The Wisdom of the Serpent

Awakening Through Shakti or Ayahuasca — A Paradox for The Regenerative Age

The bus had already broken down. Twenty-some pilgrims were now piled into the back of a tractor, chugging its way down the road. The children who’d been chasing after us for the first few miles had long since disappeared into the horizon.

Then the tractor came to a halt.

“Cobra!” someone shouted.

We clambered off the trailer and stood in awe. There, in the middle of the road, sat a majestic king cobra with its hood raised high. A group of men had formed a semi-circle around it, sticks outstretched to ward off passing traffic. One man told us the snake had appeared at the same time every day that week.