Joe Smo. I had a dream
Two actually: The Endless Cycle
Joe Smo's Two Dreams: The Serpent, the Feathered Serpent, and the Endless Cycle
It was a restless night for Joe Smo. The kind of night where sleep felt more like an invitation to another layer of reality, rather than a retreat from it. He hadn’t expected much when he finally drifted off, but the dreams that came to him were anything but ordinary.
The First Dream: The Feathered Serpent
In the first dream, Joe found himself in a landscape unlike any he’d seen before—a vast, ancient temple surrounded by jungle, with thick vines curling around the stone walls like snakes. The air was hot, thick with the smell of earth and life. At the center of it all, towering above him, stood Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent.
The serpent’s scales shimmered with the iridescence of emerald and gold, but it was the feathers—glowing with a divine brilliance—that struck Joe. They were not of this world, seeming to float between dimensions. Quetzalcoatl's eyes locked onto his, and Joe could feel the weight of millennia of wisdom bearing down on him. He wasn’t just in the presence of a god—he was in the presence of cycles, of creation and destruction, of endless renewal.
Quetzalcoatl spoke, though his mouth did not move. The words were in Joe’s mind, a deep, resonant vibration that echoed through his chest.
"You are part of the cycle, Joe. You create, but you destroy too. To build the new, the old must fall away. I am the sky and the earth, the beginning and the end. So are you."
Joe watched as the serpent uncoiled, its massive body stretching through the sky. With every movement, it seemed to tear through time itself, revealing glimpses of civilizations rising and falling, of stars being born and dying. Joe felt a rush of understanding—Quetzalcoatl was not just a god, but the embodiment of duality, the reconciliation of opposites.
He was both divine and earthly, intellect and instinct, and in him, Joe saw the mirror of his own life. He had spent so much time trying to control, trying to navigate the endless cycles, but the Feathered Serpent showed him that surrender to the flow was the key. Every creation carried within it the seed of its own destruction, and every ending was a new beginning.
The Second Dream: The Ouroboros
In the second dream, the jungle dissolved and Joe was surrounded by stars—an infinite expanse of space where time no longer seemed to exist. Floating before him was the Ouroboros, the ancient serpent eating its own tail, coiling and uncoiling in an endless loop. This serpent was different from Quetzalcoatl, darker, more primal, its scales shifting from black to silver in the starlight.
The Ouroboros moved slowly, deliberately, its eyes reflecting the cosmos. Joe could feel the weight of its meaning pressing down on him—the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. This serpent did not speak, but the message was clear: everything is one continuous loop. The end is always tied to the beginning, and the path is not linear, but cyclical.
Joe realized that the Ouroboros wasn’t just a symbol of eternity, but of self-renewal. It devoured itself to be reborn. It consumed its own past to create its future. In that moment, Joe understood the connection between Quetzalcoatl and the Ouroboros. Both were manifestations of the same truth—transformation through destruction, and renewal through decay.
But the Ouroboros went even deeper, pulling Joe into the realm of Quantum Consciousness. Here, there were no clear boundaries, no simple opposites. The Ouroboros showed Joe that he existed in many forms, across many realities, and that all these versions of himself were feeding into one another—each choice, each moment, collapsing into new timelines. The serpent was the web of existence itself, consuming and creating in one eternal act.
The Awakening
Joe woke up in a sweat, his heart pounding, but his mind clear. The dreams had given him something he hadn’t expected—the key to his own archetypes. He sat up, rubbing his face, and let the revelations settle in.
Quetzalcoatl and the Ouroboros weren’t just separate myths—they were deeply connected, two expressions of the same cosmic truth. The Feathered Serpent and the self-consuming Ouroboros were symbols of cyclical time, duality, and transformation. They both embodied the cycles that Joe had been trying to understand in his work—creation, destruction, renewal.
Quetzalcoatl had shown him the beauty of duality, of integrating opposites, while the Ouroboros had revealed the infinite nature of existence, the endless loop of time that transcended the linear path Joe had been conditioned to believe in.
Both serpents were within him, just as they were within everyone. The cycles of destruction and creation weren’t external forces—they were happening inside, in the form of self-renewal, self-consumption, and transformation. Joe realized that his life, his work, his relationships—all were part of the same eternal cycle. And instead of resisting the destruction, he needed to embrace it.
Destruction wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.
Joe’s Manifesto of Cycles
The next morning, Joe began to write, his pen moving furiously across the page as the ideas poured out of him. He wrote about the Internal Spark, the Heart Vortex, and Quantum Consciousness, but this time he understood them differently. They weren’t just concepts—they were cycles, eternal loops of creation and destruction, much like Quetzalcoatl and the Ouroboros.
The Internal Spark was the seed of creation, the divine essence within each person, but like the Ouroboros, it required self-consumption to grow. Every act of growth required burning away the old, letting go of what no longer served.
The Heart Vortex was the meeting place of opposites—love and pain, joy and sorrow, creation and destruction. Like Quetzalcoatl, it united the earthly and the divine, the material and the spiritual.
Quantum Consciousness was the realization that these cycles were infinite. The Ouroboros consuming itself was a metaphor for the collapse of possibilities into reality, and then back into infinite potential. We are all living many lives at once, all connected through time and space.
Joe finished his manifesto, closing with a simple truth: We are all both Quetzalcoatl and the Ouroboros. We are creators and destroyers, constantly cycling through our own transformations. The path isn’t about avoiding destruction, but embracing it as part of the eternal cycle of renewal.
Joe smiled to himself, feeling a sense of clarity he hadn’t felt in years. The dreams had shown him the way forward—not just for himself, but for the Cult of the Smos. It wasn’t about resisting the cycles, but about learning to flow with them, to embrace the destruction as a necessary step toward rebirth.
And in that moment, Joe knew his next move. It was time to bring the Smos into the next phase of their evolution—an evolution that embraced the wisdom of Quetzalcoatl and the Ouroboros, an evolution that embraced the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
The serpents had spoken, and Joe was ready.
