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‘I pray the world never runs out of dragons . For the dragon is the quintessential paradox , simultaneously embodying our ultimate ally and our greatest of foes . They represent the unconquerable epitome of destruction and the primordial catalyst of creation , producing images of dark grandeur and prismatic possibilities .

They are the manifestations of the brightest and most shrouded parts of our imaginations .

We make the dragons , because somewhere deep in our hearts , we recognize that a world without them is not worth living in .

There are so many people in the land that want an answer , a definite answer , for everything in life , and even for everything after life . They study and they test , and because those few find the answers for some simple questions , they assume that there are answers to be had for every question . What was the world like before there were people ? Was there nothing but darkness before the sun and the stars ? Was there anything at all ? What we we , each of us , before we were born ? And what , most importantly , shall we be after we die ?

Out of compassion , I hope that those inquisitors never find that which they seek .

For what are we left with if there is no mystery ? What hope might we find if we know all the answers ?

What is it within us , then , that so desperately wants to deny magic and unravel mystery ? Fear , I presume , based on the many uncertainties of life and the greatest uncertainty of death . Put those fears aside and live free , I say , and live free of them , for if we just step aside and watch the truth of the world , we will find that there is indeed magic all about us , unexplainable by numbers and formulas .

What is the passion evoked by the stirring speech of the commander before the desperate battle , if not magic ?

What is the peace that an infant might know in it’s mother’s arms , if not magic ?

What is love , if not magic ?

No , I would not want to live in a world without dragons , as I would not want to live in a world without magic , for that is a world without mystery , and that is a world without faith .

And that , for any reasoning , conscious being , would be the cruelest trick of all …’

 

-Dajon Fanelli

My Dreams Come True

 

LOVE her- Love this scene!

“…For my wedding, he gave me three petrified Dragon eggs. He believed, The World Believed that the ages had turned them to stone. How many centuries has it been since Dragons roamed the skies? But I dreampt that if I carried those eggs into a great fire they would hatch. And when I stepped into the fire my own people thought I was mad. But when the fire burnt out, I was un- hurt- The Mother Of Dragons. Do You Understand? I’m no ordinary woman. My Dreams come true…”

 

A little bit of Personal

I’ve been recently posting many pieces of writing, which I have already written.  I feel now is the time to share a personal story..ish.  Let it be known that all of my writing, obviously, is based on personal convictions or experiences.  I share in the hopes that one of you may read and think something like ‘AH! someone else get’s it! I am not alone, and I am certainly not crazy… (or insert personal reflection here).

 

I was Diagnosed Bi-Polar when I was 16 years old.  Seems a bit ridiculous, right?  It would seem to me that every 16 year old girl is by definition Bi-Polar.  The ‘Disease’ is characterized (in broad terms) by going from one extreme flipping from one emotional extremity to another.  Or at least this is how I was diagnosed.

 

I suppose I acted in ways that could be checked off on the MD Bipolar checklist for many years.  I was promiscuous, depressed, manic, indecisive.  I abused various drugs, went on shopping sprees…. WHATEVER.  The list of my off color choices goes on and on.  I choose to use the term ‘off color’ for this reason.

 

Today.  I accept who I am in entirety.  I am not ‘Bi Polar’.  I do not suffer from any disorder apart from being a human being trying to find my identity in the world.  I am continuously bombarded with outside influence.  Whether it be the loving advice of friends or family, religious groups (who I believe have the best of intentions) or my own scholarly research.  I believe I am a spiritual being living a human existence.  I believe we all are.  This is why life, feelings and choices feel (FEEL, feeling are such a blessing and a curse) so deeply.  I have allowed myself to be deeply effected by outside sources as opposed to following my own instincts.  I can see how that may appear ‘Bi- Polar’  I suppose in a sense it is.  I have been acting out of accordance with my own soul in an effort to please the world.

 

My point in this rant.  Is to say NO MORE.  I will not allow myself to be defined by the extremities of others extremities.  Instead I will not be defined.  I will simply be.

 

This is only a small piece of the story I hope to share.  Utilizing the poetry and ‘stream of consciousness’ pieces in between as insight.

 

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