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Talking with Spiders

People rarely believe this story, but every word of it is true.

For many years, since childhood, I had a phobia about spiders. My arachnid fears were so pronounced that I struggled to be in the same room as I spider if I knew it was there.

One night, I met a Native American woman called Wynd. She told me that spiders weaved the language of life and were potent symbols for communication. She said that all I needed to do was talk to spiders and they would listen.

Sometimes the universe has a remarkable sense of humour. At the time, I was living in a converted cow-shed that attracted all sorts of creatures.

On the same night that Wynd spoke of spider medicine, I returned home to discover an enormous huntsman on the wall above my bed. With no one to remove the creature, I had no option but to follow Wynd’s advice. “OK”, I said to the spider, “You can stay in here if you wish but on one condition: Please stay as far away from my bed as possible, preferably in some part of the cow-shed that I rarely use.” I stared at the spider. “OK?” With that, I made myself a cup of tea in the make-shift kitchen outside.

When I returned, the spider had moved from above my bed. Over the next thirty minutes, it steadily made its way down the side of the studio, all the way to the back of the room. It settled in the crook of a window that did not open. And there it stayed.

Within a week or so, the spider had built an egg sac the size of a fist. I spoke again to the spider. “Please make sure all the little spiders stay out of my way”, I said.

Sometime later, I inspected the window jam. The egg sac had broken open and the mother spider and her babies were gone.

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