The Way of Dragons

If we were to exercise all the abilities that we currently possess, we would come no nearer inconscious understanding of our true aptitude than as if we had just been created and given a name.It all begins with a name … of course. A basis on which we can fashion this creation that you wish to become. Let me tell you that this placing of life into form does not happen in an instant, it takestimeliness and skill to bring you alive in the way that you want to live. It is a crafting of thepreciousness from which we are all made, and I cannot speak fairer than that of what is possible for you.Let us not wonder too much at this stage over what will be … over who you will be. Just give yourself a name – a fine name – that will endure through your creation and we will apply our magicto this physicality that you will claim mastery of for yourself.Be patient. Be assured. There is a way of retaining consciousness as you pass through the portals of creation. Just remember that you are of the dragon line and one of us.[from the introduction to “

The Creating of Life

” – source unknown]he words seem to scroll themselves before my eyes. The curling of the script is fascinating,for I can see no hand to hold a pen or conjure the lettering. The letters just formthemselves on the virgin white paper and I am mesmerised, unable to take my gaze away,even when there is noisy shouting beyond the range of my seeing. I cannot say how I know thesethings, but it seems natural that I have mastery over this joy, this capability, both to see and hear.

A particularly beautiful flourish of

CAPITAL LETTERS

is arrested in its flow. I wait. Patiently. Butthe intricate scrollery does not continue, so I raise my head above the line of paper and gaze intothe space where noise comes in waves.My eyes find an outline of something that is neither paper nor words. As my sight drifts over thisnew terrain eventually I perceive the features of a face, strangely familiar, but whose owner I do notrecognise. I look with wonder and feel that there should be a question I should ask. But there isonly blankness in me.“Excuse me Sir,” the face opens itself to further possibilities of communication, “but we have a visitor.” Ah, the wonder of this new sensation. I have been spoken to, therefore I exist. Immediately I amaware of many thoughts and pulls on my energy. As I watch, the face changes its shape … there is asmile on it and I have a subtle feeling of being gifted with light. Light – is one of the sensations Ican remember from before. Before, I wonder, what is before? Keep focused, a thought says to me, we will answer that question in more detail at a later moment.So LIGHT is important. The light in the face reassures me somehow that all is well, and it jogs my memory that I too have a face, and that quite likely my face is also filled with light.I wonder at the sounds and then the meaning behind the sounds. I have been spoken to and doesthat not require an answer? Should I know what to say in reply?

We have a visitor.

I replay thatthought over and over to see if there is a special meaning in it. But I have to capitulate and allow that a knowing will gradually take place.