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  • Two years ago, I asked Sean a dear friend of mine in Cape Town, owner of a snake park, to bring a precious guest to my house. It was a white sacred cobra from India that people from her country considered a highly spiritual being, and many movie stars walking the spiritual path, tried to buy from Sean offering enormous amounts of money but he always refused because he felt that the snake was different in many ways to other snakes.
    Sean owns a snake park and his mission is to take different reptiles to schools to houses etc to talk about them, to explain so many fascinating facts about the snakes and most of all to show the real dangerous ones so people would not hurt a harmless one in fear.
    I had a snake phobia for so many years since I was a child and only 10 years ago after a series of dreams and visions my fear disappeared and I understood that they were intelligent, great healers and people were so scare of them mainly for their role given to them in the Bible. I always wonder why a spider was not chosen in their place because I still have personal issue with spiders and even If I know is wrong, I cannot cuddle a tarantula as I can do it with the most dangerous snake. My love for them got to the point that I had some tattoos in my body of some beautiful mystical African snakes. They covered my back and my upper arms.
    Going back to the white cobra Sean told me that it was not an antidote in Cape Town as the snake was Indian and he told me I was the only person that he ever allowed to touch and to be close to her. He told me to be aware of the danger.
    I was with a group of friends in the garden of my house and as soon as the cobra came out of the container they disappeared very quick. She was so beautiful with markings in her back too that looked like tattoos. She was very fast despite that Sean told me she was old and did not move like when she was younger. She was like a shooting star. My heart was beating so fast not of fear but of been allowed to be centimetres apart of one of the most dangerous snakes in the world. I thought how I would like to have a picture with her. It was like she read my thoughts and she came and stood next to me, she lifted her head and showed her hood and one of my friends, brave enough took a few pictures of the two of us. In one I was touching her body and the cobra was in complete peace, in another she was dancing in front of me because I can not describe in another words her graceful movments, and in the last one, she was next to me .She could have ended my life with one bite but I did not feel aggression and I just sent love. She felt the love so the aggression was out of the question.
    I wanted to show her in Cowbird, because she was a special being and as all the special beings she did not abuse her power.
    I was in heaven so close to death and so close to life. I did not know that the beautiful cobra was closer to death than I was. She died two weeks after the visit. I felt she wanted to give me the gift of her presence before she left this world. As Shakespeare said in Hamlet “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”. I know that the experience of that afternoon in my garden with the White Cobra was one of those things.

    Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159–167h
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