Serpent Power

I caught some images of an adult mole snake. 

These images evoke a strong and mostly unconscious reaction.

Do we have a build in fear of the serpent? 

Surely throughout our evolutionary ancestry as mammals, 

we might have developed an archetypal fear to protect us from this predator.

A snake moves without making a sound. The mole snake will disappear into the ground and suddenly appear when not expected. Unpredictable and mysterious she makes her undulating moves.

When we go deeper, we find that we have a serpent inside of us. She is embedded in our genes. Our spine and head carry the bodily remnants of our inner serpent. Deep inside of our brain sits an ancient reptile part. A part that can override our thinking, making instinctive and fast actions possible. This snake nature is at the core of our being. Everything else, our body, limbs and our thinking brain are built around this core.

Energetically we can experience this serpent as Kundalini energy. This is the coiled-up life force which can rise through the channels along and through our spine.

This life-giving power is often symbolized as a snake. It is the female, all creating principle, which we all have in our bodies. This aliveness can be scary and in fact it has been discredited and suppressed by religions which have been captured by patriarchy.

For a hunter gatherer human, who is one with nature, the inner serpent and the outer body and mind are one and he can tap into the serpent power.

With the invention of agriculture, as humans were working the field and the herders were keeping animals, the relationship with the snake was broken. The unpredictable snake became dangerous. The feminine life force had to be domesticated, denied, and made evil to be owned and controlled.

Meeting this snake is a powerful reminder of the serpent power. 

The power which we all have inside, to be kindled and felt and to become whole again.

Field of Fossils

At Rogge Cloof, near Sutherland I saw a field of fossils. 

Rust coloured stones with the structure of bones. 

Walking along the dusty track I step careful not to disturb this resting place.

Awe fills me in this 250 Millon year old graveyard.

This is an unimaginable time, from the disaster when these animals drowned in a flood and were covered with silt, becoming bones buried for eternity.

The bones are fossilized. Minerals have been exchanged. The life force of these mighty creatures left an imprint, a 3D image of what once was living and juicy.

Modern science knows, that there is actually no time. What we experience as time is a construct of our mind to help us navigate existence.

250 million years in this moment, my mind gets lost. But the life force is eternal. Life is growing, multiplying, dying, dissolving, assimilated, eaten, digested, breathed in and breathed out.

The air I breathe, the water I drink has been part of living creatures over and over again.

Created from a seed, growing, making love, multiplying, dying, I am nature and I will never die.

Without life energy there would only be dead dry rocks and sand. 

Life is born out of the universal consciousness pouring out energy, observing all there is into being. We battle to fathom the vastness and multitude of this eternal play. 

But we see patterns how we feel, experience and love ourselves into being. 

We are a micro creation and part of the whole, not separated but woven into it, like a fibre in a timeless fabric.

Karoo Sky

The vastness of the sky keeps me awake.

The quietness is humming in my head.

I breathe crisp cold air into my warm body.

The coolness shapes my arms, hands and head.

I breathe out aliveness.

Inside is outside and outside is inside.

My eyes see the stars into the endless universe.

Billions of years deep, in just a second of observation.

My eyes are God's eyes and God's eyes are my eyes.

My breath is God's breath and God's breath is my breath, now and in eternity.

Distance becomes closeness when my body is God's body.

The sky is inside of me as the cool gives me form.

This place, the Karoo, slows me down.

Humming vibration turns into slow rolling waves of observation, 

creation and dissolving into vastness, 

contracting into form with every in breath and pulsating with my beating heart.

All sensations are like a big piece of music played by the orchestra of awareness. 

Sounds of silence.

Loving Wave

Between air and sea loving begins with a soft round movement.

Gentle blowing touch is playing with the boundary between the elements for a long time.

This movement does not stop and relentlessly builds up energy higher and higher.

There is no turning back, no possibility of slowing down.

A round mass of loving, rolling in joy is anticipating the moment of crashing.

The wave explodes, losing all form, mixing water with air in an orgasmic explosion of effortless joy.

After the orgasmic crashing there is a moment of total relaxation.

Water and air are transformed into milky softness. This is a state of total unity.

How long can it hold?

One breath long and the elements will separate flowing back, breaking bubbles to be apart again.

One breath and a new loving begins.

Dark Roots

In the darkest part of the forest the roots are nourished by decay. What once was alive, transforming light into sweet juices of energy has fallen to the ground. Slowly it gets absorbed by the dark matter of the earth. Disintegrating into its true essence. There is a mystical alchemical process turning life energy into mineral compounds. Invisible to the naked eye, life energy becomes inorganic salt, changing back into what it was: Star dust, aeons old atoms, born out of the suns of the universe.

Once attracted to each other by gravity, now it is returned to the darkness by gravity.

But life is reaching out into the dark. Roots are searching around attracted by the glittering giggling stream. Quick flowing tears of the clouds gathered together in joy, jumping and dancing. And the roots dance too, dancing in their own slow pace, dancing in their own time and slow kissing and licking the salt from the tears.

It’s a kind of loving, a slow death of disintegrating bliss and orgasmic resurrection when the star dust dissolves and rises to the light through the roots. Flowing upwards to the sun to grow, defying the power of gravity and form new life, juicy and green.