Snake Totem Medicine

Throughout my life, in deep dream state: I am bitten by Snake. Often more than one bite at a time. The venom is hot as it pumps through the fangs, a shivery sensation engulfs my whole being. Sometimes it is  ecstatic   a sustained orgasm. Sometimes pure terror grips, flooding dread and doom through the tiniest of muscles in my body. Wisdom arriving. Now, being an old pro at this dream: a woman gets curious...When and why is the medicine coming to me?    

Snake brings us life-death-life cyclical awareness, cosmic consciousness, healing, Kundalini Rising. Dark, silent, sinuous, it reads the vibrations of our world with its body just  as you capture knowledge with scanning a page or the horizon. Before it sheds its eyes cloud over, a veil drops marking space between the worlds.  


We enter a time and space in which it is Right to shed our skins.


At first we might just skim the surface, perhaps we play around this transmutation... All potent,  powerful, and important work. No better work to be done…..We might drop  masks of Ego and Expectation. We get in the river and let the cold water wash our old stories downstream. Then settling in a bit more Raven may come to us and loose our sacred voice from our beautiful throats with jet feathers and sharp eyes. Ah, the song we had waited so long to sing.


When Snake slides her body across our path, awaits coiled on a rock in the golden sun, raises her head to strike, or punctures our flesh with those sharp teeth we receive Wisdom.


What is ready to be peeled away?  


Snakeskin is diaphanous, thinner-than-paper-thin. It s a wonder to hold between careful fingertips.


Oh, but the weight and the pull when it itches! The constriction and chaos of it against Soul and Spirit  is altogether too great. So in silence, eyes cloud over.


In Vermont, days past the Equinox, days strangely warmish and dry, in liminal space. Great Spirit is playing with us, trees green and brown without that fierce snap of red and gold we are craving. Tell us it is time. Tell us we can let go. Tell us that although we believed that every wound was tended there is but one more to go.  Let us peel that skin away, agree to the contract in the dark, and then know Beauty.

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