Three nights ago I had a dream – not so unusual you might say, but dreams for me are few and far between. It was the night of the geometric storm, a constant battering of the Earth’s magnetosphere by Solar Winds had left me tired during the day. I took a very necessary grounding of the cosmic energy by wading into the warmed sea waters of the Gulf of Thailand flowing around the sand banks and letting the salty water absorb the additional high frequency energies into the Earth’s crystalline matrix.
Normally at night, I’m working and that means on a dimensional level for come high winds or lightning storm, I retain no presence in my body until the time to awake the next morning. It is rare for me to wake with my thoughts and feelings intact so I have become used to rebuilding my Self first thing each day. This time my thoughts were of that night as I recalled the memories of a dream state that took place during the early hours.
I was on a path that led through the jungle forest that surrounds my living quarters, deep Pampas grass, coconut palms and banana trees bristling with ripe fruit. From within leaves rustling beside the path, a dark coloured snake crossed in front of me. It stopped and raised itself up, flaring its hooded mantle and hissed while swaying backwards and forwards. I felt no malevolence, nothing evil emanated from its behaviour, I was just transfixed looking into the Snakes eyes until it turned away and moved swiftly back into jungle forest showing me what looked like a pair of white spectacles on the back of its head. I heard a scurry of footprints and an elongated small furry creature rushed past me, chattering as it went, the sounds of Rikki Tikki, Rikki Tikki. It disappeared into the jungle and I heard no more.
The name Rikki Tikki sounded familiar and I then remembered a short story by Rudyard Kipling written in 1894 which involved a Cobra and a mongoose. I found it quickly on the internet and read it through – it involved the tale of a baby mongoose adopted by a colonial English family living in India (recollecting Kipling’s own childhood), of whose adventures involved saving the family from two large and vicious Cobra’s. The short story had a moral attached to it regarding overcoming adversity and facing one’s fears despite the enormity of the problems one encounters in life. It is in recognising the true nature of ourselves that we realise we already come equipped with all we need to overcome and find our own Divine Sovereignty.
As with all that presents itself in this manner, I gave gratitude and acknowledged the story for the wisdom it contained, but little did I realise that three days after this, how the story would find its way towards materialising its own true nature.
Living within a jungle forest brings many encounters of the natural kind into your home, and it is common to share the evening with noisy geckos and lizards competing for tasty bugs whirly-gigging around the ceiling lamps. These vary in size from a few inches to some of the bigger ones appearing on moth nights (after the heavy rains) up to a foot long. There are rats and mice that scamper around looking for scraps, ants of all sizes that seek to clear up all that the lizards leave behind. The birds provide the dawn chorus, the morning sonatas, the afternoon matinees and the evening overture. As with their Sirius A Carian Bird Tribe higher counterparts, the birds arrive with all variety of dress and colour and display. There are large spiders and centipedes and millipedes that love the darkness inside spare pairs of socks and shoes which always requires taking a second look before putting them on. In encountering all that Mother Nature has graciously provided to share our existence with, it has helped to find names for each species in order to recognise the blessings their visits provide. Spiders and bugs have been given the name of elementals, the rodents the names of Angels and the lizards the names of Ascended Masters. In doing this, one can turn an unpleasant surprise into a pleasant recognition of the varying methods of Spirit showing its daily presence.
“Hello Lady Portia” said to a bloated tree frog sitting on the kitchen cupboard curiously watching me chopping vegetables.
“Welcome Sivananda” as a gecko scuttles up the wall behind the coffee percolator.
But nothing prepared me for the arrival of that which had been named ‘Babaji’.
A persistent rustling of leaves outside the kitchen window had me opening the back door thinking to find a couple of mice catching bugs in the long grass. I did not expect to suddenly come face to face with a long dark snake heading rapidly towards me closely followed by the landlord’s dog, a large and fierce looking Thai Ridgeback. His name was given as Merlin because he appeared as if by magic at various times of the day and night to provide comfort and protection by sleeping right outside the front porch. Friendly and accommodating for all forms of affection but equally fierce and aggressive to all other dogs that approached the jungle dwelling.
As the snake approached, its sheer speed took me totally by surprise as I rapidly dived back into the house. Thinking it was probably some kind of rat snake which were fairly common around the area, I leaned out the kitchen window right above the snake seeking sanctuary underneath the Cooker Gas bottle. As Merlin approached barking profusely at his chosen target, the snake rose up hissing and swaying and there in front of me was the familiar shape I had seen in my dream, three days before – a pair of white spectacles looking at me from the back of its hooded head – an Indian Spectacled King Cobra at a very impressive two metres long. I gave a very respectful “Welcome Babaji” to this particular manifestation there inches beneath me.
The sheer exhilaration at meeting this wild creature of the jungle at such a close up range surpassed my previous encounters with those I had seen at a local snake farm. What lives in a cage, one does expect to find moving freely around the house. Merlin was no Rikki Tikki Tavi mongoose but he certainly appeared familiar and confident about his duel with this particular creature. I was concerned for his own wellbeing but he soon proved that he was skilfully able to dodge each strike the cobra made towards his head and the snake paid no attention to my passive wonder. I attempted to persuade him to let it go and leave the snake to slither back into the jungle, silently sending a message that it would better off in its own territory rather than in Merlin’s own back yard. The thoughts seemed to get through as he temporarily stepped away from its defensive position. The curled up Cobra took the opportunity to dart out from its hiding place showing its full impressive length within seconds of Merlin’s temporary retreat. But Merlin quickly resumed his focus, grabbed the snake in the middle of its body, shaking his head rapidly from side to side until the snake lay still on the sandy floor, its life shaken from its body. He picked it up one further time shaking further and with a couple of sniffs, was content that the battle had been worn and then sat down next to his prize with his tail wagging. If a dog could smile from ear to ear, then this was one very pleased dog. The Thai landlord appeared, drawn out by the earlier barking. He muttered a few words over the snake and raised his head to the sky with closed eyes. He picked the snake up with a long stick and carried it off to his own Spirit House, a small shrine dedicated to the House Spirit built by every land owner in Thailand.
So I had finally met “Babaji” and in such a dramatic fashion. I was grateful that the encounter had ended without danger to Merlin and myself, his protection has proved itself invaluable when I consider how often I had casually walked through the long grass behind the house without thought. But I was also deeply saddened with the death of such a magnificent creature that also had its own place in this world albeit brought rapidly to its end. As always, I gave gratitude to the meeting, knowing that the dream had meant that it was no random or chance event but indeed a creation event of high magnitude. And it was not long before the reason presented itself in a further dream.
The Thai people highly regard snakes especially the Cobra. In every temple and shrine, cobras adorn the gates, doors and pathways. They share a great respect for the creature they name Muchalinda that sheltered the protector of their world from heavy thunder storms, Lord Buddha. When a snake crosses their path in the forest, they regard the snake as a form of a forest God / Goddess and usually touch their wallets/purses as a sign of good wealth and abundance. The Gods / Goddesses are Spirit people known as the Nagas – and they are found in nearly every civilization across the world from Australia, across Asia, China, Tibet, Mexico, Native America and across the South Americas.
In Buddhism and Hinduism, they are known as the mythical semi-divine Beings, half human and half cobra. They live in cities underground where they were exiled by the creator deity Brahma due to their over population across the earth, long before humans became prevalent. They are associated with rivers and lakes and are guardians of the Earths greatest treasures.
The night of the Cobra encounter brought another rare dream state in the early hours, albeit brief but momentous. A Naga appearing through the darkness, a face only, dipping through the veil in the dim light above me and then pulling back into the ether of its higher energetic existence. A reminder that they were indeed still very part of our world along with the other Elementals that patiently await recognition and respect as part of the world that we unknowingly share with so many species, in this realm and many others. It was just as shocking to see a humanised Cobra head peering directly at you from above but equally as exhilarating upon realising the significance and honour of the appearance.
And so what is the greatest Earth treasure guarded so well by the Naga as detailed in virtually every religion, every culture and every civilization in some form or another. It is the Wisdom arising from the energy known as the rapture, the quickening, the Holy Spirit or by its Sanskrit name, the Kundalini – the rising of the serpent energy. It lies dormant within every person, coiled three and a half times within the Root Chakra, deep within the Sacrum, allowing the Spiritual essence to rise by spiralling around the Chakras along the Spinal column called Sushumna. Its ultimate aim, to pass unhindered through the chakras to reach the Third eye, the pineal gland situated within the centre of the brain. Its arrival creates the ‘Marriage of Shakti and Shiva’, the Hieros Gamos, which is marked by the sudden appearance of an all-encompassing bright white light, brighter than any previously encountered before. A direct connection to Source Wisdom and the beginning of a life that will never be the same again. Many write of the dangers of Awakening the Dragon, the great Serpent and who better than Merlin to oversee and guide you through that encounter for those who have yet to experience the great spiritual awakening that comes with the rising of the Kundalini.
Kundalini or Spiritual Energy is in everyone, dormant, waiting and ready for those whose lives become dedicated to the journey of the Soul, whatever and wherever that takes you. Many will warn of the encounter, in the same manner that many would warn you about facing a King Cobra. Yes, there is potential danger and you have no idea of what the snake might do. But a healthy respect and allowing the snake / Kundalini decide which path it wants to take within your life will ensure that you live peacefully with the Serpent alive within you.
Kundalini is not a myth any more than the Naga are a myth. Both are real in their own nature and will appear to those with belief in the serpent power and wisdom that they bring into the world. They have both been around a lot longer than we have. Kundalini is seeking a place within the Western world as well as its current Eastern homelands. The Naga people return and we will live in peace together once again as they are just as much part of us as we are of them.