Birth, Death, Rebirth and the Eternal, Loving Energy of the Ouroboros.

I first met The Ouroboros on a guided meditation to meet my Spirit Guide in the underworld. It was a practice led by my sister, prior to a psilocybin journey with an intention of getting to know this otherworldly, energetic force. The experience was completely psychedelic, without any substances yet affecting my consciousness and it was there, down a deep and spiraling crystalline tube, down into a jeweled cave in the underworld, that I met The Ouroboros, known in Aztec culture as Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent God, a symbol of the eternal birth, death, rebirth cycle of the ever-expanding and infinitely creative force of Consciousness.

This experience led me to visit a sweet friend who holds drum-making workshops. I spent the day making a ceremonial drum for my sister’s 60th birthday. I told my friend about my modest painting skills and he gifted me this bison skin drum, that I then painted with the energy of my Spirit Guide, The Ouroboros.

As I reflect on this Easter Sunday, with Passover and Ramadan in mid stride, I look to an expansive and inclusive definition of Consciousness and the eternal and infinite cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. I gaze into the eyes of the Unified Truth and see love looking back and then unto myself, back again, like an infinite reflection in a cleverly-laid array of funhouse mirrors. As within, without. We are the infinite, observing itself in human form.

Whatever your beliefs or non-beliefs about Easter, Passover, Ramadan, or Consciousness as a broad category of understanding, the truth remains that by fearing death, we limit our ability to truly live life.

From mystical traditions and ancient ruins, to quantum physics and experiences in non-ordinary states of consciousness, all signs point to the compelling evidence of a unified supreme consciousness and intelligence that is behind it all and that everything and everyone is and are one in the same. The truth that there is by necessity, a Universal balance of dark and light, the yin and yan, and the head-scratching paradox of unified opposites.

We are the Ouroboros, each of us an expression of the beautiful, ecstatic, decaying and dying and then rising again, existential force of unbridled creative love that is everything and nothing all at once. We are the eternal paradox, the snake eating its tail in an everlasting, spiraling expansion of Consciousness and reflective muse, itself, the face of love.