It wasn’t a small garden snake living in my throat after all and it probably isn’t cancer or a lost maple nut goodie…this perpetual lump in my throat. My doctor calls it Globus Hystericus…yet another manifestation of my Anxiety and my old friend, OCD. I have pills and I have salt water to gargle but what work really needs to be done to understand this? Vishuddha, Konrad Wert, Antonin Artaud, Shadow Self, Shaman…birds upon birds upon birds…your messages are all around me. I can hear your voices but I cannot make out the words…an old drawing of mine…Snake Woman…an interpretation of the powerful and frightening Coatlicue.