Consequences
So here I was, completely out of my meditation and left to wonder about what had just happened. To this day I can sit and reflect on my actions, or lack thereof, and I still have questions about why this went forward and why my naivety left me so totally open to what had happened and what would have happened if I had been aware enough to say no and just leave the meditative state I was in. It doesn't matter because it is over and I have become a much more aware person as a result. Still, the experience, unawares to me, was just beginning. The situation was just getting started and was not close to ending it anytime soon.
I was very fortunate to have a mentor in my life at the time who gave me a much vaster understanding of the other worlds and how to deal with situations that may arise in dealing with them. So this whole experience was running through my head, every little detail as it happened, as well as the very real pain I was feeling in my arm where spider woman had bitten me.
Later the following day we got together, as we so often did, and I went into detail about what had happened and how this entity had bitten me. All the time I kept glancing at her face as she seemed deep into concentration over what I was telling her, her face showing deep concern over what I was explaining had happened to me during my meditation. When I was finished I just stared ahead through the windshield of her vehicle in a daze, waiting for her to respond.
"What have you done?" She questioned me as I stared through the window of her vehicle. "Why in hells name did you do that?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I had no explanation and I really didn't understand any of what had just happened.
"This is bad, Don," she added. "I don't know if there is anything you can do. I don't think I can do anything. I am not sure anyone can do anything. Let me call the shaman and see what he can do. I still don't think he can help. You are in real trouble."
The shaman was a mutual friend we had. Quite powerful in his own regards and I held out hope perhaps he could help? I listened to her talk on the phone for what seemed like forever. Listening for her quest for help and advice as she probed him for answers. And the whole time I was gradually coming to an understanding that I had been duped. That both of these beings had worked on my ego and my trust and had manipulated the situation so that I would agree with them and say yes. That was all they needed. An action in the affirmative by me. And I had given approval and now I was trapped.
The longer I sat there the angrier I got. Anger at them, but mostly anger at myself. Anger at allowing myself to be so naive as to be duped so easily!
"Well, you're on your own," she responded as she finished her conversation with him. "He isn't sure what to do and he told me you just have to deal with the situation and you are on your own. Maybe you will die?"
We were silent for a few minutes as we both delved into our own consciousness for a way to remove this entity before she spoke up. My anger at this point was palatable and I could almost taste it. I was beyond anger.
"I am going to tell you a story," she finally spoke up, breaking the silence, "this is about my mentor."
Her mentor was a shaman who practiced along the path of Carlos Castaneda. A Peruvian born shaman who trained under a Yaqui shaman named Juan Matus. Her mentor was trained under one of Carlos Castaneda's students as well as receiving training by shamans on the Navajo and Hopi Indian reservations in the four corners area of the United States. My mentor was tutored by this Shaman.
"He was living on the reservation and was being tutored by a shaman there," she added," one day he was in a meditative state similar to where you were. While he was in this state he met a shaman who challenged him while on his journey. In his journey this shaman picked up a stick and drew a line in the sand between the two of them. The shaman pointed at the line and dared him to cross over the line. So he took him up on the dare and proudly jumped over the line thinking he was powerful enough to deal with this shaman who had dared him. He was immediately lost in a dream and his body went into convulsions. It was so bad that the shaman who was working with him had to to restrain him and tie him to a tree. It took three days worth of intense ritual practice before he found his way back to his body and the spirit was removed. This is what you have just done. You have crossed the line. You are not convulsing. But you have let this being in and I don't know what I can do for you."
My mind raced in panicked anger as I thought about how I was going to deal with this. This wasn't right! I had been trapped by my own arrogance and if anyone was going to take care of this it was going to have to be me. Anger has a power of it's own. It is a powerful tool if used right and I was about to use it.
"I have to do something..." I said in a hushed voice. "I need to take care of this!"
"Well, be careful," she replied as she dropped me off. "Don't make it worse for heavens sake!"
The next day found me creating sacred space and asking the universe for help as I prepared myself for whatever it is I must do. My anger was still very much evident and I was determined to do something to help myself. In the end, I was responsible for my predicament and now I was going to have to find some way to undo whatever it was spider woman had done to me.
As I entered my altered state I left all my thoughts behind and found myself in total darkness. I had no clue what I was going to do but felt confident I would be able to find the help I needed. So, I waited until I saw a light in the distance and worked myself towards the light, not knowing what I would find. Once I arrived where the light was I realized I was standing in some Mayan or Incan city that looked as if it had been long since deserted, save one rather large man standing in front of me. He was dressed very similar to the picture as far as his headdress goes, but he was without a shirt and was very muscular. He was wearing a leather apron with a jaded sword hanging from his side. He had on his feet a type of sandal with leather laces wrapping around his legs. On each side were torches that looked a lot like tiki torches we use today. At his feet wound an enormous snake, perhaps twenty or thirty feet long, and it was coiled through and around his legs, his large head staring at me, his eyes fixed on me.
"Who are you?" I asked in a rather guarded fashion and wondering if I was about to walk into another trap of some sort.
"I am Quetzalcoatl," he replied as his voice rolled from his mouth. "You have asked for help. I am the one that was sent to help. Do you accept this help?"
I sat silent for a moment as I watched snakes head raise and stare menacingly at me, his tongue slithering between his lips.
"Yes," I replied as I wondered how I ever got myself into this rather bizarre situation?
"Give me your arm," he replied.
With that I extended my left arm out and as he grabbed my hand he drew his jaded sword and in a flash cut my arm off at the elbow. Without saying a word he flung my arm at snake as snake, in one fell motion, raised his head and body up to snatch it out of the air and in an instant my left arm was removed at the elbow and traveling down snakes mouth.
"It is done," he stated as he placed his sword back into his belt on his side. "Come back and see me when you are done with your quest."
With that Quetzalcoatl turned and walked away while snake slithered along side him as he faded into the distance, leaving me alone in the darkness.
I came out of my journey undaunted and still very angry. This was not what I had expected to happen, but then again, what did I expect to happen? Things of this nature do not work off of what a human perception is of what life or reason should be, nor of a perceived human conception of time either. If you go into a situation such as this it is not something you prepare for or even understand. It is a journey where spirit alone dictates how to deal with things. Spirit is the only thing that can see beyond a human beings perceived notion of how things should operate in the supernatural world. Ones human reactions and reasoning will fail to resolve the situation you would like resolved. Human perception can not perceive what non human entities, spiritual or extraterrestrial, are thinking. You must check human emotions and reason at the door with situations such as this. Unknowingly, this is what I was doing. This lack of organized action is what would save me from total disaster.
The next day I again talked with my mentor and explained what had been happening to me in my altered state. Again she shook her head in silence as she contemplated what she can do to help me.
"Look, I know I am just hoping I can get this done and undo whatever it is I have gotten myself into," I told her as the anger boiled in my veins. "I have to go back. I have to take care of spider woman somehow. I know I am on my own. But I am the only one at this point that can take care of this. Who else can I turn to?"
I was angry and desperate. Anger has a power of its own. It is an emotion you can hold on to with a lot of energy and if you use this energy with clear intent and do not let it fog your thoughts it is quiet powerful. This is where my state of mind was. I had a lot of anger and I was about to direct this anger towards getting spider woman to release me.
"I'll tell you what I can do," she responded quietly, "I'll send you my indian warrior to help you. You can have him for two weeks but at the end of two weeks I am calling him back."
With that I was much more optimistic that I would be able to pull something off and remove spider woman from my life. At the time I really had little idea on how much of a deal this was on her part. These type of spirits and gifts are not to be taken lightly and it is a great honor to be able to have someone send something of a spiritual nature like this to someone else. Today I am greatly honored she did this. And I knew she had an indian warrior that was gifted her. We had actually been able to capture him on a photo on our phones a couple of times.
. To Be Continued...
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