I closed my eyes and felt gratitude for Snake, my dearest friend, now a constant liquid river in my body. Today he vibrated in my throat. Too shy to say that I can now “speak Snake,” I listened instead for a question worthy of Snake’s response in the humming stillness.
I am of the primal creative force in the earth realm. Something is dying and something is being born; everything and everyone is involved. Beneath the shedding is new flesh – pink and beautiful – a soft force loosening the fabric of the old.
I am the animal of resurrection, coming out of my cave into the dim light of your world again. I embody the art of shedding without dying and also the final shedding through death. In this liminal time, where everything is becoming yet again, I am your wisest ally. Buried in your flesh, I stir new insights within you. Persisting past fear and revulsion, you need to befriend my nature. Open your throat to my energy. Loosen your roots, soften your fixated vision and give me access to your brain, your imagination and your buried feelings.
Without me, as your concrete world crumbles you will only strive to buttress what is broken. Gripped in dread, you might search through rubble to resurrect wisdom from scraps or try in vain to understand what informed the ancient ones.
Let go. Let go and soften into what is already alive and moving within you. You will find me there. I am with you, for I helped to form you. When you feel and surrender with me, our coherence loosens my old skin. Do not invest in any of the old skins. Focus on the breathing, pulsing pinkness of new flesh, for here is where the gentle pressure of your own presence is coming slowly, steadily out of the cave. This is why I am here now – to be with you in this radical yet natural process. Trust me. Take time to know me. Be with me in this now.
