I call him “Ome” short for Ometeotl meaning (Two God) the Lord of duality, (light and dark) in Aztec mythology.
The deepest part of my core opens for Ome just as a flower has no choice but to bloom under the light of the sun or under the light of the moon. But as in all things in nature the flower will slowly start to wilt and die.
The only path that goes down the river is a rather steep descent.