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Bear with me while I throw some backstory at y'all. Promise I'll come to the question eventually.
On New Year's Day, Wifey and I conducted a house purification and I did a house protection ritual immediately after. The protection ritual was pretty simple. Starting at out front door I walked a deosil path around our property, fanning the smoke of white sage stick with white feather while chanting a chant of protection I'd written.
On the first time around, walking thru the backyard, I saw a black snake kill and eat a small lizard. I was about 3 feet from the action and paused to watch, taking it for some kind of sign. On the second time around, I saw the snake again. It's head was buried in one of the low-lying plants along the back wall of our yard. Two-thirds of the snake's body was outside the plant. Maybe it was eating. Maybe it was resting. All I know is that it was very still. On the third time around, I almost stepped on the bugger. It'd come out onto the lawn and stood right in my path. I must have come just inches from it, cuz all of a sudden it's slithering away from my feet and back into the brush. I finished the ritual and looked up the snake in our field guide. Turned out to be a racer snake. Not poisonous, not a constrictor, but a very aggressive snake that bites and holds. I felt like I'd dodged a bit of a bullet and took it as a sign of success for the protection spell.
So that was Monday. On Saturday morning the lawn crew came through our neighborhood to cut the lawn and trim the bushes. As Wifey and I enjoy our coffee and 'lil monk enjoys his cartoons, the man with the leaf blower walks by outside, blows some grass and and debris onto the patio... and then blows the snake, dead, onto the patio in plain sight of everyone. The back third of it was broken and chopped and its innards were spilling out. Run over by a big industrial riding mower. Quite dead, red eyes open and blank. I was immediately certain it was the same snake from New Year's Day. Same markings, same length. My heart broke for it. It had obviously tried to get away, only to get its butt caught in huge, whirling blades.
So now I'm concerned. I'd initially taken the snake's appearance during my ritual as a good sign, an indicator of wisdom, guardianship, and creativity. Now the deliverer of that sign is rotting in the bottom of my garbage can. This can't be good. I don't feel like it's very good. Am I overreacting? Is this a bad omen? Should I redo my protection ritual?
Happy to provide more info if it helps. As is pretty obvious, I'm not sure at this point what's significant and what's not. |
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