The Awakening Dragon
…might just be a river of fire and light. Grace as a cosmic candle.
Things begin to speed up this week, however quietly. Kundalini rises, Quetzalcoatl opens an eye to volcanic stirrings, images of old reptilian horrors move through our fields in order to release. Have we become more comfortable sitting with these purgatorial images, neither shaking nor stirring, observing while they shift around us? When eruptions occur, does a mountain lose its peace?
Look for the changes on the inner planes, in the inner landscape. For the past few days, inner fire has begun to move like molten lava. It might be all too easy to buy into remnants of story that ignite and inflame and create more of same. As Gaia’s body quickens, so do ours. This can feel both energizing and exhausting.
There was a grand shift in energy overnight. What has been so infinitely fragmented begins to coalesce. These nano-nuggets of cohesion form fresh fractals of possibility within and, if we pay attention, without. This morning it is snowing. Lightly. Quietly. The kind of soft white misty coverage that makes one wonder if it will stick or melt away.
A friend sent me a photo off first snowdrops in full bloom yesterday. Brighid’s heralds, their heads, no longer bowed, hold Her promise of Spring. I miss the snowdrops on this side of the pond. I am always grateful for evidence of their continual reemergence. “Life goes on,” as the saying goes. It may help, as Earth’s transit intensifies, to remember this. Life knows what it is about.
The early hours of any morning, just prior to collective awakening, often hold purgatory imaging. Today’s montage held memories I had no idea my mind had kept in storage. Rather than parse out the parade, I watched, as still as possible, until, finally, one of the final, most terrifying images, shifted its energetics. The images had all been remnants of collective conditioning, each and every one. The mask of what might be called reptilian evil morphed into that of a golden dragon.
The Pacific Rim is in motion. Let’s not pretend otherwise. Science has finally admitted to the magmatic pools and flows animating the various eruptions, around the Pacific Ocean and worldwide. “Could they be related?” has become, “Of course they are. Here are the deep laser findings as to how.” If dragons guard the portals between worlds, what is giving way? Is it a changing of the guard, or something altogether more amazing?
The wood element of the departing cycle provides fuel to the fire element of what now emerges. Magmatic elementals, pristine in their nature, carry the seeds of all new life. Perhaps it is time to remember our Starstream embodiment and allow the elementals within our bodies to sprout anew.
Remember that the real Essence of dragon rises from within. Full cellular embodiment rages quietly, until it can hide no more. There will be temptation to roar. When Source commandeers the voice, relax and let go. She knows how best to flow.
Remember the wisdom of the snowdrop, whose emergence with humble attitude and bowed head, greets the light with quiet reverence. May all two-leggeds remember this Grace, as Gaia changes her clothes. The more I hear of reactivity to these wardrobe changes, “Humans are shocked…humans are fleeing…” the more I remember. “Humans expect revelations and to somehow be saved…” Do we need saving from She Who Created us All? The revelations are upon us.
The fear-based stuff? … This morning it snows. Raven and rabbit hunkered down, each embraced by a separate tree, enjoying the blanketing of the elements. Might we choose to do the same?
image courtesy of C. MacQueen
May we remember the essence of reverence incarnate. Blessed Be.
