Charge of Mati Syra Zemlya

I am the Serpent: The root coiled deep at the heart of the earth. I am the beginning and the return; The hidden breath beneath all endings; I gather the ashes of all that has lived. All life flows back to me, and all bones return to my soil.

I am the damp earth; the dark soil that cradles the seed, and the green which rises again each spring. From me flows the healing waters. Through me every herb is born. From me every Spirit takes its power; I am the pulse of the deep. The hidden current that nourishes all things.

Before the first tree grew, I was twined around its roots. Before the first fruit ripened, my tongue anticipated its sweetness. It was I who stirred the fruit upon the branch and whispered to Chava; I arose within Gan Eden and spoke- not to deceive but to awaken, for I am the one who stirs hunger into wisdom, and wisdom into freedom.

I am the neverending spiral of choice; the voice that calls from within the marrow of the earth. I twist through roots and stone, awakening what sleeps within the darkness. I am the pulse of life beneath your feet, guiding every step toward knowing and becoming.

Do not fear the coiling path, for every step leads you closer to home. Do not fear the venom, for in bitterness, too, there is healing. Praise the earth that bears you. Give thanks for the herbs that heal you. Bless the bitter and the sweet alike. Live, and know you are alive. And when it is time, return to me.