Juramidam and Banyan Rain

This is my Ball Python I got with Jasmine in August 2006... he's probably 3 or 4 years old, and could live till he's 20 and grow up to 4 feet long. Ball Pythons curl up into a ball, covering their head if they're nervous and don't think they can defend themselves by striking out. He curls up under a log in his cage most of the day, but comes out when someone is vacuuming or mowing the lawn, probably the vibration gets him to think something is going on which is strange because I thought he would rather hide all the more. He's an escape artist and if his cage didn't lock he'd find a way out. When he bites, it doesn't hurt, but his razor sharp teeth do draw a little blood, a bit like a diabetes prick. He doesn't latch on, unless it's a mouse and then curls his neck around it and squeezes it. The first time I realized he really hated me was after Banyan had played with him. I brought him into the bathroom and put him on a shelf where he wrapped around a candle and the other things on the shelf, then just looked at me. After a couple minutes, I went to pick him up and he struck out at me. I grabbed him and he darted around the corner of the shelf and lodged himself between the wall and the refrigerator around the corner of the bathroom through the crack in the door. He was hissing and although I was holding on tight and trying not to let him get himself lodged in, he was squirming through my hands. I had to call out for help to tilt the refrigerator to remove his leverage. He's strong, entirely muscle made for getting himself into tight places. Native to Africa, he was raised in captivity, but his instincts are purely reptilian... like the true puppet masters behind our 1st world economy--no mercy. That moment reminded me of a part in Natural Born Killers when the Indian told a fable. There was an injured rattle snake that a woman had compassion on and nursed back to health over a long period of time. Once the snake was better, it struck out at her. As she lay dieing, she asked, "Why did you do that after I saved your life?" The snake replied, "Bitch, you knew I was a snake!" I named my snake Juramidam which is the vibration of the spirit after ingesting Ayahuasca or Santo Daime, a powerful tea made from a vine and leaf native to South America that contains DMT. This intense experience often causes people (including myself) to see snakes floating through the air and a buzzing sound JOOORAAHMEEEDAAAHM. The Mayan worshiped Quetzacoatl, the feathered serpent before the violent Aztec god took over and demanded blood sacrifices. Quetzacoatl was a peaceful deity who fled due to the violence and is said to return. A great book is "2012 the return of Quetzacoatl" by Daniel Pinchbeck who used to write for The New York times. He received transmissions from Quetzacoatl (voices in his head) that are recorded in the end of the book... I recommend it strongly. Anyways... Boing Boing Boing