Rebirth 5

 

I don’t talk to angels. However I have been known to speak with dragons. And although they are very different creatures, they hold one thing in common: very powerful wings. Which means that like all winged creatures they are a symbol of spiritual messengers because they inhabit the realm between heaven and earth, carrying messages between those two very different locations.

I have written about the dragons many times. Have even been interviewed about them and my association with them. If you are curious, just type the word “dragon” in the search engine on this site or on my Soul’s Music site: https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

You can read that interview here: https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/08/blog-of-week-elizabeth-and-her-dragons.html#comment-form. Personally, I found the comments after the interview far more interesting than the interview itself. It was intriguing to realize how many individuals were curious about the subject matter.

However, that is not the topic I wish to discuss today. I have been talking to dragons for many years. I have come to believe they are the outcome of my own strange story. I was raised in a strict Catholic family and attended Parochial school for seven years. I heard a great deal about “guardian” angels. And, if I’m honest, wasn’t much interested in them. Figured that because of my messed up mind, I probably didn’t warrant one. Or, if one actually had been offered the job, he or she, probably left in haste after a few months of trying to “fix” me, to no avail.

That sort of changed in my early thirties when I tried to put on a practice of quiet meditation. It didn’t turn out to be quiet. I began to have spontaneous imagery encounters with wild creatures, beginning with a huge tiger who told me that his name was Pain. That story may be found here on this site and is listed under the title of “A Tiger Named Pain.” A few years later, I discovered that I had created a Personal Mythology. Whew!

But, it was still years later, after being involved in a Grammy Nomination that I began to teach and also began to have encounters with dragons. I really preferred them to the idea of guardian angels. Only realizing, much later, that the dragons were another form of the same.

While teaching, I did mention the dragons. And was asked, on occasion, if I could introduce certain individuals to their own dragons. I did that. And it was surprising to see the sheer exhilaration on their faces when they simply closed their eyes and were confronted by their dragon. I would immediately tell them to ask for the dragon’s name. Names are a form of definition.

Which brings me to my current topic. Last week, while searching through old files, I had an encounter with a very different dragon. Not different in appearance, although he was one of the most beautiful of his kind to appear to me. I followed my own rule, asking him for a name, and that’s when I got rocked back on my heels. He told me he couldn’t tell me his name, because he belonged to another individual. That shocked me. I have never had a dragon come to me that belonged to someone else. Actually, I didn’t think it was possible.

But, then he began to change, growing smaller and shabbier by the moment. But maintaining direct eye contact with me the entire time. He was shaking and appeared to be afraid. I have never encountered a dragon filled with fear. And I didn’t fully understand what he was there to tell me. He raised so many questions and left me with absolutely no answers. I was on my own as far as trying to figure it out.

I knew the individual because the dragon mentioned him by name. Two different avenues of thought had resulted. Was I in danger somehow, or was he? I did make an attempt to talk to the man, but he blew me off.

So, I’m here trying to write it all out and see if I can’t find some kind of solution. I haven’t, and may never do that. I simply have to accept that reality. But, that in itself is difficult, to say the least.

For me, writing has always been therapy. Writing and music. They go hand in hand. The song that opens this essay came to mind when all of this current experience happened. It is a definite favorite and has been for years because it reminds me of a certain chapter in my own story that has yet to be completed. It denotes a sense of rebirth. A new way of thinking and being in this present moment. We must accept that sometimes the answers simply might not come and find a way to continue without them. Find a path that doesn’t do harm to ourselves and others.

The pandemic and social distancing has created just such an experience for most, if not all of us. We have so few answers and the future is simply one big question mark. Do we lose ourselves in this new world without any real answers? We don’t have to. We can choose to simply learn how to live inside the moment instead of running away from it. Like the song says, “Don’t be afraid. Close your eyes.” Breathe in and out gently. “Lay it all down.” Then give yourself a treat and find a sunrise full of hope and new inspiration, right there inside of you. Stand still and let it reach out and surround you with its warmth and comfort.

Who knows? You might even see a dragon in that new light. If you do, tell him or her that Elizabeth says “Hi, and welcome.”

Elizabeth Crawford 8/10/2020

 

 

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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10 Responses to Rebirth 5

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    What an amazing encounter, Elizabeth. The dragon clearly had an important message for the man. It is a shame he was unwilling to hear you when you tried to relay it. The dragon’s fear worries me for the man’s well being. Your dragons are amazing. This was a wonderful read. This whole series is.

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    • 1sojournal says:

      Thank you, Sherry. Yes, it was amazing in so many different ways. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it. Writing so often simply clears my head and gives me more space to think instead of simply reacting. Just one of those amazing advantages to be found in any type of creative process.

      Elizabeth

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  2. ms pie says:

    opening a door one never knows who may come through…. closing the door no one ever comes… leaving a light on in the darkness is an open invitation… it is intriguing to consider meeting a stranger you knew all along….

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    • 1sojournal says:

      Thank you for your comment, ms pie. And what you say is true for all of us. I believe that Creativity, in any form, is a healing element built into the human experience. And yes, I believe that it opens the door and sheds light on the stranger we know as our own person. I kept a daily journal for almost forty years, and this space often turns into the same kind of experience. I seldom know exactly what I’m going to write. I simply begin and it works its own course. Writing is my way of keeping the light on and the door unlocked.

      Elizabeth

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  3. JC says:

    Whew! This was some heaving thinking and writing. I got completely lost in your words, and I will never, ever question the reality of dragons.

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    • 1sojournal says:

      Thank you JC. For taking the time to read and to comment. Have to admit that when I begin writing, I seldom have more than a vague idea of the subject. The writing often turns into me simply exploring my own thoughts and those that arise right along with the words. And, I will also admit that I am the one who is most surprised when it all comes together and makes sense. Personally, I love and thoroughly enjoy the dragons. Their perspective is always both a joy and a puzzle to unravel. Hope to see you again,

      Elizabeth

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  4. Totally engrossed in this, Elizabeth. I wanted it to go on and on.

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    • 1sojournal says:

      Where did you want it to go? If you have questions, I’m happy to respond if I know the answers, lol. These essays are meant to engender just such a response and I’d love to hear where the words took you. And to understand why they took you there. Questions are another avenue to rebirth and a new way of seeing and knowing. Ask away, please.

      Elizabeth

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      • I wanted to know the color of the dragons, and time of day or night they appeared. I don’t know if I would fear seeing something like that, but it sounds so powerful. I guess the story can go further as you continue to see them.

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  5. 1sojournal says:

    The dragons come in all different sizes and colors. Are you on Facebook? If you are, we could chat on Messenger and I’ll try to answer any questions you have. I’m listed under Elizabeth Crawford Katch.

    Elizabeth

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