Category: Myths & Legends

If it was to be the light or the dark, she preferred no court at all.

For both of them were jaded, and she did not want to fall.

On his death bed, he finally summoned her, after not speaking with her for decades.

“Do you now see why I denied you?” he inquired, gesturing at his declined state. ” I wanted you to live your life free of me – free from this – unhindered and happy.”

“I regret nothing,” she replied. “Except every minute lost that I could have spent with you.”

There once was Scottish king who married a Pictish princess to bring peace between their lands.

But this king soon chose to throw away the olden ways and embraced the growing powers of Patriarchy – casting aside affections for his wife and eventually banishing her from his kingdom.

As their son grew to manhood, he formed his own tribe, breaking off from his father’s ways and attempting to usher in a new age where the best of both philosophies helped people to live in unity.

He had sought out his mother and found that she was not the witch his relatives had claimed her to be and saw the usefulness and beauty of balancing nature with technology for a more balanced synergy.

In time, he fell in love with a strong-willed woman who shared these ideals and they created a society that was flourishing in balanced symmetry and inclusivity.

However, the angry tide of greed’s violence toward all gentle things not conforming and paying found them and crushed their people in an onslaught of murder and trampling.

The mother saw the wave as it came and her soul cried out for being unable to save anything. But most of all, she cried for her son and his newly found bride having their love taken from them so brutally.

Before she died, she imprinted the story in deep cellular memory so that truth of what happened could someday be accessed by future humanity.

Centuries later, a young woman had a dream about her future child to be born having the same name as the son. She felt what that mother had felt and that she was somehow her reincarnation reborn in time to repair the lines that were broken.

She knew that her child’s soul was the reincarnation of this prince, and that when he later met a certain girl whom he fell in love with, theirs was the love shared that had once been taken.

Staying just out of sight, we hide in the light: compelled to stay, but we’ll never betray our duty.

It was a time when she would get to do what she came here to do.

It was why when she sometimes laughed, it shared the frequency as that of a dolphin’s.

She had once had a dream she was standing on a Mediterranean peninsula in the future, and as dolphins arrived in numbers to greet the human world, she could feel in her mind they were revealing secrets of a Great Truth.

The resurgence of knowledge once suppressed by tyrants, this lie controlled by ignorance that we have been forced to adhere to – all of it was rendered obsolete in an instant as the light of comprehension restored our far-seeing vision.

Down through the centuries, I feel tied to origins from other lands far, far away before rebirth in this America.

A happy chur-humming thrummed in her mind connected to heart, senses, and spirit as she breathed in the fragrant deliciousness of violet petunias, miniature fuscia, pink-bespeckled dianthus, and four types of miniature tomato plant brushings of cherry red, gold, yellow pear drops, and chocolate warmly infusing the cab of her car.

How small we all once began: with awe and reverence.

Some of us were sent to bear witness – yet got dragged into the experience.

They are dragon bellows
Capable of fueling fires

That ignite Truth’s liberty
So that all may envision

Our souls’ reclamation
Of this world’s sanctity.

Life is a Gift.

Invest in it Wisely.

“They tell us that it is the material plane which only matters, while they drain the life from it as bleed beauty’s salvation – conscripting us to mortal lives of endentured slavery.

But we were born for more in this union between soul and body. Do Not Kneel in your mind’s forced subjugation – but Fight! Fight! Fight! to reclaim this life’s Redemption!”

Who she was was so much more than she understood or had yet explored.

When her eldest was pushed to the brink,
The only way she knew to save them was
To give them the gift of fire through pain.

“Fight! Fight!” – and anger arose to claim.
As she sacrificed their trust to give power,
She became the target deserving of blame.

Once sensuously-large, open and wondering Persian eyes now retract into an elvin face, heavy lids guarding a dragon’s ignited spirit learning to manifest from within without compromise.

Ah! What a glorious time where one can design their own fate, and rule beyond the walls of any castle!

In her rage at pain’s transgressions,
The dragon launched, wings open –
Hurtling her body into the galaxy.

Chrysoprase means ‘golden leek’ in Greek antiquity. Its colors are apple green, light green and vibrant green.

A gem often used for its many virtues, chrysoprase stone is considered a love stone and is associated with the heart chakra. It is a natural remedy against insomnia and was used to detect poison, making this a very versatile stone. 

It is one of the most ancient semi-precious stones used by man throughout history and is well-known for its psychological and physical virtues. Indeed, many studies have demonstrated that ancient peoples such as the Greeks, Romans or Egyptians made daily use of it: for example, in the crafting of seals or jewels, but also of many other objects, whether for its beneficial or simply aesthetic virtues.

Traces of this can be found in the various historical accounts that remain, regardless of how ancient they may be: not only do we find a description of chrysoprase in the work ‘Natural History’ by Pliny the Elder (23–79 AD), famous Roman writer and naturalist, it more importantly features in a Bible passage which describes the city of New Jerusalem in detail: its streets, its houses and its public buildings. Its traces are found in the foundation of the city walls which is made of many precious stones.

Albertus Magnus wrote that the legendary Alexander the Great (356 BC – 323 BC), King of Macedonia and Greek conqueror, always wore one in his belt whilst in battle, evidently for good fortune and military victory. He believed that it fostered wisdom and helped him to make the right decisions during important strategic campaigns.

This until the day when, wanting to cross a river, a snake suddenly appeared and bit Alexander’s saddle: in the midst of the action, the indispensable amulet fell in the water. One can predict the rest of the story: the unfortunate encounter was a bad omen for him, who, unable to find the stone despite his searching, could never win a single battle again…

Much later, in the Middle Ages, it was believed to possess powers of invisibility: for this, it had to be held in the mouth. Others saw it as a stone which could detect poison. For example, if the stone turned colourless, it would indicate the presence of poison not far from oneself. It was also common knowledge that the famous green stone had the power to relieve certain ailments such as gout.

Of course, Alexander the Great was not the only one with a special interest in chrysoprase stone: Frederick II of Prussia adored it so much that he wanted to use it for the decoration of his palace; no doubt the semi-precious stone must have conformed well to the aesthetic codes of his time, as even parts of his furniture were embellished with chrysoprase.

Throughout each period of history, it found very specific uses: in antiquity, the Middle Ages, and also during the Victorian era! During the latter period, it was worn on many necks and fingers, i.e. for cameos, intaglios, beads or cabochons!

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While it was easy to bash her own head against the rocks, pulverizing mass in an attempt to reset the damage done to her mind – or to descend from the mountains and breathe fire’s justice, decimating human kind – it was better to foster the seeds of life’s purity by sharing wild magic with those who could see and absorb it.

It was meaningful at the time to consider emblazing a dragon on my back to protect me, but now it is so much better to become the dragon…

When the man left the woman and their family, how it felt could not be described by journaling or voicing.

It had all been a waste of precious time to try, so instead, she converted to snippets of moments – descriptions of essence.

Included was a picture she drew as a future prospective tatoo to go up her left thoracic spine to over the top of her left shoulder blade.

Guarding the posterior approach to her heart would be the image of a dragon crawling over it to protect while looking backward over its own left shoulder at anyone encroaching.

It did not help that she was born to a queen who did not believe in dragons.

The dragon inside hates feeling confined as if trapped within a prison.

It keeps bellowing in my mind while throwing its weight against internal barriers.

It has learned to stop flapping its wings so they no longer shred against caverns.

But, the fire of intention gathers for blasting my way through these chambers.

I see her/it when I look at myself at night as I pass a downtown window.

I am holding myself to societal standards and constantly rejecting my visage.

But, my youngling told me that I am not of this world: I am an elven dragon queen.

This explains so much, and gives me a sense of alternative belonging.

Crooning to herself – her face no longer so long – she begins fashioning reality into dreams she’s had, all along.

The she-dragon suddenly bamphed from a darker dimension into the heavy liquid pool of crystaline waters, wings beating in panic as she fought to emerge onto the nearby soft, grassy bank.

Disoriented senses adjusted as she took in gasping lungfuls of purified air currents, untainted by the rot of lies and sulpher.

Eyes whirled dimensional colors, shifting to focus – fighting to not reject what they were shown.

Truth penetrated mind’s resistance, soothing the madness in her mind from long-suffered abuses.

She was no longer held captive, and the spell was broken.

Her body shuddered and then collapsed onto solid ground, before she lost consciousness from exhaustion.