Dragon Soul Travelling The Great Above

Ever since I was much younger, I have always been fascinated by outer space. The seemingly illimitable vastness of what we call "The Universe" and the endless stream of possibilities held within and without have always intrigued me. There is so much to think about when it comes to outer space and I never get sick of it. Whether my thoughts enter black holes, follow comets along their immense orbital trails or even just sitting still in the deepest quadrant of the coldest and emptiest region of the cosmos, I always derive a flood of calm and awe mixed together.

Whenever I have a personal encounter with The Great Above, I always feel a sense of connectedness with everything that is so insanely distant. It is this distance, between myself and everything out there, that whispers amazement and worship into my inner flame. My experience from this morning was one of those moments where I just have to bask in the beauty and perfection of the cosmic realm.

I had set my alarm clock to go off at 4:55AM - my usual start time for any given work-day. Interestingly enough and for some perfectly grand reason, this little, machine-friend of mine decided to go off ten minutes later than I had set him for. He had never done this before and yet I did not find his behaviour odd in the slightest. I simply didn't question it. Why would I? I'm the kind of person to let my friends/helpers be who they are and do what they need to when they need to.

Anyway...I got up, took a piss, gathered my lunch, coat, etc and headed out the door. Today I didn't bother warming up the Jeep for a little bit before leaving - which I normally do in cold weather like this. I glanced at Moon before getting into my vehicle and then started off on my way to work.

About ten minutes into my drive, I came to a slightly wooded area that I always drive through on my way to the farm. My focus was suddenly disturbed. My vision whipped up and locked onto a Meteor or "shooting star" brimming Earth's atmosphere. I knew right away that this was unlike any other meteor that I had ever seen skidding across the planet's barrier.

My eyes soaked up every detail of this divine moment. The teal trail that the Meteor left behind was the first thing I registered. Then I noticed the standard, white-coloured head which began dropping yellow sparks just before vanishing from sight - to once more hurl through the vastness of space with mind-boggling speed. The angle of entry was straight across (from right to left) with a very slight curve. I could feel the height where this event had just transpired. It was like sitting up in the shadows to watch a being slice through an invisible shield and become engulfed in flames for a very brief period of time.

This, of course, brought my thoughts to where the Meteor had come from and where he was now heading to. A familiar vibration merging with my mind for a split instant before moving onward with his great quest through the still, cold silence. Within that moment, I received shared information, knowledge and blessings. Meteor Flame-luck of a traveller now dwelling within my energetic core. Reserved for a needed moment within my own life.

Then my thoughts turned to how all the actions of my life had brought me to that particular point in "space" and "time" - the systematic perfection that placed me there to witness such a sight and how he too, the Meteor, had been travelling for eons upon eons to reveal himself to me for that period of two seconds...

I am simply astounded and need not say more...

Wind and Moon Worship pt.2 - Memories

It never ceases to amaze me how being in the "same" spot will always produce a different experience. Wind had gained four-fold strength and the ever-green trees around me were bending so much greater than before. Most creatures seem to bow to Wind when he speaks so intently. The sound of the mighty gust ripping through the tiny, green needles put me in awe. At this point, Moon had shed his golden coat and adorned an equally beautiful coating of pure silver light - which lit up all within his full gaze.

Being in this sacred space brought a flood of various memories to mind...

Being at the top of The Corner Tree with Darren and looking out over Spongy Lake. Hearing a solitary Crow speaking through the steady breeze that day in another winter. A small camp had been set up at the base of the tree. A fire-pit and some bench-like logs created a very enjoyable resting juncture between two different worlds. Like a bridge connecting two vastly different lands. This resting area served as a gateway from the world of Earth and walking to the world of climbing and Air. Trusting in the limbs of a tree to guide us upwards to the safe haven above. During one of my climbs up this particular tree, I tied a small, clay bell(from Peru) (with a spiral painted in white) to a tiny branch. I look forward to making my next climb to see it still blowing gently in an afternoon breeze or perhaps being pushed about roughly by the gust of a stormy day.

Another memory linked me to dwell on when the last time was that I experienced such intense Wind. I believe it was this past summer. Darren and I were in one of the Cherry trees between his parent's home and the forest. We were gorging and basking in the powerful energy blowing all around us. We communicated by yelling and even that volume could barely be heard. Woflgang was driving his tractor around below us and was also yelling to ask what we were doing. Darren told him that we were playing. Afterwards, him and I joked about the scenario where Wolfgang is like "What? Ass-pirates?" and then starts coming up towards us - meanwhile, Darren and I are like What? Nooo stay down there! hehehe good times.

Another thing that helped such a link to these memories(and others) was the ever-present Baden Tower. Standing straight with lights flashing as always. Linking my parent's backyard to the entire realm that is Darren's parent's land and the portion of my life that has been spent there. Land, memories and experiences that I will forever worship for the enrichment and blessings which they bestowed upon me as an individual - caught in a web of excitement and adventure which continues to blossom within even now.

Then I heard the Wind-chimes which hang in a tree down the hill. Chimes from my grandmother on my mother's side - which she obtained after my grandparents transitioned. Yet another flood of memories. Visions of the deck overlooking the backyard. The Birch Trees and lawnmower, the properties beside their house, the t.v. den, living room, the basement with the old exercise bike and the area at the back that was divided by a blanket hanging on a line. All sorts of family gatherings, etc.

Words do only as much as they can - to express how divine my nature-experienes are. How often do people spend five minutes soaking up healing energy that is all around? I have a feeling not many people are even aware that it is there. When I stand up in a tree(for instance) and open my energy-collectors, I can feel my physical form replenishing energy-stores immediately. This always brings me to a place of worship and thankfulness.

Wind and Moon striking to my core. Rejuvenation.

Wind and Moon Worship pt.1

I am drawn outside to enter the flow of energy that tears over the land. Wind carves a vicious path through the trees. I climb a Maple who I have been familiar with for many many years. I come to rest at his top. The branches shake and bend under the immense assault that whips by me effortlessly. I dwell on how strong these beings of the surface world are, how powerful their roots hold and how much they have grown in the last decade.

The Moon rides high within the depths of the night. He is gold and mellow. I gaze straight up at the stars and feel such a tremendous cascade of calm and astonishment at the seemingly illimitable distance between them and myself. While looking at small clusters of stars, more of the celestial bodies begin to appear once my focus narrows on any given quadrant.

I turn to face Wind. He cuts deeply through my clothes and with great ease. It is cold and refreshingly pleasant. Perfect. I descend with the intention of coming out again after a short recess.