Slaying the Dragon
The words of the alchemists on the dragon is thus follows:
“For many see me but few recognize me.”
“I revive myself from death, and kill death that killed me.”
“I resuscitate the corpses that I created, and living in death, kill myself. I carry the poison in my head but the remedy is in my tail which I bite in my fury. Whoever tries to sport me dies by my penetrating gaze. Whoever bites me, must bite himself. If I bite him, death bites him in the head. Unless he bites me first.”
“Therefor, recognize me, and kill me. And know that I cannot die by the sword, but present me with a mirror. And my own reflection kills me.”
There is something I have come to, that is beyond me, beyond words I can fathom. But what I will tell you, is this blog post is my revelation. On the Dragon. And what I have experienced that dragon to be. Which has been a terrifying, mortifying, thing. And anyone who recognizes this dragon, will be mortified themselves. If navigated carefully, however, it leads to what all the alchemists say, is the philosophers stone.
If you all have not read my, ‘Vessels of Separation and the Monadic Wonderland”, and my story with Archangel Azrael, I suggest you do that. For death, taught me something I will never forget.
The dragon, it lies hidden, in our deepest, and darkest places. Of filth. Under the earth, it is found. And what it guards, is the precious stone. “Visit the interior of the Earth, in rectifying, come find the hidden stone.” The dragon lies continually biting its tail in fury, it speaks and runs and never stops. It is continually running, and going. It is the Mercurial Dragon. Mercury. The mind that is continually running and going, and speaking to you. It is the rapid force, of fire. This dragon, runs like fire in the mind, and sleeps hidden in your dreams. Man, being in the fallen state, of the abyss, trapped and locked in his separated vessel of illusion; is the beast. And this beast, who is trapped in his own illusion, gives birth to another beast. And every one of us is faced with the same fate; which I like to call, “The slaying of the dragon”.
Man and the Beast.
Man is a beast. The number 666 is the number of man and the beast, like stated in the book of Revelations. As I have written before, in the Vessels of separation, and the Monadic Wonderland, is we are all fools in our madness. Because we are not in the Monadic state, in unity with God, and truth. Instead we are trapped in a false perception of reality, forced to have nothing but our own voice, and mind, and experience. Forced to have no understanding of anything, but our own sum of experience, and perception. And recently, I was met with my own humiliation of being a fool in my madness. And it was there, in my darkest moments, in the most horrific place I could be; my mind; that I met the dragon. And I became separated from this voice in my mind , wanting this beast, this voice, inside of me, to stop. To finally just shut up. And stop talking. But it was only when I tried to kill it with a sword that it became more furious, louder, and horrendous. It was then that I realized, I can’t escape this mind, or thing, Homunculus, or dragon. It only got louder, and I realized I couldn’t make it stop. The fury and torture of being locked in your vessel of separation, in agony hearing this dragon speak and not stop. And not having all the answers and feeling this thing run itself into insanity, and pain, and trauma. And it was then that I realized in my pain, wanting this experience to stop, that it wouldn’t. Because it is apart of me. And it is in agony. And it was a dragon hiding itself. But it was birthed, from my own beastly nature. It knows nothing but illusion. And I thought I could stop it but I soon realized it was a life of its own; some sort of homunculus. That felt horrendous, and frightening.
For the longest time, my own mind, my own delusions, my own dreams, were my best friends. Because it felt comfortable. They were once beauty. And love. And tragedy stories. And it navigated me to this esoteric path. But the hard part about loving your mind, is you will love the very thing that takes you and robs you, of love itself, if love is not found, or integrated. And this love, is ultimate truth. Not a false reality. But truth. Which is the Stone. That the Dragon guards. But we have all fallen, and been kicked out of the supernal eden we all are striving to go back to. The Monadic Wonderland like I have discussed. Where this will be no more. We are Man, the Beast, and our dragon is our subconscious and conscious, that knows nothing but our sum of experience. This is why the Rosicrucians say in the Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosycross; “The Height of knowledge is to know nothing.” And this is the truth we all face, that we know nothing. And the monster, the dragon, will either consume you or be slayed. But it has to be recognized first.
Slaying the Mercurial Dragon.
The dragon is a mercurial being, a thing of the air. It is called, the ‘Serpent of Wisdom’. For it is flying and running and eating its own tail. It is the MIND. On a macrocosm and microcosm level. And that mind can be a very scary place. And our perception forever will be flawed due to our fallen state. So therefor, we only have our own dragon to recognize and slay. But we all have a dragon. And it consumes us, whether we like it or not. And whether we can recognize it or not. The Monster, the Thief, the liar, The great dragon, Satan, whatever you want to call it. Robs us, of truth, until we can recognize it and know the mirror to present it. But we all have this dragon inside of us. Call it addiction, abandonment wounds, obsessions, dark thoughts, intrusive or unwanted thoughts, etc. We all have a dragon that lies to us every waking day. It is our own voice, and a voice of its own. And it can rob you from reality, and truth. And this is why scripture states, “Do not lean on your own understanding”. The battle is our own unconscious, our own self, our own dreams, our own vessel we have no full control over. It is the world of dreams. And Nightmares. It is a being trying to navigate itself, on its own but simply cannot do it on its own. Some of us, try to make friends with this monster. Some of us try to conquer it with force. But the problem is, at its core, is that it is a monster. And it has to be shown the mirror. And this mirror, can be confusing, because it shows you the backward version of what its looking at. The opposite of what it is. But then, it dies by its own reflection. You have to witness, your own monstrosity, your own delusion and madness, and then, ultimately, see the horror of this thing itself, that is you; and is not you. The monster will scream at you, grip you, run and run and seek for answers when it’s not being heard and seen. And it will try to navigate. And if it can’t it will get louder and more furious. This is where the alchemy takes place. It is utter calcination, like a burning fire. Like a horrendous dragon. Like a mind burning, wishing to stop itself. It is experiencing all of its horror, trauma, and sums of experience. And it cannot be conquered until given a truth.
The Holy Grail
The holy grail, The philosophers Stone, the Golden Fleece, there is a truth within all of it. And I know, that this is the cure. There is a cure, that is the only cure. There is stories, all telling the same story. There is a sacred chalice, that if drank, you’d never thirst again. And I may not fully understand it yet, but I see it, and always knew i’m being led to it. Through all the madness, and chaos, and delusions, and signs, and people i’ve met, and books i’ve read. And stories I studied, And knowledge i’ve thirsted for. There is a one truth that is so holy and sacred. And it has been my missing piece, to this puzzle, of madness. And that is Love. And this love, I sought after, is sacrificial. It is pain. But it is pure. And it is the love of christ Jesus. And his sacrifice on the cross for us all. And when I began to feel that love, and fury, inside me I had no choice but to look at my reflection. In its depths, I found its essence. And my own brokenness. And realized that my own love and my own understanding, was flawed. Foolish. Humiliating, even. And so is every man’s brokenness. It is humiliating. And ugly. And doesn’t want to be seen. And it will do anything to grip on and hold tightly to the lie and illusion, and facade. And because I had not faced my dragon-And realized it was me all along, I hadn’t realized that I am my own mirror. I am my own atrocity. And the key was recognizing that christ is the cure. Because love is the cure. And the definition of love at its core, is sacrifice. And that is what Christ Jesus did for us all. And he was perfect. And not fallen. He was divine and in flesh. And the deepest mystery to be found. At the heart the labyrinth, lies this one truth. And that is Love. That is why it all points to love, in every myth and hero story, love is the thing that breaks every curse. That is why the Mystic Rose is depicted as a labyrinth and at its center, is a honey sweeter than ‘Wisdom’. Sweeter than that serpent that is the counterfeit lie. Guarding the true grail. And it is not a love we are capable of giving in its perfection, but we can be saved by it. This is why we have to die to our flesh, “And kill death that kills me”. And it’s also why Christ says the kingdom of heaven is within you. It can only be found within. It is not bought, or taught. But a personal journey that has to be done alone. You have to go inside the earth, and rectify the stone. It is both within, and without. And this love, breaks all curses. And breaks all illusion. It is in every myth, tale, and story. And it can only be experienced. This unlocking and unfolding. It is so beyond understanding, and it is a world that can’t ever be shut, once unlocked. The hidden spiritual world, the invisible college, the secret of the rose. The Story of the Golden Fleece. All of it is a story of conquering the dragon. And it is both a internal battle and a battle for our world, and its our story. That Love will conquer all. And the mysteries will be known to all. It’s the story of love.
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