With the chrissy whirl still going round and round I have no time to research the significance of the snake but it is a medicine that has come to me before and so I have some idea of its meaning for me. Snakes have the ability to unhinge their jaws and take in animals much larger than themselves, having taken this huge mouthful they then slowly but surely digest their food. I am learning a lot at the moment with this blog, for me getting started was the big mouthful and now as I am doing it I begin to make sense of what I am doing, understanding and integration slowly unfolding through the digestive juices of my mind and intuition.
This is also a time of transformation on a personal and global level, and this is probably the best known aspect of snake medicine. Letting go of the old is necessary in order to transform into new shapes just as the snake sheds its skin in order to be reborn. I am shifting from the old Kerry who was insecure, felt unworthy, and could not allow abundance to flow in her life, into a new improved model, like going from a broken down bomb to a sleek red Ferrari!
As I engage the gears of this new bio machine I feel the power within, and the life force flows through my being like sunshine glinting on the sea or a beautiful flower opening to the light. I feel enormous gratitude to the python for the message that it brought, it matters not that we are always this magnificent creature for we do forget how wondrous we are and need to be reminded over and over again, in a world that often tries to cover this burning truth.
This is an extract from a Wordsworth poem called “Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”, it captures beautifully the way that our culture encourages us to fall asleep and to become ignorant of the deeper magical truths about life. It is sourced from bartleby.com.
| Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: | |
| The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, | |
| Hath had elsewhere its setting, | |
| And cometh from afar: | |
| Not in entire forgetfulness, | |
| And not in utter nakedness, | |
| But trailing clouds of glory do we come | |
| From God, who is our home: | |
| Heaven lies about us in our infancy! | |
| Shades of the prison-house begin to close | |
| Upon the growing Boy, | |
| But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, | |
| He sees it in his joy; | |
| The Youth, who daily farther from the east | |
| Must travel, still is Nature’s priest, | |
| And by the vision splendid | |
| Is on his way attended; | |
| At length the Man perceives it die away, | |
| And fade into the light of common day. |
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