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It had to be a grey ox to bring me the snake. Grey ox with liquid eyes. Bending down over every coil, shadow, scale. And as the snake was winding around my arm, dancing with my skin, I could feel it vibrate in my womb. Low. Where my roots should be, that I've so missed.

They're growing now, the roots, filling the void, nourishing and strengthening. Deep roots, so I can reach the skies.

Now the snake's changing skin. Blue scales of water and turquoise, he leaves them all around the house. Pick them up before my parents see. Hide them.

The last phase. My dream is on my skin and it vibrates, alive. Old skin falling, under the old skin he's shiny black scales and flitting muscles of water and mud. And fire eyes.

So for me. Losing my skin, healing, changing. Where is my blood? When the old blood falls, like the old skin, there'll be nothing left. The snake on my arm is the snake in my womb. Water and water. Viscous blood. Onyx black and red as the red earth.

(07-09)

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There is a dark forest and bonfires under the trees. A dancing god of ivy and snakes at the end of the path. If you turn right and follow the steps, you'll reach an underground river that flows from heaven, where people go to die.
There you'll find your answers.

snake dreams

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snake dreams again...and water dreams. I hadn't had any for some time...they're back now.
A few days ago the first one: a killer whale, a seal, and a dead mouse. And now the second dream. This time the water was slow-flowing, full of algae. I wasn't scared of it, which was a good sign, but as soon as I started walking in it I felt uncomfortable, itchy. I had to turn back...and that's when the snake showed itself.
Cats used to be the animal most featured in my dreams, but I've been having so many water-snake dreams since january, and all through this summer. For this past month they'd stopped though. And now another snake, a black coiling dragon-snake, its head as big as my body. And this second dream also helps me understand the first one.
I already knew the water, I already knew the snakes. I know my dreams, they've spoken to me many times. I know why they're here again.
I'm training every day, dancing for hours on end, but now that I also have university classes to addend, and a job (more like three) to keep, its all starting to feel overwhelming. The dreams came as soon as I started to feel it, the weight of responsibility, the pressure to do everything I should do, to be everything I should be.
The dreams tell me I mustn't forget, they bring me back to what is real, to what is important. They are a warning...
I am so close now. Water is my friend. Snakes are my friends. But it can all fall apart again if I let it.
They ask me to go back to my core, to my centre. Do not betray. Do not stray. Do not forget.
Be strong.

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My work is now on Behance, if you'd like to have a look :-)

magic is a simple thing...

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Recognize all of the flowers and trees in the garden. Hydrangeas, geraniums, lemon trees, roses, pomegranates, hibiscus, oleanders, olive trees, bouganvillae. Know which ones are edible, which ones are toxic, which ones attract birds, which repel insects. Smell everything.

Look up at the full moon, and start bleeding the same night. Work with the transformative energy. Keep the window open as you sleep, curtains drawn. Let her shine her light on you. Talk to her as you fall asleep. Remember when you used to glow too.

Be distracted by a scarab beetle in the sand, while reading Ovid's Metamorphoses. Wonder at the coincidence. Watch the scarab go its own way after having crossed your beach towel.

Look closely into the darkness. There's stone snakes living under the mountains. They usually come out at night. Not easy to miss, head as big as a small car.

Walk into the sea. Cup water in your hands and bring it above and over your head three times. Dive into the waves. Go in, with all your head. Underwater. Feel.
Talk to the sea. It understands poetry best.
Now sing to it. The first song will call fish to you. If you're not scared bigger fish will follow the small ones.
The sea recognises you now when you walk into it. It recognises your voice. It'll send waves to greet you. It will gently carry you to the shore when you wish to leave.
Talk to the sea. It is far reaching. Powerful, a good friend to have.
Sing to it again. But now sing into it, sing deep, radiate your song. Careful if you're on a boat. This might cause storms.

Keep salt on your skin and sand in your hair. Keep the wind.
Walk barefoot.
Wear kajal eyes, silver jewellery and pearls. Have bedouin dreams.