Uktena ᎤᎧᏖᎾ – The Horned Serpent
Sometimes you have to personify your fear, give it a name, give it life and empower it,
give it a blade, and then embrace it, as yourself.
"Those who know say the Uktena is a great snake, as large around as a tree trunk, with horns (antlers) on its head, and a bright blazing crest like a diamond on its forehead, and scales glowing like sparks of fire. It has rings or spots of color along its whole length. Whoever is seen by the Uktena is so dazed by the bright light that he runs toward the snake instead of trying to escape. As if this were not enough, the breath of the Uktena is so pestilential, that no living creature can survive should they inhale the tiniest bit of the foul air expelled by the Uktena. Even to see the Uktena asleep is death, not to the hunter himself, but to his family."-- James Mooney
The Uktena, Thee Dweller of Thresholds,
It is thee who guards the ecstasy of union.
And for the sake thereof,
It is thee who guards the gate of division,
At the stroke of its hour, you are struck by lightning, raptured in thunder
It is the destroyer of gods, It eats all of creation
It was born when the underworld emerged to cradle the fire from heaven.
When it was born, did the seven-fold fire shine, When it was born, did the seven spheres form,
In heaven and in hell, and thus did the seven harmonies come,
to conduct and orchestrate the darkness with a play of light,
To guide the fallen, the shadow of the Ukten toward its wings
Thee are the struggle of incarnated existence, the dark side of the land and the instinct to survive.
Fear, and death and overcoming it by embracing the dance. You come against life, and yet are the womb that holds it close and the forge which tempers its ire. Thee are the blowing tempest, that teaches one to be the eye of the storm.
Thee are the entropy and the loss of things once sweet.
Lord of memory, and that which is coveted.
Thee are the acid dissolving the one thing, and bring the constituents of the solvent together in glorias multiple, that the minerals of the soul coagulate as a foundation making way for the animal soul, that it may reach for the torch,
Oh Man! This is the paradox of the chaos within the divine order:
All is marked for death, temporal- a change in tempo in that which is not temporal.
To protect against the breath and influence of the Uktena, surround theyself with a ring of sacred medicine fire, burning therein pine cones, pine needles, ash bark, snakewort and snakebane. Invoke within the flames of this ring the mighty bird Tlanuwa. Uktena may also be trapped by such a fire. The Uktena can only be overcome when the adept practitioner of nvwoti, having mastered the seven disciplines, and having aligned the seven spheres of their life, with their feet in the lowest of hells and their head in the highest of the seven heavens, strikes with an arrow doctored in the name of the thunder, piercing the seventh mark of the hide of the Uktena.
These words at the arrows back as it is released: Didayohidi ale ayohuhisdi - Liberty or death!
The Crest of the Uktena, is the mark of attainment, the mark of an Adawehi, having entered the 8th heaven.