Hello everyone,

First of all, before reading, I need to say that this sharing is of considerable length. It’s actually more like a whole chapter in my next sci-fi novel
This is my own personal experience, recounted as it has passed through me and my eyes. So what is shared below is not a ‘truth’, but a personal interpretation or understanding of the events that took place.

Open, I recently finished your book, “Divinicus”. I was deeply affected by several passages in this book, sometimes to the point of tears. There are things that you speak of that I have experienced myself in a similar way, and one of the ‘mysteries’ you attempt to unravel in your book sent me into a deep painful regression. I won’t speak of this here, today, but I will make a reference to the book further down in this sharing.

MEETING THE 'GREEN SNAKE'

A few days ago, a situation presented itself where I experienced the sudden appearance of the ‘black snake’ energy. I felt this extreme irritation with my husband and snapped at him for a silly thing like misplacing a bag of apples. The moment it happened, I instantly recognised the energy and immediately called it. “I see you”, I said silently to myself. Then something unexpected happened. The energy emerged and revealed itself as a shining green snake in the corner of my mind’s eye. Much like the snake I had seen in my dream a little while ago, only bigger. When this image appeared, I felt an instant release of energy that had been pent up in my head for a long time. It was as if my base and sacral chakras suddenly opened up and my energy dropped deep down. I think this other energy had been luring me up into my head, keeping me stuck on the plane of the intellect, and as my own energy now ‘fell’ down, I very quickly found my centre and I was able to just be still and observe what would happen…

The snake would not leave me out of its sight. It kept a fixed eye at me and its image firmly imprinted in my mind’s vision. I literally saw it all the time as I went about my business in the apartment. I knew I had to be absolutely calm and still in my energy, or it would disappear. This was not my move to make. It had to be completely on HER terms. Yes, this was a strong, crystal clear feminine energy. No doubt about it.

For quite a while, we both remained silent in each other’s presence, her watching, me waiting, trying to discern and feel into any hidden agenda the other might have, but the energy between us remained still. As I could feel a certain level of trust beginning to form, I dared to look at her a little closer. And here’s the thing - there was nothing ‘black’, deceptive, or slippery about the creature that stood before me. This was a truly magnificent and radiant being, full of integrity and poise. Highly intelligent, highly sensitive, extremely vigilant, and very ‘organic’. Her vibration felt very natural and strangely familiar, as if we had always known each other. When she deemed I was ready, she began communicating with me. She didn’t speak in words, it was more a transmission of feeling. I could feel what she felt, and through these feelings, words, thoughts and inquiries naturally formed. It felt like being a spiritual interpreter, translating one vibration into another, for the purpose of broader understanding. It was very clear from her that what she wanted to express wasn’t just for me. She wanted to reach a wider audience, and she had me feeling that she wouldn’t leave me alone until I delivered her message. That’s why I felt I had to make a public written promise that I would, to take the pressure off a little. That way she made sure, I wouldn’t chicken out and let it run into the sand.

THE MESSAGE

She feels greatly misunderstood. Her original purpose has been so deeply distorted and suppressed over time, it has cast her off into the darkest shadows, always having to adapt her shape and form to avoid being detected and attacked. On the surface, she has been so fiercely persecuted, judged and condemned, it’s been necessary to go underground where she has had to twist, bend and contort herself out of proportion in order to ‘fit’ and to survive. And survive she must, as she has an important job to do, a divine service to perform for humanity. She speaks to me of how she operates, how she slips in and hides in the dark chambers of the psyche where unconsciousness resides. As the loud bombastic distorted masculine is too busy making noise and desensitising himself (metaphorically speaking), it’s not difficult for her to quietly slip in behind him and embed herself deep in the subconscious, where few can see her. But she also expresses a longing to be ‘seen’. That’s why after she strikes and disappears, she will reappear again somewhere else. She’s searching through every crevice of our consciousness to find a place that is free of judgement. Only then will she reveal herself. As soon as the slightest form of judgement is sensed, she immediately hides. That’s why she is so difficult to ‘catch’. Actually, she says, it’s not so much that she hides. It’s more the fact that judgement creates a limitation, a wall, a filter, through which you simply can’t discern her. But by moving through us in this way, she alerts us to the judgements we each carry. Wherever she has been, the sediment of judgement gets stirred up, inviting us to look at it and work with it, if we choose to.
She continues by raising a powerful question within me: What about the distorted feminine? Why is it receiving so little attention? Why is all the focus on the distorted masculine? Does not the divine feminine need healing as well? She says the distortion of the feminine is not as apparent because it is so well hidden under a cloak of victimhood. It goes by unnoticed or gets marginalised. THAT is one of the greatest deceptions that keeps the divine feminine consistently disempowered. Nonetheless, the distortion is there, and if true balance is to be achieved, HER distortion also needs to be allowed to surface, and be brought into the light. Only by accepting full responsibility for the deceptive methods of control that the ‘contorted’ feminine has resorted to, can realignment really happen. Then healing can begin, and the divine feminine can rise to true empowerment.
She also emits a strong feeling of hope. She longs for this great realignment, because she sees that it is possible now. There are enough open eyes out there now that can see her and recognise her for the divine force she truly is. She feels that enough of the distorted masculine energy has been unwound, that there is room for her to emerge and realign. So, she doesn’t say it’s been wrong to focus on healing the divine masculine. It needed to happen first, in order to create the right amount of space, but now she emphasises the importance of healing the divine feminine as well. It is time.

For the next few days, she took me on a journey inside and outside myself. She didn’t stay fixed in my mind’s eye any more, but moved freely in and out of me. Sometimes she would point to things in society around me and sometimes she would show me things about myself and my behaviour, especially the root cause of my behaviour and how to work with it. Open, I find you were spot on when you suggested unravelling this energy gradually – not to just go cold turkey on it. I feel it requires great gentleness, sensitivity, patience, and most importantly, NO self-judgement! As soon as a judgement is formed about my own behaviour, it is a direct judgement of the energy itself and the realignment process gets interrupted. She leaves the scene, and you have to wait for the next ‘opportunity’. Total self-acceptance in the moment is the key. Also a certain level of emotional detachment, which is maybe the hardest to achieve. But if you can find the space inside yourself to stay emotionally still and just observe, then her movement doesn’t get ‘stuck’ to you , like a ‘second skin’ (Thank you September for this befitting imagery), that constricts you and impairs your vision. Instead you may begin to tune into the dance she is doing with you and let her guide you through it. She knows exactly where you need to go, where your shadows are. You might even say, she knows you better than yourself, (at least until you completely know thy own self), because she has already examined every part of you.

WHY THE COLOUR GREEN?

I mentioned earlier that her energy felt very natural and organic. When aligned, she appears to us in the colour GREEN, the colour of nature. I’ve been wondering why that is, why GREEN? Through my communion with her I’ve come to understand that in this green form, she is a part of my true nature. Our original nature. That’s why she feels so anciently familiar to me. In her pure essence, she doesn’t feel like one of those separate entities that hook on to our attachments, and that we can eventually release or eject from our system. On the contrary, she feels like an intrinsic mobile part of me that has always been there, and ‘ejecting’ her would be like throwing out a part of myself. And to be honest, in this form that I have experienced her, why would I want to get rid of her? She’s a source of infinite wisdom and a powerful ally on my journey to self-discovery, provided that I’m willing to face every shadow of myself, not leave a single stone unturned, be fully committed to the truth , and completely surrender myself, of course. Ha ha!

So far so good, it makes sense (at least to me). But why then does this natural green energy turn BLACK and causes so much trouble? As I search inside myself for the answer to this million dollar question, I begin to discern a parallel between her ‘personal’ description and my own less agreeable behaviourisms. She describes how she is forced to “twist, bend, and contort herself”, in order to fit and survive. As I look back and dissect my own life, I suddenly see a myriad of situations where I have felt this ‘contortion’ of my own energy built in to various strategies of survival.

- Every time I’ve twisted the truth just a little, in order for my story or my person to ‘fit’ a little better.
- Every time I’ve bent myself or my integrity, in order to please.
- Every time I have accepted statements like “you’re too sensitive”, or “too emotional”, and believed there was something wrong with me.
- Every time I’ve used a manipulative ‘pretty please’ to get someone to do something they didn’t really want to do.
- Every time I’ve agreed to or let myself be persuaded to have sex with someone, when I didn’t really feel like it.
- Every time I felt wounded by someone and not spoken up about it, and instead secretly retreated into the dark to find other more obscure ways to retaliate.
- Every time I have smiled in agreement to something I didn’t really concur with, or laughed something off as a joke when it actually really bothered me.
- Every time I’ve judged or insulted someone in order to raise myself.
- Every time I’ve used hurtful sarcasm, hoping the person will ‘see their mistake’, instead of expressing how I really feel.
- Every time I’ve used sexually inviting or ‘promising’ methods to feed my own craving for attention from the opposite sex.
- Every time I’ve used the phrases “what’s the harm?” or “how bad could it be?” or “everybody’s doing it” in order to justify a behaviour that didn’t feel completely right.

The list is endless, of course, and I’m sure it varies for all of us. And even as I‘m writing this piece, I find a part of me wanting to slightly twist the truth to make it sound a little more pleasing to the ear, a little humbler, perhaps even a little more apologetic, in order to guard myself against the potential arrows that may fly my way shouting WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

So it is with this awareness that this realisation lands in me, that for each and every time that we unconsciously ‘twist’ ourselves or our truth (even just a little bit), the shade of the snake turns a little more black.

It is deeply uncomfortable for me to be sharing something like this, something that may be perceived as an ‘alleged truth’. It’s the first time I dare to go beyond ‘personal’ matters, and there have been multiple waves of self-doubt coursing through me over the past few days. Should I really share it? Will anyone believe I really experienced this? Will they say I’m completely off or wrong? That I’ve misunderstood everything? Has it even really happened? It would be so easy to just put it away in my mental diary, just focus on my own private journey, and maybe tell someone one day who might ask. So what has finally persuaded me to put myself out there and share this, in my opinion, quite amazing experience? Synchronicity, of course!

THE 'GARDEN OF EDEN'

The day after my initial encounter with the ‘green snake’, whom I now call ‘Eden’ (I can’t keep calling her ‘the green snake’), I was busy with preparations for my daughter’s birthday. One thing we were missing were streamers. In my home language, streamers are called ‘serpentiner’, and since we were missing them, they became a frequent topic of discussion between me and my husband. But since he didn’t want our daughter to understand what we were talking about, he spoke English to me, and each time streamers were mentioned, he would refer to them as ‘serpents’. So there I am, in the middle of having a secret affair with an ‘imaginary’ snake, and my husband keeps mentioning ‘serpents’ all day long. I managed to keep a straight face, but inside I giggled several times. The next day, on my daughter’s birthday we went to visit a castle. Our visit began in the castle garden, where a sculpture immediately caught my eye. It portrayed three men battling a big snake. Ok, I thought, ‘Eden’ is present, stay alert, perhaps there is something here for you to see. As we proceeded through the garden, the next sculpture I noticed was of a big strong man about to slay a dragon. So... I was deep in the snake energy, while you Open, had just said in the sacred animal forum that you were feeling dragon energy right now. This was getting really interesting. As we eventually entered the castle, I just knew there would be something in there just for me. They had something called a ‘gold hunt’. It was a game for children to search the castle for a bunch of different things made of gold. As we walked through the different rooms and halls of the castle looking for this gold, suddenly I found myself in a small dark chamber. Everyone else passed through quickly as there wasn’t much to see in there, but I remained. My attention was fixed on an object in there which was so out of place, I didn’t know what to make of it. There, in your traditional Scandinavian castle, with portraits of royalty, treasures of gold, rococo furniture, and typical Christian symbols, it stared me right in the face. It was a model of the temple of the Egyptian goddess ISIS in Pompeii. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What was that doing there, so utterly misplaced? A temple of Isis? Seriously?
Suddenly, I remembered something. DIVINICUS. In the book, Open, a whole chapter is dedicated to your encounter with Isis. The chapter’s title is THE DIVINE FEMININE and focuses on how you helped Isis, an aspect of the divine feminine to realign. It was one of those chapters that really stirred something inside of me, and now hidden deep in a dark chamber of a Swedish castle, I find my own temple of Isis, on my own journey with the divine feminine. Amazing! HOWEVER, there is one major difference between your experience and mine. When you recount your incredible dance with Isis, the theme it centres around is a sense of guilt, and the goddess’s need for forgiveness. The thing that stands out from my dance with ‘Eden’ though, is the complete absence of guilt. Not once did I feel that she was sorry, apologetic, or bowing down in need of forgiveness. On the contrary, she stood with her head held up high, unwavering, ready and more than willing to accept full responsibility. However, NOT under a judgemental pointing finger of blame, but rather in the presence of mutual respect, compassion and equal ownership.

For I am part of you, and you are part of me, and there is nothing that I have done unto you that you haven’t done unto yourself. As I rise, you will rise, and as you rise, I will rise. And so we will dance back into the Garden of Eden together.

At this point I figure, even if there is no truth in this. Even if it's just a fictional journey, a figment of my vivid imagination. Even if I'm a thousand times wrong. Isn't it still a fascinating story, worthy of being told?

When I came home that evening, I dug up my old spiritual journal that I wrote in the beginning of my awakening, 3 years ago. I had so many weird visions and experiences then, I had to write them down in order to remember them, in case they might make sense later. One of these experiences involved the goddess Isis, and after the day’s events I wanted to go back and see what I had written. I opened the journal on a random page to start looking for the Isis-entry, and as I did I saw something that made my jaw drop once again. It was out of context of course, but the first sentence on this random page in my journal read: “It’s actually turning green”. I have to repeat it once again because I still can’t believe it.

It’s actually turning green.

When I arose the next morning, after a rather sleepless night, my mother had sent me these images. These highly unusual sightings had appeared in the night sky over my home town…

With love from me and 'Eden'

Anastasia