and its venom blooms through your abdomen, into your heart. It emerges to tell you something; its only language is poison full of stories past and future. An imprecise but powerful blast. Fear’s message must be filtered. It never forgets. Even before your birth, fear gathered deep, earthy memories over millennia and poured them down into your body. Ever vigilant, it watches your life for danger. One small experience can scar it, and fear heals slow. If you let it, it will curl around your mind and not withdraw. It will forget its place as an advisor. The serpent must be tamed. It knows when you’re listening and when you turn away to act. Too much attention given, too little action, and you will grow codependent, interlocked. It will take up residence inside you. But with time, movement, and measured attention, it will learn the dose that works for you, that protects and does not harm. And you will learn that its poison is a passage through.
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