Muffin and the Iberian Dragon

Muffin fell to Earth in the wave of the Summer Solstice 2024.  We found Maia guarding her on the lower terrace.  Maia doesn’t guard birds for their protection, but Muffin wasn’t moving and that saved her life.

Muffin is a spirit bird, an emissary of the Great Mother, delicately poised between the visible and invisible realms.  She was so tiny and fragile.  I had to stroke her throat to help her swallow.  Her right eye was closed and her legs and feet not properly formed.  Her left leg was a thin little white stick, with a knotted claw at the end.  I knew she had a message to share and I felt honoured by her presence.

Leading up to her arrival, I’d become increasingly aware of the original pure human source codes streaming from the Galactic Centre.  These source codes enable the human to co-create itself in whatever world it lands in, using whatever is available.  Here, we created the DNA medium with the Earth to form all biological life.  Our common DNA functions as a fractal antenna that enables us to build and maintain our physical bodies and interact with all other life forms.

In the awareness of our original source codes, I instructed myself to transmit through my DNA to Muffin.  As I watched, her right eye opened and her claw uncurled.  Colour returned to her leg and she was able to move it and draw it in.  The original human source codes transmit information via our DNA, in subtle energy light frequencies, that inform other beings, allowing them to realign with their original templates.  As we real-eyes this for ourselves, the easier life becomes for all beings.  We also become aware of deeper blockages and spells.  When we are in the flow of our original source codes, we don’t need to do anything but see the obstacle and it dissolves. At other times there is still some interference to deal with.

On the 4th July, some friends arrived for a surprise visit.  Gringo arrived that day too; a feisty little fledgling that Nunki had trapped by a flower pot. He was just what Muffin needed, they snuggled up together in the nesting box and with competition for food, she ate more and grew stronger. Life was suddenly hectic, with bird feeding every hour, socialising and managing the cat relationships. Maia was still frequently overcome by the predatory energies if we didn’t keep an eye on her, she’d ambush Nunki at every opportunity.  Muffin wove these threads together like a fine mist.

Gringo fledged on the 9th July.  I took both birds outside the gates and up the track a little way and held out my hand and waited.  They both flew to some tall grass and Gringo went from there into the bushes.  Muffin hung onto the grass for a while, her claws were still weak and when I held out my hand she jumped onto it and then gratefully back into the nesting box.  The next day she was flying around the bedroom, so I tried again.  Once again she flew to the long grass and then back to my hand, but this time when I held up the nesting box she turned away and flew to the bushes.  I felt elated to see her chose freedom, despite her fragility. 

As she took flight, her message began to unfurl in my mind.  Ever since her arrival, I’d been aware of something grabbing at my ankles.  Nunki saw it too and he kept going after it, especially the left.  I saw the image of a great dragon, chained by the left ankle, thrashing around, roaring, unable to move freely.

I remembered the dragon guardian of my childhood.  When I started school, I was shocked to find that not only did the other children not have pet dragons, but they couldn’t see mine either.  It was one of the saddest days of my life when I asked another pupil, a blond and blue-eyed boy named Adam, whether he could see my dragon.  “I think so,” he said.  And that was that, I felt myself compress and shrink. The connection was severed and my dragon disappeared for the next fifty years.

Then, a few years ago, the dragon reappeared, distant at first, circling; showing up in dreams and conversations, reforming itself. Recently, its inverse, the Nietzsche ‘dragon’ ‘Thou shalt’ has been rearing its head.  Nietzsche identified three stages of ‘spiritual’ metamorphosis: the camel, the lion and the child.  The Camel is a beast of burden, loading their humps with what is needed to cross the wastelands and often carrying others too, along with the dead weights of duty and responsibility.  Eventually it wears them down and they give up or real-eyes the in order to go forward, they must let go of the expectations of others and find their own purpose.  

Then they become the Lion, that Nietzsche called ‘I will.’  The lion wants freedom and to be in control of its own life and is willing to change the world in order to do that, at which point it meets the dragon, “Thou shalt. sparkling like gold, an animal covered with scales; and on every scale shines a golden “thou shalt.” Nietzsche saw the dragon as the force of external authority, it symbolised the duty and virtue imposed on everyone by the laws and traditions of society.  The task of the Lion is to deliver ‘the sacred no’, and reject society and anyone and everything that would tell it how to live.  This is a lonely path and the Lion can get stuck in nihilistic rejection of everything. According to Nietzsche, to liberate himself the Lion must ‘slay’ the dragon and become the child of innocence and creative play, able to deliver the affirming ‘sacred YES’ to life. This is so that he can become the ‘overman’ who lives in a state of free play and creativity in which he creates reality on his own terms.

That didn’t turn out so well for Nietzsche.  He viewed Nature as hierarchical, with the strong ruling over the weak, and that lead him into alignment with the predatory agenda.  He could not see the co-operation and synergy, the symbiosis and community of the forest  His brilliance led only to solitude and his ‘free spirit’, was incarcerated in a mental institution for the last 11 years of his life.  What he described was not a dragon but a demon; the the alien parasite projected through his own split mind.

Dragons are causal Earth beings. Mainstream science calls them vortices, magnetic and electrical fields, but they are conscious living beings of a different order to humans.  There are many other dragons in our world, as our ancestors well-knew. The magician-architects of the empire of brutality used sacred geometry and black magic to pin down the Earth dragons and channel their life force into the artificial construct.  Unknowingly, we supported this magic whenever we looked at images of St George slaying the dragon, or pyramids, or grid lines – that is the power we have to imprint the Earth.

Our vortex here is part of the Iberian Dragon. The feminine ‘egg’ has been on our property since 1821.  I have no idea how it got here.  The masculine ‘egg’ was ‘born’ in the barn fire in December 2020. These ‘eggs’ formed the core of our vortex and initially I saw them as a dragon and a phoenix.  They merged on 4th June with the Venus cazimi and I now real-eyes that he/she is a Fire Dragon.  We have no pronoun in English for a being that is fully evolved both masculine and feminine, neither androgynous nor hermaphrodite but non-sexual as it regenerates without sexual reproduction.

In the euphoria of Muffin’s release, I saw that the chains around the left ankle of the Iberian dragon, that is located between the islands of Mallorca and Ibiza in the Mediterranean Sea.  My mother was from Mallorca and it just so happens that our visiting friend is also from there.  The chain dissolved as soon as I saw it and I went into a big reset.  I had to lie down as I couldn’t function at all.  In the liminal heartlands, I saw that the dragon arises in the presence of vulnerability, innocence and creative play and is at the command of the magical child as the protector of those qualities.  That was Muffin’s message, that she conveyed through the frailty of her physical body, her sweetness and the pure joy of her freedom flight.

After my siesta, I told Dean that I felt that something had changed and that the dragon power was now freed.  It felt as though we had shifted into a different reality, with more vibrant colours and a particular clarity that was soft like dew.  I expected to see a change in the cats, as they are so energy sensitive and sure enough.  Lila and Nunki played for the first time, she let him jump on her like a bouncy castle and although she bopped in on the head a few times, it wasn’t aggressive – he bopped her right back.  He went nose-to-nose with Maia and although she bopped him too, there was no hissing and she rolled over inviting him to play.  Nunki wasn’t confident enough for that yet, but they sat peacefully together for a while. The Earth energies were moving through us all harmoniously and without interference.

The bliss state lasted until we and the cats ate in the evening. After that, as our energies moved inwards, to breaking things down and reordering them, the digestive processes.  Maia was overcome with the predatory forces again, but it was not as strong. The bliss state and the energy of euphoria is locking into the cellular memories, imprinting into the inner waters of or physical bodies and becoming more stable.

There is still some interference to deal with. The toxoplasmosis gondii parasite, is being pushed out by the bliss state and this is disrupting the natural predatory instincts.  (More about that in another post.)  The right ankle of the dragon is still chained somewhere.

PS: on 14th July, in co-ordination with another little bear, we freed the right ankle of the Iberian Dragon, which was chained at the Treviño Enclave in the Basque Country.