Snake Medicine Dream

 

I remember going to visit a student of whom I had been very fond of when I taught him. He had been sick (Crohn's disease) and was now doing much better because he had finally been diagnosed and had everything he needed to be healthy. I had found out his mother was very sick and I went with the intention to also see her. I thanked her for working so hard to help him get well and I wanted the same for her. She explained to me that it took a lot out of her to help him and now she was very tired. I gave her a blessing and we hugged then I left. I went to a doctor's office at a clinic to get her help. While I was there I spoke to the doctor then they sent me in to visit a little girl that was very sick. She lay on the bed almost completely uncovered except for a cloth draped over her. She had sores all over her stomach that the doctors could not get to go away. Her father was there and I asked her name and what was wrong because she looked very weak and fevered. Her father said the doctors did not know what to do for her and she was very sad. I prayed over her and gave her a blessing then I returned to the waiting room. I had to wait in the waiting room for a considerable amount of time and I didn't know why. A woman named Karen came to me and I knew she was a great healer and psychic. She asked me many questions about a picture and what types of triangles I saw in the various images. (this I did not understand at all although I got them all correct.) Then she cut open a potato and rubbed the juices on my arm. I saw a snake in various shades of beige and light browns wrapped around her arm. She took the same knife that she had cut the potato with and cut into the snake making it bleed a intense yellow blood. I was about to protest about her hurting the snake when she had someone rub the other half of the potato into my face. I wondered why she was she trying to make me kiss the potato. I was so distracted buy this that I did not see her put a large amount of the snake's blood on my arm where she had rubbed the potato.

 

At this point I actually woke up because my husband shook my arm to tell me he was leaving for work. I instantly got a powerful headache right between my eyebrows. After he left I went into a meditative state and asked questions about the dream.

 

Karen came to me and explained that the potato starches were to protect my skin from the blood of the snake. She explained that it was rubbed on my face so that I would moisten my fingers, rub them where the potato juices were on my face and then dip in in the snakes blood to smooth over the sores on the little girl. I would meet her and she would bring the same snake several days in a row and in the end the little girl would be healed.

 

Dear Mom

  

Dear Mom,

It is Mother’s Day and I just wanted to share why I love you and why you mean so much to me. I want to thank you for allowing me to choose you as my mother. You are one of the strongest women I have ever met. You lived your life with the struggle of diabetes from childhood before they really understood the disease. Even as it slowly broke down your body, you were strong. You lost your baby girls before me and yet you were strong enough to love and have both Faith and I. I know you loved us with all your heart. Your will to live, was a powerful thing to behold.

You took care of me when I was sick, bandaged me when I was hurt, protected me when I couldn’t protect myself, made sure that I learned everything that I possibly could, and talked me through my troubles. You read to me until I learned to read, and then you made sure that I continued to read. You instilled in me a thirst for knowledge for all things. I learned from you how to find out what I wanted to know. You did these things selflessly, even when you did not feel well. You made sure we had good food to eat, and clothes to wear even though they were not what everyone else had. As a young person, I was embarrassed that my clothes were not as in style as my classmates, yet as I grew older I realized it is the person inside that is what is important, not their appearance. I learned that from you. I learned from you that family was the most important thing in my life, and that money and possessions do not create happiness. We had good times, tough times, happy times, and sad times, yet our family stuck together through it all. I struggled through some tough times when I FEEL YOU LEANED ON ME TOO HEAVILY 

You taught me to love just as fiercely as you did. Yes, you were strict and perhaps you felt bad about it sometimes. That was probably was what I needed to become the person I am. You never babied me and it made me a stronger person with the ability to say no to people and to walk away from people when needed. I learned from you that love is the most important aspect of our lives and I am learning what you meant when you said I have to love myself. All that makes me who I am came from you and the wonderful man you chose as your husband. You were a blessing in my life as were my grandmothers and my aunts. I would not be who I am today without you. I thank you for being the mother I needed you to be. I know we had our differences sometimes, I forgive you and I forgive me for all of our perceived misconceptions and imperfections.

I love you still and I always will. I miss your talks, your voice, and your hugs. One day we will meet on the other side.

Love Always,

Me, 

Righteous Anger

I am usually a calm peaceful person. I do not like conflict. or shouting. I do not want to fight and often would rather bend over backwards to get along with people.

Today I came unhinged at the meanness of some children. It brought up memories of my childhood where I was made fun of and a friend of mine was tortured relentlessly. I wanted to scream and cuss and throw things as I unleashed my righteous angry tirade on mean kids. I told them that they had no right to take the dignity of their class mate and that they should apologize. I am holding them accountable for their actions.

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The Guardian

 

     She was three months pregnant, starving and physically exhausted with the battle of living a life that was day after day an uphill battle to keep her head above water. The credit cards bills that she had used to simply get by were enormous and she had continually robbed Peter, to pay Paul. She could not figure a way out, she had no real friends to help her, no parents to bail her out and no spouse or boyfriend for moral support. To top it all off her druggie boyfriend of the past five months took all of her remaining cash and he ditched her by simply disappearing off the face of the planet. Evicted from her rented room because she could not pay the upcoming rent and had been living in the streets for weeks. She had tried begging for money, but people avoided her in her bedraggled state. She could not bring herself to prostitute out her body in fact, she thought she would rather die, than to degrade herself in such a manner. Now in the months to come, she would still be in the same predicament with an added person to take care of and be responsible for. Her last job had fizzled out when the business had gone under. Finding a decent job was impossible because of her lack of employment skills and no one was hiring since times were tough for everyone in this recession.

    She sat on the curb and began crying in abject despair her inner light was at its absolute dimmest. People passed her on the sidewalk, not one of them seemed the slightest bit concerned that a girl would be sitting on the curb crying her eyes out as dirty water ran over her feet from the flooded streets into the sewer. She didn’t even care as she was contemplating killing herself. She pulled a box cutter knife from her backpack which contained the last of her earthly possessions and placed the point against her skin. How could she raise another human being when she wasn’t even capable of taking care of herself and she wasn’t even worthy of living herself? No one would even notice if she bled to death there on the sidewalk! She drew the knife across the flesh of her wrist, pressing firmly with the intent to slice open her vein. Nothing happened. The knife was so dull that it was completely useless! She could not even successfully kill herself, so she flung the knife out into the street. As she took the final steps toward the bottom of her despair, she made up her mind to step out into the street in front of a car or a bus. She attempted to stand wobbling unsteadily on her feet as a wave of dizziness engulfed her. As she considered her newfound focus to step in front of the next vehicle, she stared down the empty street for the right opportunity to present itself to her. As soon as the traffic light changed, she would step into the front of the garbage truck rumbling down the street. It was perfect because, she was the trash that needed taken out.

     Suddenly a hand grasped her arm gently and she dropped her gaze to the ground while the owner of the hand guided her away from the street. When she raised her eyes to see who had taken her hand and guided her away from the street all she saw at first was the purest pillar of light in the place of a human being. The light made her feel safe and loved. She blinked and there before her was a bent old man with gray hair smiling at her. The old man offered to buy her breakfast and walked with her to a nearby diner. As they ate the man asked her to tell why she had been so close to taking her life. The girl explained her predicament to him as he listened intently, allowing her to feel her grief and pain while she cried. When the girl finished the old man smiled and told the girl that God had sent the girl to help him in his time of need. The girl was puzzled, so he explained to the girl his current predicament of being alone and diagnosed with cancer. He asked the young girl to live with him if she would help with things as he grew weaker. The young girl agreed, thinking that it would only be a temporary solution to her problem, but at least she could carry her baby to term then give the child away for adoption so that she would not be responsible for taking another person’s life. She spent about a year with the man caring for him in his modest home. As time went by her despair left her and she became the young woman she was meant to be. In the months to come peace filled her heart as she focused on his care, administering his medications, fixing his meals, and cleaning his house. She had her baby there during that year and the old man loved holding and watching the baby girl. She cared for the old man as he grew weaker doing all she could to make his last days on Earth those of peace and joy. The baby brought joy to his eyes every time he looked upon the child and the young woman grew to love the old man as if he had been her own father.

      One night just weeks before her year’s anniversary of attempting to take her life, the old man passed away. The young woman cried with the grief of losing a loved one. She contacted his lawyer as he had left her a note telling her that his lawyer would take care of all the funeral arrangements. She decided to stay at the house through the funeral, knowing afterwards she would be in the streets. No one attended the funeral except the girl, her baby, a priest, and his lawyer. After the funeral, the lawyer came to her and told her she needed to hear what the man’s will. She followed him to his office where he read the old man’s will aloud to her. She was shocked because old man had left her the house and millions of dollars. It was more than enough money for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life, so much more that she decided to open a shelter for young people who were in a predicament similar to the one she had once been in. The shelter offered rooms, jobs, food and schooling to give people skills to become guardians to others. In this way his torch was passed from one guardian to another. The girl had turned into a young woman that walked the streets with her angel child looking for other great beings of light that knew not what they were. Whenever she found them, her own light shone its brightest.

~Kelly Jeter 2024