A New Dawn

There are moments when the Earth speaks not through the winds or the rivers, but through the secret corridors of dreams.

One such night, when my soul was aching for guidance, a dream came to me—strange, potent, and alive with meaning.

In the dream, a green snake appeared.

It fixed its gaze upon me—sharp, steady, almost knowing.

Before I could move or understand, it lunged forward.

Its tongue struck my own, sharp and sudden, as though weaving something unseen between us.

Then it began to coil around my chest, my arms, my hands, leaving behind small, swollen marks—boils blooming with pus like infected flowers upon my skin.

I woke trembling, the sensation of the snake's touch lingering beneath my ribs.

At first, fear gripped me.

What had it meant? Was it a warning? A wound?

But in the quiet spaces of the following days, a different knowing surfaced.

The snake—the ancient symbol of transformation—had not come to harm me.

It had come to awaken me.

Its bite upon my tongue: a severing of old speech, of false words, of outdated truths I had once used to protect myself.

Its path across my body: a surfacing of inner infections, the old wounds I had buried, now ready to be cleansed and healed.

And its color, vivid green: not the color of venom, but of life force, of regeneration, of deep and sacred rebirth.

The Sacred One had sent this messenger to remind me:

Healing is not always gentle.

Awakening often tears before it mends.

And transformation—true transformation—requires the shedding of what no longer serves, even when it aches to let it go.

I understood then that the Earth was not just speaking to me—She was moving through me.

That my body, my dreams, my soul were all threads woven into Her great remembering.

I am not separate from Her cries, Her healing, Her rebirth.

I am earthbound—not in chains, but in devotion.

And so, I continue, barefoot upon her skin, awake to the unseen, listening to the language beneath language.

Trusting that every dream, every scar, every whispered message is part of a deeper vow I carry within me:

To heal.

To rise.

To remember.

Yet the sacred one had not finished speaking.In the nights that followed, another dream unfurled- a dream even more mysterious ,as though guiding me deeper into the waters of remembrance.