I was reflecting the other day upon the butterfly theme that keeps cropping up in my posts on a fairly regular basis, for a time I considered it to be one of my totems. It probably isn’t so much these days, the snake has well and truly taken over that role, and it represents the really deep shedding from my core that’s been happening for the last two years, particularly since the summer solstice of 2012. The world may not have ended, but it certainly went through a huge shift, and for myself, I feel so different it’s as if the world did finish at that point in time.
But for a time in the early naughties the butterfly was my symbol, it represented transformation and freedom, I always loved the idea that the butterflies were tasting the petals with their feet as they danced from flower to flower. A butterfly came to visit me at the end of 2001 when my mother and I were setting up the stall for our last Woodford Folk Festival on Christmas Day. I kept shooing it out, the tent was baking hot and not a good place for such a delicate creature. I thought it had gone but towards the end of the day I found it, it had been determined to stay with us, and I was touched that it had chosen to spend its last day with me and mum.
Butterfly in flight.
I felt that the butterfly had come to tell me that it was my time to come out of the cocoon and to begin my transformation, I was about to do my first deep shamanic training starting on January 2nd, and so the timing was very significant. It was the beginning for me of fundamental change that came from a deep exploration of my being, and the release of cellular memory, the beginning of the long path home.
I woke the following morning with things to do and no sign of the python so I opened the front door and left the connecting door closed hoping that the snake would take the opportunity to escape. There was no sign of it that day or the next and I began to hope that it had indeed slithered its way out of the house because I still had no idea what to do with the darn thing. I wasn’t frightened of it but I had no idea what to do with it, I knew that pythons are not aggressive or venomous but I didn’t really know how it would react if I tried to pick it up.
On the sunday evening I had been out all day and when I turned the light on for the front room lo and behold, there was the python, curled up on a pot plant crushing the life out of the poor thing. This was the closest to the door it had been, surely there was some way I could get it to go out the front door. I got a broom and tried poking it but the snake merely raised its head and looked at me with its tiny eyes, what to do? Then I had a brain wave, the pot plant was on a small table and so I pushed the table over to the door. I had to push the table half way out the door but the snake eventually got the idea and slid its way down onto the verandah and slithered away into the night, thank the Goddess, I had managed to solve the problem all by myself.
A good story to dine out on, but of course there is a deeper understanding that may be gleaned from this tale, the snake is a symbol rich in meaning and it came into the house for the Solstice 2012, very powerful medicine indeed! To find out the meaning for me look for my next post, Slithering blissings to you all…………………
- The norse snake ring