Diary of a Heretic

I have been taking advantage of my one hour train trips to & from work each day to embark on my Underworld and Upperworld journeys. These journeys are currently helping me access information for the upcoming Celtic Gods & Goddesses workshops. But today as I was preparing myself for meditation I was advised that I would be meeting the dragons instead. The dragon which normally accompanies me on my meditations, my gate keeper, was the dragon designated to take me on this journey. My gate keeper is an immense black dragon who I call Jack. That is not his real name of course; he is a silent dragon and has not told me his name. I know he gets a chuckle out of me calling him Jack although, I would not usually be as venturous to assign a dragon with such a mundane name as most dragons are very formal and often don’t have a human sense of humour. On this journey I am also accompanied by my totem animal – a young cheetah called Billy, and a guide – a medieval lass called Loni. They are my constant companions on my various adventures and it is appropriate that they accompany me today to meet the dragons.

Soon we are spiralling skyward and as I look down over the earth I notice the Georges River meandering directly below us. Suddenly I am aware of a large green dragon moving just under the water surface slowly heading down the river oblivious to our presence. It was an exciting discovery. As I head up through the clouds I watch the river become an ever decreasing line in the landscape and then I am suddenly hurtled rapidly through space and time. We seem to travel through a void of blackness, a continuum of emptiness, and then we arrive, or should I say we touch down on what appears to be a sheet of sea green glass. We all stand in silence waiting in an illuminating darkness, and then we perceive shapes in the distance, and then the dragons come. All sizes, all colours, all very curious; a large white dragon presents herself to us and she says her name is Esmeralda, but also mentions that is not her name but something that surfaced in my mind and she took possession of it.

The questions that I wanted to ask I didn’t get the opportunity as Esmeralda seemed to anticipate what I was thinking and launched into an explanation about the different dragon types within the cosmos; evidently they have varying densities and layers and all have a multitude of functions and destinies to meet. Dragons evidently don’t evolve as humans do, they transmute or metamorphasize. There are also other dragons that she is aware of that exist on higher planes and are pure wave forms or vibrations that communicate to the cosmos in a voice similar to a sonic boom, this voice incorporates concepts, formulas and instructions to other beings and the cosmic intelligence. These wave forms are not concerned with human evolution; to them we are just sub particles of cosmic particles.

Esmeralda explains that like me she is concerned with the big picture and that the planet earth is just one small component of her responsibilities. She assures me that everything in the universe is evolving at the same rate and as planned, with a bit of tweaking going on here and there to guarantee the right outcome. Interestingly, there appears to be a fair bit of human interaction happening with our planet and many souls are reincarnating to life times in the past to help manipulate and realign current & future outcomes; that is what Esmeralda refers to as tweaking.

I mentioned to the dragons about the drought situation in Australia, but their main concern was correcting the overall imbalances that are occurring on our planet at this present time. Esmeralda mentioned that our bodies were universes in themselves and perhaps we should stop polluting our own bodies first and that in itself would help alleviate some of our planetary problems. She seemed to cast a critical eye over my own neglected body and I definitely took her opinion on board.

Finally my visit came to an end. I thanked Esmeralda for her advice, gathered up my crew who were engaged in play with some of the smaller dragons and headed off back to my physical reality. Before we left however, Jack decided he would tell me his name which to my surprise was not a word as such but a sense, a feeling, an emotion and definitely very unique.

Janine
February 6, 2007