It’s been with me since I was a child. I just never made sense of it.

It has been paramount in my life all of my life. It shows itself in dreams. Black triangulars with those 3 red lights hovering. Color schemes I was dressed in before I even gnew me. And anytime I was sad as a child I was always surrounded and protected by the blue that would show up.

One of my first vivid dreams I recall of my childhood was of a giant red and black serpent blocking the access of a river. Not in a monstrous wicked way either. In a matter of fact blatant bold loving, you need to pay attention to me type of way.

I stood there in wonder as any child no more than 7 or 8 years of age would. I was on an outing with family. And although I don’t recall seeing any particular family member in this dream I somehow gnew I was amongst family. I had wandered away from the motor home we all came there in, and had gone further into the shaded area beneath a large canopy of trees. I walked slowly barefoot, each step alarming all inhabitants within this  place of my presence by the soft crunch of dried leaves that fell from the tall trees above. These tall and full trees shaded this space and allowed just enough sunlight in to make portions of the leaves that made their descent from high above downward and that came to rest on the canopy floor crisp. As they fell and thru the process of time and rain, the top layers world continuously crisp and those beneath would moisten leaving a blanket of fallen leaves upon the ground one atop the other, making clear the intention of the spirits that inhabited this space in maintaining a level of moisture so that the damp claylike earth beneath be compacted allowing consistency in moisture most importantly to act as another world while within this world,  teaming with life and full of the abundance only moisture and good soil can provide.

I noticed early that everything worked in unison to a greater intention within this space. I was fascinated. One thing that stands out and that I capture even now as I relive this dream within my minds eye is the feeling I had while there. It’s that slow and steady feeling. That feeling that allows for you to slow down time and to truly take it all in. That greater awareness.. that another level of you.. that feeling of what you would imagine yourself feeling if one realized that they were standing within all aspects of themselves at once. That’s how I felt. I felt cozy, keen, capable, loved and protected.

I took it all in. I remember vividly walking and observing. I was alone but I wasn’t alone. The only person I recall with me was a man, as I look back it may have been my father. Yet it’s not clear. He was off in the distance. Yet I was to myself.

In front of me was a river. A beautiful small intricate river that wound around like the letter C. This river was surrounded by bushes and trees as well as a few large and mid sized rocks. As I looked at the river it was as if I was staring at a woman. The suns light was mirroring from atop her waters glistening and moving in small waves as her waters were propelled in movement by breezes of wind. She was flowing delicately and she was beautiful. It was as if I was at a place all to myself. As if this space was my own in some way. This space was so simple yet it was simply powerful. It was as if I had walked into another world. A gift. I began walking towards her when out of my peripheral I saw something moving. I looked and to the left of me there was a snake as big as a tree log in width, moving and making its way to the right. It slithered all the way to the center of where I stood. It stopped itself only after it had covered the entire area that I would need to walk in order to get to her. It made it so that I would have to cross it in order to get to her. Its creator painted it in distinctive red and black repetitions… that’s what caught my immediate attention. And it rested there in the space between the land and the water.

I became frightened yet curious. Frightened because I knew that I was no longer was alone. That there was another conscience there with me. Another there with authority and dominion. Wise enough to gnow what area to cover and to protect. Wise enough  to show thru simplicity the way of things without extravagance vulgarity or propaganda. It said it all with the direction it moved and where it rested. It spoke volumes by its nature. It’s showed it’s nature thru it’s color scheme and its intention thru it’s positioning. It gave me no reason to be afraid outside of the fact that I did not see its face and it did not speak to me as people would, it gave me nothing to use to appease it. I couldn’t show it that I was confused or fearful. I had to rise up to it, as it did not offer me the option of coming down to my low level of confusion and fear. So I  had no way of gauging its temperament nor no verbiage to gauge its level of gnowledge or intention. And even as a child,  I gnew that its truth wouldn’t allow for such earthly manipulations.

The important things we all must learn thru activity and time. We must pay attention.

I had this dream at age 7 or 8. I am now 50 and its truths are still unfolding themselves.