Why “Blue Dragon Journal”?
I came up with this title through much inner reflection and meditation. Well, actually I came up with my blog’s title by remembering a story told to me by a friend and mentor, L—, a few years ago. I had scheduled a reading with L—-. The first thing she began to tell me was that I had been a dragon. At first I was both puzzled and confused. “A dragon, but that’s a beast.” I thought. Then she began to tell me about the Dragon culture.
We lived on a beautiful planet. Our race had no weapons, did not fight any wars and we traded with our galactic neighbors. Our people were highly talented artists and artisans and our work was highly prized by our trading partners. Ours was a highly cultured civilization. We had musicians, poets, healers, teachers and artists.
We were humanoid in that we walked upright and we could shape shift into a completely human body. We were beautiful with soft short colored fur covering most of our bodies. I was a blue dragon, like Saphira, from the novels of ___. Like other reptilian type life forms, we were born and raised up in “nests” having several nest mates as friends and relatives. Often we had more than one mate and were a highly sensuous people. As a culture, we were happy and content. And then we were invaded.
First, they came as potential trading partners, but then we slowly began to realize that the invaders meant to take over our world. Many of our people died in the first wars but not all. Still, change was inevitable. I died in the first wars and returned, incarnating as a young warrior dragon. Our people were resisting the invaders and had to learn the arts of war very quickly but not all of us were very wise to the ways of evil.
As a young, strong and very cocky female warrior, I was given leadership over a small number of scouts and assassins. We struck hard and fast and achieved many small victories for the dragons. Then disaster struck. My team was surrounded and all of us captured alive. We were vaguely aware of the consequences of being taken but had no idea as to the extent of the cruelty of our captors.
As the leader of the squad, I was forced to watch each of my team tortured before me. One of them was the embodiment of Laura, my sister dragon, a nest mate. It was more torture for me to watch what was happening to them, especially Laura. In those long moments, I began to internalize feelings of guilt for having made the mistake of being captured.
L—- died. Then it was my turn. I will not go into details about how we were tortured, but it was vicious. After being physically assaulted and raped in every orifice, my dragon skin was stripped from my body, bit by bit and replaced by the reptilian skin of the interlopers.
Yes, they were reptilians, but so diametrically opposed to us in vibration as to cause pain when we came into physical contact with them. Imagine then how it felt to have my own skin replaced with the foreign material of the others. Screaming in pain, I went crazy and beat my head against the metallic walls of my cell, finally bleeding to death.
My next adventure was on the same planet, but as a dragon rider, not a dragon. Laura did not go into as much detail about this particular life, but I thought it interesting as I loved the books related to dragon riders.
L—- did go on to tell me that the invaders made very sure to completely eradicate every vestige of the Dragon culture. It was as if they did not desire there to be any reminder that a dragon race had existed in a peaceful manner. It was like we, the Dragon peoples, were an affront to their negatively charged reptilian minds and egos.
I had many more readings from L—-, but do not presently remember any of the stories. Since then, I have had some readings from other people and have learned, bit by bit, more of my own story.