Rebirth of the Dragon Dog, Autumn Equinox 2024

Equinox greetings!

As I write this, the Autumn Equinox of 2024 is tomorrow. The equinox is a still point, a portal to the infinite now from which past and future emerge and merge.

This is Tulku’s story and ours too, as it is unfolding in our lives today, simultaneously lighting up the distant past with the near future.

He was captured in 628AD, in the Land of the Wild Yaks, when the last of the old story portals closed.  There was a storm that lasted most of the year and flooding, people were sick and hungry.  Many of the animals had already fled and the crops had failed.  A land that had once been abundant was scraped bare and treeless, except for a colony of poplar, standing proud and isolated on the mountain slope that rose from the high plateau.  The portal was there, nestled in the roots of the trees.  Tulku guarded the portal, waiting patiently for the key people to show up., which is what the dragon dogs do.

Story portals work in alignment with dragon energy – the creative powers of the Earth and ours, that work through the original humans who choose to live on their own terms and in alignment with Nature.  They might guard other portals too, I don’t know as I don’t have any experience of other portals.  The dragon dogs guard the story portals physically and also energetically, by ensuring that the portal only opens to those in resonance with it and the dragon power.

Tulku had guarded his portal for thousands of years, through the great freezes and the floods that followed.  There had been other dragon dogs, his family, for many lifetimes, but the memories of those times were lost.  He was used to being alone.  Yet he had never ever felt as alone as that night when the mountains shook and the sky raged.  Lightning struck the tallest of the poplars nearest to the portal and it closed without warning, disappeared as if it had never been.  Tulku trembled and howled before collapsing in shock.  When he woke and there was still no portal, he knew his life was over and he laid down and waited to die.

Only he didn’t die, there and then.  Some monks from the nearby monastery saw what happened and they came and dragged Tulku back to the temple, where they tortured him and forced him into servitude – as they did with all the other beings of the Land of the Wild Yaks.

This memory returned to Tulku in December 2020, when we had a fire in the barn and the petrol mower exploded.  Thereafter, he was frightened of loud noises, fireworks, thunderstorms and heavy rain, when he had always been calm previously.  It’s taken us until recently, to inner-stand what was going on with him, partly because he didn’t know himself and couldn’t explain even if he did and there is the issue of cosmic timing. We have no precedent for what is unfolding now.  The Earth, Nature and all living beings are becoming self aware, as according to their specific physical expression.  For mammals and birds, this means that their souls are reintegrating with their physical bodies.

We have been told that animals do not have an individual soul, that they have instead something called a group soul or an oversoul. I disagree with this.  I find that many animals have souls, not all of them, only those who have chosen to live alongside us.  I wasn’t capable of perceiving them until 20 years ago, although it was something I’d always known as a child.  Trauma, religious dogma and lifehood experience have cut so many of us off from our own souls; is it such a stretch to consider that this could happen to other beings in animal bodies too?  And what is a soul?  From my perspective, it is the thread of our lives, a cord of light, that we weave into the great tapestry of life – our storyline. I have known several animals with previous life experience and their unique stories, that have been confirmed by otherwise unknowable facts.

The word ‘animal’ is a curse on these beings that stalls their n-sol-ment every time we use it and they feel it.  The word is derived from the latin ‘anima’ meaning soul and ‘mal’ meaning evil.  I’m  calling them by their species name, dog or cat etc. or ’anibons’ or ‘anibeaux’ from now on, good and beautiful souls that they are.

Tulku has lain in the portal for long periods, since it opened in early August.  Initially, I sat with him, but by early September he had made clear that he wanted me outside the portal, to transcribe what came through him while he was in it.  Then, as we approached the full moon, he began to get edgy – he didn’t want either of us in the portal.

This full moon, here in the early morning of the 18th September, was also a partial eclipse.  From our location it occurred with the moon conjunct Saturn, in the flow of the Water Bearer.  I see Saturn as an indicator of something being unwound, extracted like a cork from a bottle. It feels uncomfortable, distressing even, to observe something to which we have an emotional attachment leaving…..I had no idea how deep this would go.

On the afternoon of the 16th September, when Dean got back from town, Tulku suddenly became very weak and listless.  He wasn’t in pain, but he was hobbling around stiff-legged and seemed confused, as if he wasn’t quite sure where he was.  I knew that Dean hadn’t brought any negative energy back with him, as he has now moved into his catalysing function.  That, and knowing that the Saturn-moon eclipse was imminent, helped me see that what looked increasingly bad, was in reality good and necessary – because Tulku went into a rapid decline.

By the 17th, he could barely walk.  His hind legs gave out, but he wouldn’t/couldn’t lay down and rest.  As darkness fell, he began a relentless pacing from room to room, dragging his feet and drooling, unreachable as a zombie-dog.  A knock-out dose of marijuana tincture couldn’t reach him.  He shuffled from room to room, door to door, but couldn’t find himself anywhere. He was lost. Yet some part of him implored me for help, pawing at the chair, the door, the bed, the wall.

He was collapsing from exhaustion, dragging himself up to pace and paw, silently begging with his eyes.  I didn’t know what to do to help him.  Nothing worked. In the wee hours, I called for help, from my greater self, Dean’s, the dragons and then heard a cat throwing up in the living room.  I rushed out before Tulku could drag cat puke all over the house, but there was no vomit.  Only Nunki, sitting up licking his paws, with Maia snoozing alongside.  Ahem – help from the Galactic Centre incoming!

Back in the bedroom, I looked at Tulku in the moonlight and saw something else behind him, over him, something demonic.  In that moment, I knew that the problem was already in resolution and I felt the quickening and the knowledge that I only had to follow the required steps to reach the solution.  I addressed Tulku’s greater self: show me!  Something unexpected happened.  A narrow tunnel with a tiny circular portal at the end, dimly lit, opened.  It was in the mind space, but I could see it in the room and when I looked down the tunnel and through the portal, the room changed.  I saw Tulku clearly in silhouette and along his back was a carapace of gold wires, each wire stuck into his spine and twisted up into a jagged serpentine crest.  I immediately cut the wires and pulled them out of his back and crumpled the crest and sent it through the eclipse portal.  I told him, “It is not your master.”  But he had already left the room and went to lie down.

I couldn’t sleep and lay there thinking about this thing. It was a crude structure, certainly no demon.  Gradually, it dawned on me that the structure I saw was the imprint in his mind-field, his past life memory, of a spiked jacket he had been tortured with so long ago.  This horrific revelation kept me awake for a few hours and then Tulku got up and began the pacing again.  More marijuana tincture and still he plodded on, totally spent.

Was he looking for something?  Was there something in the house disturbing him?  I’d done such a thorough clearing earlier this year, that I couldn’t imagine what it might be.  Then suddenly I knew, with absolute clarity; the Buddhist prayer flags from the Himalayas that a friend had given me.  I had deactivated them, but they must have come back.  In the instant that the thought came to mind, Tulku collapsed, moaning and distraught.  I rushed to get the flags and told Dean to burn them, immediately.  As soon as they were burned, Tulku went to lie down in the portal.  What was written on those flags?  We had no idea, but no doubt that it was harmful to Tulku and most likely other nature spirits too.

We really thought we’d found the cause of the disturbance and he could relax, but no.  A couple of hours later he was up and pacing again, this time going repeatedly to the place where I had a small Ganesha statue and to the corner of the house, closest to where there was a Buddha statue outside in the garden. These were also gifts that I had deactivated some time ago, but clearly that had failed too.  Dean buried the statues in the woods and Tulku slept the rest of the day.

I want to pause a moment in this story, to comment on what was going on with these statues.  I don’t find this easy to talk about, it makes me feel nauseous, physically sick.  The fact of it is that all and I mean ALL, no exceptions, religious iconography is a form of spiritual technology that interferes with the flow of information between our physical bodies, our biofield and our souls.  This technology prevents us from integrating past life experience and from being the best version of ourselves we can be and it has nothing to do with belief.  Belief is what causes us to make choices about whether we actually want to look into something or not.  So it doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not, what matters is whether you choose to act or not.

If you have any of these artefacts in your home and a dog and a neutral pendulum, you can easily check whether they have a positive or negative effect on him or her.  It doesn’t work with cats, but it might with birds.

N-sol-ment in dogs is the process of embodying the infinite light of the mind woven into the eternal thread of their lives, and it looks like sickness.  It’s not pretty. It’s frightening. Their hind quarters give way, as they become aware of the curse of bestiality and sexual exploitation, generations of forced breeding programmes and cruelty, that have been put upon them.  Their senses will be impaired while they integrate all of this from their own lifehood experience.  They won’t want to eat and they can become incontinent for a while.  Some of the symptoms would be diagnosed by a vet as wobblers syndrome, cruciate ligament displacement, hip dysplasia or dementia.  I see it as a their own Light re-arranging their bodies at a cellular level and pushing out what is not in alignment with their true selves.  You make your own choice on how you see it, what you choose to do or not do and you will live with the consequences of your choices.

There are also the night terrors.  Tulku is still unable to walk and I’m sleeping on the floor with him at night, because he is suffering from nightmares that wake him up, crying, shaking and salivating.  I don’t know the specific content of his nightmares, but I recognise the feeling, as I had them through to my mid-twenties.  Previous life memories triggered by the awareness that the energies behind the trauma are still here today.

Last night, September, 20th he woke me up, terrified and managed to convey that he was frightened of being ‘taken away.’  He couldn’t settle until I put a lead on him and held it, as this gave him some sense of security.  Half an hour later he started whining and shaking again and I couldn’t console him.  Unexpectedly, at that moment, Izzy went into the portal.  I’ve never seen her there before. She is an excellent telepath, although she doesn’t do small talk.  Her message was crystal clear: you must be awake at this time, or the harmful energies will drain your life force.  The ‘danger window’ was 4.30-5-30am.  Merlin was in on it too, crowing throughout and then stopping, before starting up again at his usual 7am.  There is a level of communication going on here that I’m only just getting attuned to.

At this time, I don’t have any more information on the harmful energies.

None of this is as bleak as it might initially sound.  We, Tulku, Dean and I and the other dragon dogs who have been through this or are going through it now, want to share this information with you, so you can make more informed choices.  And if you think this is crazy talk, or that I am aggrandising, romanticising or even projecting my own ‘agenda’ onto innocent animals, that’s OK. This is not part of your story and you might want to focus your attention elsewhere.  If you have a dog companion, go ahead and ask him or her about their past lives – they might surprise you and you might even surprise yourself. Exalt them….there is wonder and magic to be discovered.

On another of our night vigils with Tulku, we became aware of his essence;  this ancient being, a Nature Power, his wisdom and Love that was all encompassing, immense, gentle and transformative, of unfathomable depth and resilience.  A wild and free elemental being, that we are honoured to care for as he rebirths himself, on a pile of cushions in the living room.

Original humans have lived on Earth for much, much longer than we have been told.  We have survived many cataclysms, most of which were caused by exploitation, terraforming and wars between ‘visitors’ from other worlds.  They got marooned here when the portals closed.  We are now completing the cycle that began with the last ice age. 100,000 years of survival in caves and underground cities does things to people and it takes a while to recover.  The allegory of Plato’s cave is a true story, but it misses out all the good bits, like  that we learned to shape-shift while living in the womb of the Great Mother.

Tulku says that he likes his dogs body and that he’s not ready to pass on his lineage yet.  He has more of this story to tell.