One cold Sunday night, my mother and father were dressing to go out to a night club. My mother had picked out a beautiful black evening dress with pearls and my father had chosen a white jacket with brown slacks. They looked nice. My mother asked me to go to her closet and get a black cloth belt that was to go with her dress. I raced to the closet before my sister Linda could get there. She always liked to get things for my mother before I could.
I reached the closet first and stood guard over the door until Linda backed away and ran off into the next room. Triumphantly, I opened the closet door and there were no clothes there. I looked and looked and I could find no dresses, shoes, coats, nothing. There was no trace of a belt anywhere. Suddenly, a large snake appeared and slithered along the bar where clothes were supposed to be. The snake wrapped itself around the bar and stopped. It looked at me, winked, and continued to slither until it disappeared into the wall. I looked at the bar and the wall and there was no hole on either side. There was nowhere for a snake of that size, at least 6 feet long and as thick as my arm, to disappear to.
I stepped back and prepared to run, lest the snake came back. A second later, all of the clothes that were supposed to be in the closet returned in a blinding flash of light. The snake returned as well, but this time it hung limply on the bar. Suddenly, it turned into the black belt that my mother had sent me for. Tentatively, I reached out to touch the belt. I rubbed it softly. It was just a regular cloth belt. I grabbed the belt and told my mother what had happened. She laughed and chided me for having such a vivid imagination.
A belt is a belt and a snake is a snake. The two do not mix she said. One cannot become the other.
At the age of five, I did not understand the significance of that vision. I did not know what a snake wrapped around a pole meant. I did not know why such a thing would show itself to me. Many years would pass before I would learn the significance of the snake and the staff. Even at that young age, an ancient part of my soul was attempting to speak to me. As yet, I did not have ears to hear.