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Cobra Voice Medicine :: +interpretations by Sphinx Dream Council

All Hallow's Eve, 2014.

I'm flowing through a series of classes, various technical art including niche techniques. (like "big eye art" and "cute art"?) I come to a Jungian psychology class on dreams and have a knowing that I am weeks behind in my work. I attempt to get the teachers attention to no avail, until finally I catch her on her way out the door. She sighs and tells me she cannot help me, that she must go pick up her son because he thinks she's been lying about being a teacher at school, so she has to go prove it to him. She says she'll introduce me to someone who can help me. Starting to feel tugged along, I consent to follow her. We meander through a winding path through a well kept garden of stones and trees and plants. The teacher virtually disappears from my view and I begin to recognize that all over in the rocks and tree bark are little wide open eyes, almost carved looking. My strides are wide and I feel as though I am actually leaping through the garden as if I am on the moon, coming down ever so gently...

I come to a clearing and see two food trucks bumping loud festive music. One selling ice cream and I think Mmmm yummy, and I reach into my pocket for some cash but find only a wadded up receipt. I shrug and notice the teacher ahead. She lures me to a table in this open field clearing where sits an elder black man. "He can help you." And she disappears like the little white rabbit... I sit down across from him, the music blasting my ear drums. I cannot hear most of the words he is saying but I am able to make out that he is a Professor of Jungian Dream Psychology and that his name is Dr. (something) Lee. My frustration is increasing because I am unable to hear him as he speaks, coupled with the feeling of doubt that he could even help me in catching up in my studies. A young American man appears next to Dr. Lee, and it's as if he was there from the beginning but I didn't notice. He shouts over the loud music, "ARE YOU FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW?" "YES! I AM SO FRUSTRATED!! I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT I NEED TO DO AND I CAN'T HEAR A WORD HE IS SAYING" Almost as if this man is egging me on, he probes my frustration and gets me to fully own it and express it in a shouting display of my anger.

At this point, fluidly, the dream scene shifts: The food trucks are replaced by a large white wall, their pounding music replaced by a gentle silence; no American man in sight; and this Dr. Lee replaced by a black and silver cobra.

Gently, she with her slithering tongue and soft subtle voice, engages me in a conversation. I can hear her so perfectly. She sways back and forth slightly as she says "You know... You actually know exactly what you need to write. You know that quiet voice within that says 'Oh here's an idea, try this' followed up by another voice that says 'oh no no no... we can't do that, that would be too dangerous'... you listen to that first voice and it will all fit together nicely. the second voice will attempt to sway you into playing it safe, like a good little girl, such a good little listener. but you know... the little girl who runs away from home is wildly free and can create anything she wants...'

She glides up to my face and right up to my lips... prying them open and I concede by opening my jaw wide... she slips her head into my mouth and proceeds to clean my entire mouth out with her tongue. The feeling is so visceral, I can even smell her breath. Doing my best to widen my mouth so I don't bite down on her... a gentle relationship. Obviously, I have a knowing that she is cleaning my tongue, my voice, my throat (my throat chakra). She pulls out of my mouth and a young chubby, latina girl is sitting next to me. The girl takes the snakes neck and then shoves her index finger down its throat. The snake recoils, coughing and gagging. It opens its mouth wide for me to see down its black throat... As the dreamer, I think wow that was uncalled for. I even go so far as to assume that this girl thought she was clearing the serpent's throat, but in a naive manner.... The moment the serpent seems to normalize from the gagging, it quickly dives right back into my mouth and sends up through its belly this thick paste like substance... It smells like a snakes belly would smell... I know I have to swallow this paste, I even had the awareness that it was medicinal... As I can feel this thick paste filling my mouth, my throat and esophagus, the dream begins to flicker into waking and at that moment, my partner in bed brushes my arm to tell me he's getting up....

I brought this dream to the Sphinx Mystery School Dream Council (see link below) the following day and received incredible insights into the dream.

I think it's important to mention how this dream is paralleled with my waking dayworld endeavors... Currently I am enrolled in school and one of my classes involves an academic paper (somewhat of a senior thesis). My chosen work is lucid dreaming as therapy and muse + the educational game I am designing that teaches lucid dreaming. As I am writing or researching, it often feels like I am scraping my insides out. A deeply humbling process... And I have absolutely been feeling overwhelmed by how little time I have (11 weeks) to compose a masterpiece that could very well be a life's work. So there are parallels in my day-to-day cycle as well as my entire life cycle....

The following are my notes on interpretations of the symbols, both from myself and Dream Council:

The truer teacher is in the rocks and in the trees… The first was not my teacher. Nature as the greater teacher…. The eye-rocks: How do rocks see me? Walking through “the forest of mystery” on a path or journey to wake up… What do they see when they look at me? What do I see what I look in their eyes?

Mouth - speech and pleasure. Throat chakra energy… When do we shut up and listen? And not get caught up in our own stories…..They were EYES on the rocks, not mouths on the rocks. The mouth as the underworld.

Food truck: Red earth chakra energy and nutrition - the music coming from it had its own voice - it drown out this teacher… If eating before the dream… digestion may be overpowering the vibration of the transmission. The connection between my diet and the communications, ability to really listen….. She was difficult to find or see in her true nature with so many vibrations that may be drowning her out...

Dr. Lee: The academic aspect of the study of dreams... frustrated... unable to really go within and listen amidst the pressure of "academia", research, validation in a scientific minded social structure.... Wanting feminine teacher energy, but finding masculine….. vibration (music) over him…. as the energies merged, it became the cobra, the merged expression………The name Lee is connected with leeward about direction, moving forward, going forward…. “You can kiss the serpent on the mouth, but if it sense fear it will swallow you whole.” Fear aspect can be sensed easily…. Etymology of "LEE": HEALER.

The Cobra: Third eye, enlightenment… Wide third eye open carries a venom with it… Its not just a tame little snake, its a powerful metaphysical defense mechanism………. The inner knowing with the ability to channel my entire paper if I simply did listen. The serpent, jungian underworld archetype...Isis priestess had a cobra staff: The Uraeus would be the one channel out the top of the head and over the body - different from the caduceus energy.

The girl: She actually gagged the serpent to help along the process of the thick medicine... transmuting, a cleanser material…

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