The physical/material Bloody, Snake Chariot was my physical/material vehicle for only the first two voyages of this narrative. But it is the conceptual vehicle, my celestrial, immaterial vehicle of all the voyages.
The physical/material chariot was a white, 1991 Toyota Tercel that was my father's vehicle until he died in May, 2000. It then was abandoned for a year and a half. But then it became my only inheritance, my only worldly/material estate.
It became The Bloody Chariot when I hit a large, bloody, flayed carcass (probably a deer) on I-80 in New Jersey (near the Delaware Water Gap), as I was bound to the serpent mound in Ohio. It almost stoved in my radiator. It splattered the chariot with blood and bits of meat that persisted for a good while.
It became The Bloody, Snake Chariot when I realized that my vehicle shared the mission, the intent of the chariot of Tripomine which was pulled by two great serpents.
During the Elysian Mysteries, in ancient Athens, the rye ergot entheogen, was mixed with wine and ingested by the leading citizens, the leading artists of the city. They then tripped hard on the myth of Demeter, the earth mother, goddess of the cultivation, and her beloved daughter Persephone, goddess of the spring and the life force, and Persephone's abductor, Hades, god of the underworld.
The Elysian Mysteries were about the uniting and integrating of consciousness/unconsciousness, life and death, male and female, the living and the dead, the mortal and the immortal, the domesticated and the wild, sobrity and ecstatic drunkeness, the cultivator and the cultivated.
The first conjunction between Persephone and Hades was lawless. But their union became a sanctioned marriage.
The god Tripomine is the fruit of their union, integration. He travels the world in a chariot pulled by snakes. He disseminates the knowledge of the wild cultivation and being cultivated by the wild. He is the fruit of the great union the great integration of experience.
The snake power that moves his chariot is the power that drives transformation, the power of the union, the integration of experience, the power of the human incarnate in God, God incarnate in the human.
The physical/material Bloody, Snake Chariot was a challenging vehicle. Many times it was not clear why it was still running. It always was breaking down. And yet it would always break down in the right place, in the right time, in the right circumstances for transformation, integration of experience.
Somehow it got me to California and then back to Mystic, Connecticut. And then it broke down on the Pequot Hill and I abandoned it for about eight months, and then I was able to bring it back to life, again.
It ran poorly, but it ran for another four months.
It was running poorly, but still running when I left her when I left Mystic in early July, 2005.
The license plate was stolen. The Groton Police were about to tow it away. A friend somehow got it, in the dead of night, to a safe harbor in front of Mystic's Green Marble Coffeehouse, where it serenely served as a coffee cup table for nine months.
On August 17 I had an intuition that something was going to happen to the physical/material chariot. I e-mailed my friend that I had the feeling that the chariot had not yet made it's last voyage.
On August 18, (the ninth anniversary of the fall of the North American Wildlife Association, the fall of The Split Tree - see 'The Jah D.E.P.' at www.libbyhome.blogspot.com) some punks from the Green Marble broke the chariot's windows. A few minutes latter the tow truck came - and took the chariot on her last physical/material voyage.
But the narrative and the voyage continues...