Chapter 7

Shift 5 - Snakeskin experience

She wished she could run back to the hotel and write down everything she had just gleaned from that interesting sojourn into her brain and subconscious mind. She felt different almost as if she was slightly off balance but realised that if something as fundamental as this had been out of balance inside then an adjustment would make her feel out of kilter for a little while, on the outside.

The tourists who had been smiling and nodding had disappeared into a different bit of the Cathedral and she was once more alone to her task. She was well over half way around and knew that the next energy shift would not be long in coming. There were only seven and already she had achieved 4.

Walking forward more confidently now she reckoned that she had faced the worst, it didn’t matter what was thrown at her now she would survive as she was/is a survivor. Her right foot soon pressed on a wall of energy and she thrust herself into the darkness, a tunnel, she felt herself going down it as it if were a helter- skelter at the fair. She tumbled out into the light at the end of the tunnel and found herself in the jungle.

Humid, damp, warm with leafy trees, bushes and plants all around her as she made her way along a winding pathway. This was a well-worn track, she could see from the broken branches that it hadn’t been long since someone had been along it, but who and where it went, she knew not.

She could feel eyes upon the back of her neck. She felt the hairs rising as fear began to grip her. Here was the unknown. She had no idea where she was, felt no familiarity at all. She came out into a clearing, straight in front of her was the opening of a cave that beckoned and at least it would offer shelter and protection. She went in, she could hear things moving and scuttling as she went tentatively forward. Instead of getting darker as she proceeded, it got lighter. She saw light sconces on the wall further down and realised that she was approaching a great cavern well under the earth.

She found herself looking down on a ceremony of some sort with dark native peoples chanting and singing. To her horror she observed that they were sacrificing a young girl laid out on a large slab as an offering to whatever God they were worshipping. She kept her head down, not wanting to be seen, or she could be next on the block. Too late, she was spotted by some youths who were crouching down across from her. They were also observing the proceedings. They gave chase.

Marianna took off as though the bats of hell were after her, which they were. She ran and ran, her heart pounding in her chest. She was frightened to death of this situation; she didn’t know where to turn or where to go. She crossed a small river and to her horror there were crocodiles or alligators snapping at her heels as she ran across the thin line of paving stones. On an on she went until she gradually had little energy left, exhaustion was fast taking over, she slowed down and began to listen to the thumping of her heart.

She hid behind some bushes and rested, the heart pounding subsiding and a snake with a mighty hiss came into view, right in front of her. She froze. The snake, studying her with huge eyes and tongue extended, said, “What is the fear here? Is it the fear of the people, the animals, torture or being eaten by crocodiles or being poisoned by my lethal bite?

She was perspiring, helpless, hopeless and now she was really losing it, a snake speaking? The snake continued to stare, she thought about its question. She knew that this was the typical fear of death situation she feared for her life, and she knew she was about to be killed mercilessly.

The snake said, “you believe in life after death don’t you or is that something you just spout forth to people you think listen to you. If you do, then what is the worry here?

Slowly the penny began to drop, yes there was a fear of death, the ultimate fear to which every other fear is somehow related. She knew she would be going home to her beloved creator. She thought - this is the Truth, let it do what it will, I can let go of this fear and forgive it.

The fangs sank in to the flesh of her right calf; it wasn’t long before the drowsiness overcame her and her spirit left this vessel. Her Angels came and escorted her soul upwards to heaven in one of their little orb eggs. She was returned home, out of the fray, out of the challenges, out of the worry and anxieties of life. Peace.

Her voice in the orb could be heard as it sounded its song for all to hear. The heart sound of ‘AAHH’, the sound of creation itself, the voice of the Magdalenes, “I will return and bring with me the love that goes beyond all understanding”.

Marianna now could view the situation with detachment. She looked at the empty body lying there. She blessed it. The snake who had shed a skin as it moved away hissed its departure message, “You are letting go of one life, one suit of clothes, moving forward into the new dawn and day, just like me”.

Marianne suddenly was back in the dank interior of Chartres, murmuring tourists and clergy in the background she dried her eyes of the tears that had poured down her face. She was reeling from the confrontation with death and the insights coming from it.

She realised that even in this life time there had been many mini deaths as in letting go of ways of being or people who no longer resonated with her field. There had been many who had tried to suck her into their stuff to take her off her course. She had learned to simply place a mirror between them and her so that they could see what they were doing and the way they were behaving.

She had learned to turn the other cheek when those whose understanding was not on the same page as her own were slinging slings and arrows. It was neither good nor bad, she was not attached, she was on a mission and all else was but an illusion. She knew that love and forgiveness abounded for all. When the momentum of Light overtook the planet such situations would pale into insignificance.

Less easy for her had been the physical death of some she had loved dearly, even with all her beliefs that she would and will see them again, it was a sore miss, the physical absence of a loved one.