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well this is what happened, i was living in barnsley studying music, well more like studying drunkeness, i was an alcoholic at the time, it runs in the family. while pissed and stoned id taken to doing shamanic work involving snakes as id always feared snakes, id stopped eating properly for about the last three months, this was the 2nd week in the year 2000, well at first i was having dreams snakes enteinned around the spines of the skeletons of horses that kinda stuff, then one night i drank myself to death i woke up in the afternoon, i woke up in a very different fashion, id been dreaming of a pyramid where i and an old friend were climbing i was bitten by a reptile as i climbed it and fell. somewhere from that dream to waking i died.
a serpent rose out of my navel i was in a very dark place surrounded by silvery grey figures whose features were obscured, the serpent was leaving me, it asked me if i wished to live or die i was in stark terror as i was dying, i cryed out for life, it coiled back within me in my navel, i came back to my body, petrified and crying, and then while recovering had a life review which sent me further into tears. (none of the above was a dream, there is a distinct difference in feeling and clarity of experience)
ive asked my father about serpents and it appears both he and his sister have dreams or visions of serpents before a trauma or as a warning.
i am still aware of a serpent in my navel as weird as that sounds and occasionally experiment with allowing its presence to fill me, i researched serpent symbolism and religions for sometime in perhaps too literal a sense as it seems to me now that it is an inner experience as well as being a physically tangible experience.
i guess this serpent kinda saved my life. |
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