There are several kinds of dragons. First, two kinds of animals, from Eden or from Hell. And then this other dragon, no less formidable: the inner dragon. We all have within us, deep down, a princess at the top of her tower, guarded day and night by a terrible dragon.
The knight that we are, all men, each of all, must get rid of the monster.
He must deceive her vigilance to get to his queen of hearts.
All women, you are that lady.
Supposedly having disappeared with the Mesozoic, dragons have survived to our days. We found, in the Atacama Desert in Chile, a skeleton of an ichthyosaur dated back to …2 small millennia! It is supposed to have disappeared millions of years ago. Without an answer, specialists look elsewhere.
For me, the ichthyosaur was a flying animal. The tyrannosaurus too. The fact that no trace of their wings has been found proves nothing.
“How!! It’s enough!”
Specialists get angry. In chorus, they object to me that if some wing bones may be cartilaginous and have disappeared without leaving a trace on the skeletons in possession of science and museums, the presence of wings modifies the spine and shoulder blades.
All this is well known, very easily verifiable.
Don’t think I’m being absurd. If all regions of the globe have mythological legends about dragons, we must believe them. Who told you, gentlemen of science, that dragons needed wings to fly?
Before my eyes, 25 scientists are collapsing, victims of massive strokes. They are fragile. Moved by pity, I stop. I spare these little beings.
In the Christian tradition, two illustrious characters have managed to master the dragon of the ego: the archangel Michael and Saint George. But they did not behave in the same way, because an archangel can do things beyond the reach of a human. While Michael kills the dragon, George does not have this power. He simply has to keep it at bay with his spear. If he loses his vigilance, the dragon soars. While Michel is forever calm: a dead dragon does not rise.
Or in another life, another world where he is someone else. A saint? A perfect being that the dragons pursue, who knows?
Do we really know what’s going on
It might well be this very soon
That they will put the coat
On my face
(Louis Aragon)
“Where is he who IS? Where is he who says, “I am the I AM”? Where is the Living, the sacred principle of all life?” Here is the holy question that the archangel She+He received for mission to ask each living being. First, she/he thought it was a joke… Some kind of hazing, you know?
Beginner in the trade, She-He distrusts hazing, it’s human. It’s angelic too. Our young double archangel of an archangel. I call her She-He because of this double sex. She-He because I cannot reveal her-his real name.
She-He wears a beautiful uniform, a long blue-night shirt where stars sparkle. She-He loves this unif. Her-his job? Spread the good word, that of the Eternal. And give notes to the planets. She-He adores this profession which he does not yet know. The archangel is very young, almost a child: only two fractions of eternity. For an archangel, it is very young. But it’s still two billion earth years. And wheelbarrows. Here, the time seems much longer than there. In Alcor. On Ur, his home planet.
She-He has her outspokenness, but in her head and when there are no witnesses. Otherwise, motus and shut up. Her portable screen records everything. In spite of an anal reactor that bursts the fire, the trip is a bit long. She-He takes the opportunity to shout in silence. “The good word? What nonsense! Ask living beings if they know? Of course they know. When you’re dead, it’s different. You realize that. I ask it of the living! We think we’re dreaming. Maybe a bulldid. The new kid they’re testing.”
In the esoteric tradition, the dragon is the work of evil. It passes through us. Each one of us. We can’t help it, the act took place before we realized it, the word is said, the words are dropped, nothing to hide, everything is ruined. You have to know how to resist the dragon, but we don’t know if this dragon is bad or if it wants to help us. Is it a dragon from Hell or the dragon from Eden? You’ll tell me they don’t make much difference. Yes, they do, on the contrary. One descends from Eden, the other ascends from the underworld…
For East Asia, the Dragon is beneficial. In the Chinese zodiac, it is the dominant astral sign: the Dragon corresponds to the Lion in our zodiac. But if the Lion can devour us, the Oriental Dragon does nothing. He remains helpful and without malice.
This positive or negative image comes from the behavior of Westerners in relation to dragons. Hostility has dominated relations between them. While the Chinese, less emotional, admired their efficiency and their very superior knowledge. They had deaths, martyrs, it’s anecdotal for them. The price to pay. What matters is what they got out of it.
Westerners, on the other hand, have forgotten the benefits of this alliance. They have a short memory. For them, as soon as something goes wrong somewhere, it’s the fault of a dragon, a demon, an archon. All the diseases that fall on us come from them. I’m talking about ordinary people. For the awake, it’s different.
— When you’re awake, you never get sick?
Yes, but it’s very different. The slightest pain warns us and we immediately heal. What would have seized us before the awakening happens in two sneezes. We blow our noses and it’s enough. No more three days in bed, the five broken days. Either you get it straight and aren’t “sick” anymore, or you die. Or you regress. Goodbye awakening. It’s worse!
Disease is the status of the sleeping ones. They always have pain somewhere. Zombies, nothing alarms them. No signs strike them. They live without radar, as stupid as a mule or a goose. The domestic kind. For the wild goose is totally different…
— The burglars don’t go to bed. They watch out for signs. So? Are the burglars awake?
Not at all! The burglars are bastards who eat rats in their burgers. They sell rat meat in South America under the poultry label.
— Are you kidding?
In your opinion?
There is also the medieval version, a memory of a bygone era when dragons lived among us. They helped us sometimes, but could devour us if the desire took them.
The wandering prince wants to rescue the beautiful princess who is locked up at the top of the tower. To climb into the tower, he must get rid of the guardian. He is a formidable dragon. Twenty times larger than the knight and a hundred times stronger. With a single stroke of his tail zèbrant the air, he can cut you into rounds that he sends one after another to the galactic lost-and-found objects.
You don’t want to get them back. And to glue them back together, you need the magic of the guardian dragon who smirks and gives you the finger. You can clean yourself up. When you’re dead, it’s for a long time.
The Guardian for Steiner
The Guardian for Castaneda
The Inner Guardian
Science became a religion by loosing its conscience. It gets wrong and lies to us.
The magical sword of King Arthur contains in its name the key of its origin
The celestial androgynes created the human race. They are reptilian astronauts.
Thanks to Her, I’m growing at full speed. It’s confusing. But the evidence is bright.
Constantine sets up his capital in Byzantium, renamed Constantinople.
I had a conscious dream. In a white robe, I wandered around ancient Byzantium.