Something to be said about the Serpent. The presence of the strange, slithering, animal inside of us, the devils whisper on our shoulder. From the beginning of creation in all collective beliefs and individual minds it is described as a symbol of sin by the conservative yet a being of wisdom by the opportunist.
The Mayans decorated the Serpent with a face and jewels and called him Vision. The Catholics left it as a scaly, beady, sexually sinful looking worm only to be mentioned once at the moment of grace. Though it still is commonly regarded as an unwavering entity with a prospective momentum in deviation and desire.
I imagine when one encounters a traumatic event and slips into a subconscious state, for instance witnessing a murder, carrying out a murder, or more significantly being the victim of murder or rape (being bitten is much more intrusive to the soul then the aggressor) that is the apparent time where you hear the rattle of the Serpents tail, his bone chilling hiss in accordance with the distress as the detriment to finding the 'center'. The best description I could find to the truth, when one is noxious in his journey into his center reason of creation rather then towards the sky for answers. The Serpent sits a closer plain then God, though he is just as acquainted with the truth and he will bid it for you.
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