What is Forever Love?

Old friends, new ways, every incarnation holds fresh fractals of observation within Unity.

What does that have to do with “forever love?” I’ll bet your mind had already framed that term, hadn’t it?

And what does that have to do with dragons? What if these magnificent beings are an emanation of the One Principle of ever-morphing, ever-flowing, love? What if they embody true lines of connectivity that join and hold continuity of place? But then we all are, really, so perhaps this is one more ‘thing’ that goes without saying.

As my Latina friends say, “Cosa, cosa, cosa…” pointing to all and sundry. Yes. All things are… things… except that they are not. Each and every ‘thing’ we have so labeled vibrates with a signature of its own and one within the waves. But I digress.

What happens when we witness magic? We tap into that fully alive, omnipresent, part of ourselves.

Yesterday I visited a spot wherein lives a dragon. No, this is not a “Once Upon a Time” story, this is real {as are so many of those}. As real as anything ever becomes on this world. When I first drove past the site, on my way from a seemingly endless journey, I felt things had changed. Sleeping? No. Something else. Something new.

My ‘collective-conditioned’ consciousness piped up with, “oh, she’s gone!” and was prepared to be disappointed. I did not allow this to be so. I chose, instead, to wait and see.

I have tapped in to her resting place a few times since, only to surmise she was sleeping, gifting me with a lazy twitch of a surreptitious eyelid to so indicate, and to show me I was being messed with. Dragons are nothing if not hilariously funny, with wicked senses of humour. And so I chose to wait and see.

Yesterday threatened storms… again… though their timing has been impeccable. So I breakfasted, had a lie down, as I had not slept much the night before, and was roused by Source’s version of “up you get!” early in the afternoon. Five minutes after, the housekeeping staff arrived at my door. I love, adore, and am absolutely smitten with living by Source’s impulsing. I highly recommend it. ;)

So I chatted with the youngsters as they freshened my room, then prepared to go out. Out? Where? What is our adventure du jour? Not far, it seemed, though I did grab my wet kit. Just in case, of course. One never knows hereabouts. Or any-abouts with the world as it seems to be. More on that another day.

My mind thought it would be good to do an errand that has been lurking about. Or not. The corvids had other ideas. As I approached the site where my dragon friend lies “sleeping,” three ravens flew across the road, heading for the car park that lives there. Unfailing guides, these messengers, so I felt into the energies and my car made the turnoff, almost on its own initiative. “Thanks,” I whispered to my friends, the birds. “We love it when you listen,” they sent back, flying off to onward adventures.

On my first visit to this site, the dragon lay dreaming. Reluctant to awaken her, I simply sat with her energies, until it was time to leave. As I wandered across climts and grikes toward the car, she stirred a bit. “Did you have a question?” she sighed. “The magicks are not dormant, here…” I began, “but…” Then, she finished for me. “I will awaken when the magick returns." Surmising that it would do, at some point, hopefully in this lifetime, I grinned as I trudged toward the car. Odd, though, as the place fairly hummed with magick. She must mean something different, I thought, then got behind the wheel, which took up my attention.

On my next, and a few subsequent visits, the dragon was awake, which I took as a good sign where magick is concerned. Each time, she chose to goof on the tourists pervading her territory, allowing my body time to absorb what was needed through the relaxation of laughter.

I observed, giggling, as a wide-eyed little boy watched her juggle what first appeared as colored balls, then as large boulders. The boy’s parents tried to pull him away, but rooted he stood, open-mouthed, then laughing out loud, until the show was over. Isn’t it wondrous how children so easily see what we have forgotten to notice?

One the child left, the dragon resorted to further game-playing. She popped up behind a very serious young man, whispering something like “Boo!” in his ear as he adjusted his camera lens. He jumped about a foot, looking around wildly for the source of his startle, knocking over his tripod in the process. At this point, I was laughing out loud, albeit behind my glove. “Wouldn’t want to offend the muggles,” I thought, as the dragon lazily commented, “Oh, why not?”

Yesterday, with heavy weather closing in, I was one of only several people in the area, and they were headed for the shelter of their vehicles. The clouds said I had a few minutes…and I so drawn by the land I hardly noticed. As I approached the main part of the site, the last two visitors hurried out past me. I was alone on sacred ground. I didn’t know whether to kneel or jump for joy, such was the rapture. “Don’t be silly” came a different sort of guidance, resounding through the land and my heart.

This particular dragon has enjoyed showing up to my sight as a bit silly, bottle green like Dino from the Flintstones, or Elliot from the film Pete’s Dragon. Sometimes she has even sported colorful scarves.

This. Was. Different.

What appeared to my inner and outer vision was glowing gold-white radiance, in the form of a massively regal Presence. I gasped at her loveliness, even as my mind tried to invent a label. “The Matriarch dragon?” mind wondered. What I heard was laughter. Deep, growling, glowing laughter, cosmically enfolding the Earth in its scope.

As this Presence began to take shape in my mind, it became a glowing dragon, long and sinewy in form, as are those who guard the ways between realities. Static, at first, as though to give my mind a good photo op, She then began to move, encircling the site, faster and faster until her form blurred and the entire area lifted. off.

“Oh!” I could only gasp, tears forming in m eyes. “Is this not what you came for?”She whispered through the wind. “Or is it?”

As if from a long way off, I could see the unique limestone configurations beneath my feet. I knew there was something… then my body remembered. Lifting both hands in front of me, I stretched out with my awareness, loosing Her floodwaters of light. “This is the change,” She murmured, deftly guiding newly-released frequencies into place.

I stood there quite awhile, or so it seemed. When the flow evened out, integrating through me, doing what needed done, I stumbled a few steps across the uneven terrain to a rock perfect for sitting. Its surface was cold under my bum, which brought me more deeply into my body.

At moments like these, I am wont to quote a line spoken by ‘White Willow’ from the final episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. “That was nifty!” Words which are, of course, laughably inadequate to the occasion.

As soon as I could stand without stumbling, I heard the message, “Go now.” I know not who or what delivered the message, but as I gazed around me, I noticed heavily laden storm clouds bearing down on my location. An orange glow beneath them spoke of sunset not far behind.

“Mm,” I nodded, as I allowed the land to navigate my body towards the car park. An old part of me would have wanted to stay, hoovering up every last bit of “juice” and likely overwhelming my physical circuitry in the process. “Don’t burn yourself out!” was some of the best advice my mystery school Teacher ever gave. I now know, of course, that Source guides all things and, as the Source Essence within me, will never let my body come to harm, as long as I do not interfere. Cosmic circuit breakers, and all that. Then again, there is such a thing as etiquette. And, so, I left, as was commanded.

Rather than fear the darkening skies, I observed my feet take the longer path that circumnavigates a hillside separating the sacred site from its designated car park; a car park that was now empty except for my vehicle. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, reveling a bit in occupying that spot as Navigatrix of “my own life,” thank you very much, I had to shake my head. Silly little one. No need for that, now. Relax into the Love that you are.

“Whose Life?” the dragon’s head appeared before me, gargantuan and poised to swallow. We had a good laugh at that one, sharing the JOY.

I drove back to my residence filled to overflowing with it. And, as Source’s timing is always impeccable, the first drops of rain began to pelt down as I parked and entered the building. '“Holy water,” I whispered. “Bless your daughter.”

As I ducked indoors, it began to pour.

~ I have had no “plan,” to write or not to write, during my quiet time. Days and times of regular postings have somewhat flown.

I write this, today, in celebration of the return of the magick and The JOY…