title: Serpent Brain: Transforming the Carnal Mind
author: John W. Lewis
description: John Lewis, his wife Zobia and son Zarius lives in the Southwest of USA. He is an internationally known speaker. He's traveled extensively throughout Europe, Asia, Africa, Latin America and North America conducting conferences, crusades and humanitarian works. He was called of God as a young man with a strong prophetic word to the nations. His call is simply to proclaim the good news of the kingdom of God and a loving Creator. His message assures us that the Father has provided salvation/enlightenment for all. His desire also is to make known the mysteries of God, in the light of present truth understanding. John has written a few other prophetic mystical books, "Secrets of the Cherubim - A Journey Into the Heavens," and "TribeOscope - Christian Alternative to Secular Astrology." God has blessed him with insight and revelation knowledge on biblical subjects not explored by most Christians. Through understanding symbolism, scripture numerology, ancient Middle Eastern customs and science he paints a clear picture that brings the Word alive. He also proves how true sciences only confirm God's Word. His passion is to bring the Body of Christ beyond the 4 spiritual laws and elementary teachings about Christ to a point of experiencing "daily fresh manna," "strong spiritual meat" and the supernatural that produces spiritual maturity.
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  **Mind-slave Of The Serpent Queen**
  
  Zelia lay on her side, coiled in a position no human could have emulated, her
  torso bent sharply backward so that her head was pillowed on one calf. She had
  a lean, muscled body that was soft and round in just the right places. Arvin
  noted that her scales gave way to a soft fuzz of red hair at her groin and
  that her breasts were smooth and pink, quite human in appearance. He found
  himself imagining what it would feel like to have Zelia’s body coiled around
  his—to feel the contrasting textures of rough, scaly skin and smooth
  breasts—then realized that Zelia had lifted her head to glance sleepily at
  him. Arvin, still on his knees, his head level with the ledge on which Zelia
  lay, dropped his gaze. He concentrated on the floor and waited for her to bid
  him to speak. The air seemed even hotter and drier than it had been a moment
  ago; Arvin found himself wetting his li