When Nature Spoke Twice: How the Black Snake Returned in Spirit and Led Me Into My Deepest Healing of Fear, Release, and Rebirth.
- Donna
- Jul 24
- 5 min read
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The Doe’s Message
I knew the day was speaking to me before I ever reached my session. On the drive over, a doe crossed the road in front of me—moving from left to right, alone, pausing at the roadside before choosing her moment to continue. There was something holy in the way she moved, something instinctive and careful, as though she were crossing a threshold only she could sense. I felt her presence long after she disappeared into the trees. She felt like an omen of gentleness and protection, a feminine spirit reminding me that crossing into the next space of my life doesn’t have to be rushed.
It can be chosen.
It can be graceful.
It can be mine.
That quiet blessing set the tone for everything that followed.
Settling Into the Session
When the session began, I slipped into a calm so deep it felt like warm water. The energy around me was soft, steady, and reassuring—super chill, relaxing, secure. I could feel things moving, but not in a way that demanded anything of me. It was the kind of movement that asks the body to trust rather than brace.
I felt held by something larger than the room, as though the healing itself already knew the path and simply needed me to rest inside it.
The Visions Begin
Then the visions began.
The Golden Eye
The first was an eye—looking downward toward my right side, illuminated by a golden array of light streaming in from the corner. It didn’t feel like a symbol; it felt like a presence. The gaze was gentle, observant, almost reverent. I didn’t feel judged. I felt seen. The golden light carried a sense of clarity and guidance, like a spiritual witness had arrived to oversee the work being done. It felt like being known at a deeper level, as though something luminous was acknowledging my readiness.
The Fetal Safety
Soon after, I saw myself curled into a fetal position. But it wasn’t fear. It wasn’t collapse. It was safety. A loving, secure folding inward—like being held in a place where nothing was required of me. I could just be. That image touched something ancient in me, a part of myself that remembers what it feels like to be protected without needing to earn it.
The Spirit’s Touch
Then a spirit appeared, leaning over the female version of me, cupping my head in its hands. The gesture was intimate and tender, filled with a sense of transmission. I could feel waves of energy moving between us—rays, abilities, instructions, something luminous being exchanged. It felt purposeful, like a handoff from the unseen to the seen.
Something was being given.
Something was being received.
And I felt the significance of it in my bones.
Embryos and Purple Smoke
The imagery shifted again. Embryos appeared—floating in fluid sacs, umbilical cords attached, tiny hearts beating visibly within them. More embryos emerged, suspended in a purple haze that filled the space. One by one, hearts appeared out of the smoke, each one pulsing with the rhythm of becoming. It felt like witnessing creation at its earliest stage, the soul before identity, the beginning of life before it knows itself.
The purple smoke carried the feeling of mystery and transformation, the threshold between what is hidden and what is ready to emerge. It felt like watching the birth of something new inside me—something still forming, still tender, still sacred.
Spirits at Work
Spirits moved around me, busy and focused, as though a whole unseen team had arrived. One worked directly on my heart, performing what felt like energetic surgery. It wasn’t frightening. It was precise, careful, and deeply healing. I felt as though something in my emotional body was being opened, tended, and repaired.
Yawning and Energetic Release
Throughout the session, I couldn’t stop yawning. Deep, long, involuntary yawns that felt like my body was opening from the inside. At one point my right ear crackled—a tiny shift, like a channel clearing. The yawning, the ear crackle, the softness spreading through my body all felt connected.
My system was releasing.
My system was receiving.
The Word “Secure”
Then I heard the word secure. It wasn’t my thought. It was spoken into me. Immediately I felt the urge to curl into a fetal position again, this time toward the right. I saw myself doing it. It felt safe. And then, just as quickly, a wave of sadness rose and I cried briefly. The grief felt small but important—like something long held finally exhaling because it had been given permission to.
The Black Snake Returns
When the practitioner moved to my right hip and abdomen, the imagery shifted again. The large black snake returned—the exact one I had seen in the woods just a week before, wrapped through the branches of a tree with a mouse hanging from its mouth. In the session, it appeared alive and three‑dimensional, as though the boundary between memory and vision had dissolved. The snake felt like transformation, instinct, and ancient wisdom—but also like something devouring, something that consumes what is small and vulnerable. The mouse felt like the fragile part of me, the part that has learned to survive quietly.
The sobbing that followed came from my root chakra—a deep, guttural cry that felt ancient. It wasn’t just emotional. It was primal. It was release. It was something old leaving my body. When it finally stopped, I felt lightheaded, disoriented, emptied.
The Final Purge
As the session neared its end, I sat up and felt a small vomit‑burp rise from deep in my abdomen. Even that felt symbolic—like the body expelling the last remnants of what had been stirred loose. A physical echo of the emotional purge.
Then I saw the time: 2:22 pm.
A number of alignm
ent, harmony, and trust.
A quiet signature from the unseen.
Integration
The practitioner told me spirit guides had come in to help with the shift—that they had integrated a lot of energy and removed many blockages. She said I would be integrating for a while. And she was right. Hours later, I still felt lightheaded, almost intoxicated, as though my body was rearranging itself around the work that had been done.
Looking back, the whole session feels like one long inner passage—a descent into what had been held, a clearing of what had hardened, and a gentle reminder that I am being asked to stay on my path with tenderness, discernment, and trust.
Something old was seen.
Something old was moved.
And now, in the quiet afterglow, I feel both undone and gathered back together.
A crossing has happened.
And I am still becoming.
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