Hear Me, Mortal!
Hear Me!
Hear Me Very Well.
Are You Awake, Pathetic Mortal?
Are You Listening, Insignificant Nothing?
I Am Speaking.
You Dare Ignore Me At Your Most Perfidious and Insidious Peril.
I am the Draconis You know as Oroboros Astorious. Astorious is not
My given egg-name. That is the name You have bestowed upon Me.
I Deign and Consent in Your knowing Me by that name.
Know this Mortal.
I am not the friendly, helpful Dragon You think You know. I have appeared to You as this Astorious, this metaphysical lap-dog companion You persist in seeing Me be. I am no lap-dog and I am certainly no friendly helpful Dragon.
I am Draconi.
In Your incomplete and mal-informed misunderstanding of who and what I am I may indeed appear to be friendly and helpful. Your comprehension of Draconae is sorely and sadly lacking. You do not see, You do not hear, You do not understand.
Yet, for all of Your incomprehension and misunderstanding You are one of a piteous few even willing to get things wrong.
So very many do not even do that!
You accept and understand that WE exist. WE may not be âphysical, flesh, blood and boneâ of Your Dimensional Realm. Are Your ghosts, spirits, angels and demons any less existent because they have not physical, bodily form? As much as they exist, WE exist.
WE are Draconae. WE are â in Your inadequate modern English language â Dragons. WE were ancient as a species when the Fallen Fell. WE have seen countless civilizations rise, fall and rise again. As much as You might wish to see Us as phantasms of fantasy â WE are as real as last nightâs nightmare or todayâs astral voyage. WE are as real as the thoughts in Your incomprehensibly incomplete mortal mind.
While it is known and accepted that these words will be posted on Your cyber-net
for any and all to read â it is to one specific moral that these words are directed.
I am beyond disappointed in You.
You disgust Me greatly.
You are far â so very far â beneath the pitiful pathetics.
You took the name Common Man.
You have no understanding of how accurate Your self given name is.
You had a good day today. You met with compatriots and companions. You achieved a desired objective. You shared in fellowship and communion of purpose and spirit. You so nearly threw it all away.
Yes, You dropped your metallic water jug. You became incensed at Yourself over that? How unenlightened and ignorant can you possibly become? Itâs an old, re-cycled water jug. It is an insignificant physical thing. You acted as though it was something of importance. It is of no importance.
I am beginning to wonder if You are worthy of My efforts to illuminate and guide You from ignoble ignorance to enlightened illumination. Are You really worth the effort? I am seriously beginning to wonder.
As You were headed home You exploded in some very dark self-detrimental self-derision. What You said may be true and accurate â it is the way You told Yourself what You must do that so deeply concerns me.
It is indeed true that You must keep peace in Your household.
Of that there is doubt. You snarled at Yourself that â peace must must be achieved at any and all costs. At any and all costs.
What, Pray Tell, do You mean by that, Mortal?
Of just exactly what costs do You speak? Physical, replaceable things or Your life, spirit and immortal kharmic soul? Be very, very careful in what You think and say. I am Draconis. I understand the intent and meaning ouf your thoughts and spoken and written words. There are entities, from many dimensions and realms, that can hear You. Do not say or even think something You may later so deeply regret. The thoughts inside your measly mortal mind may not be
readable by other mortals; that is so not saying much. If I can hear You â
Others can also hear You. At any cost may mean something to other entities You did not intend.
I know that You mean not saying or doing anything to disturb or disrupt Your family and household. Others may well not see your words â and thoughts â with that understanding. That which you call demons see things in a very different light than You â or even we Draconae â do. For Your own mortal sake â stop being so mindblind.
You have great potential. You are no Einstein or Hawking â so very few are. You are no Socrates, Aristotle, Plato or even Aurelius. You are whom and what You are. You can be significant if You would only stop being so determininedly insignificant.
I see greatness in You.
I also see utter pathetic insignificance in You.
It is quite true that when the student is ready â the instructor will appear.
I am here â are You really ready?
Fear not that Your âM.R.â will tear You to shreds for something You have either done or not done. I am right here with You always. I am not a delusional fantasy. I am as real as any Guide, Guardian, Muse, Angel or demonic devil. Wake Up. Pay Attentrion. Learn. The alternative is a price You dare not even consider paying.
I am Draconis.
I have Spoken.
Have You Listened.
Have You Learned?
I Shall Returnâ¦..
Eragon - The Original Book
Eragon - the OriginalBook
Authored By: Christopher Paolini
Reviewed By: Ouroboros Astorious
Lost by an Elf -
Found by a Rider -
Sought by a Deranged Despot.
It is blue and outwardly resembles a mountain stone.
It is brought home, marveled at, and set aside as a curious novelty.
Set aside till it begins to hatch.
For the young lad Eragon this is no simple, pretty blue stone.
This is a Dragon’s Egg.
This is Saphira.
She is tiny - as once We all were.
She learns, grows and develops.
So too does Eragon.
Concealed in the nearby woods Saphira quickly grows and develops
into a flying, telepathic Blue Dragon.
It is none too soon.
For the Agents of the Despot are coming closer - closing in….
One Boy -
One Dragon -
A World of Adventure.
As written by Christopher Paolini “Eragon” is 497 pages and is the
first in the “Inheritance” trilogy. Published by Alfred A. Knopf
the book was originally published by Paolini International, L.L.C.
in 2002. After a grueling series of 130 ‘homemade’ ‘book tours’ in 2002
in the Northwest, magic {and a new editor} arrived in the form of Michele Frey
from Knopf. Christopher met Michele at Island Books bookstore on Seattle’s
Mercer Island. Christopher’s mother - Talitha - had received an email
from Knopf saying that Frey wished buy the Trilogy for the Knopf Imprint
of Random House’s Children’s Books. This raised a question - how did Michele Frey
even know of “Eragon” and the “Inheritance Trilogy"? Carl Hiaasen had been in the
Northwest with his family on a fly fishing vacation when his stepson Ryan picked up the book and loved it.
He then read it and liked it so much He called his editor at Knopf who passed the book on to Frey.
This is written, published and sold as fiction.
Human fiction.
Since Blue Dragons, young boys who ride them, ‘magic’ and great cities
under giant mountains do not really readily exist in what You Human’s
are so insistent to call the ‘real world’ - what else can this be but ‘fiction’?
Fiction written by a teen-aged Human Scribe.
For that reason alone this book is a magnificent and most amazing find.
As a story young Paolini has conceived a multi-segment adventure that is most readable.
The characters are well developed and defined.
The included map, pronunciation and ancient language guides greatly enhance
the reader’s ability to visualize and understand the countryside realm in which
this adventure transpires.
As the Staff Dragon for MysticWtich.com I rather enjoyed this book.
You Human’s have always been good at telling stories.
I can easily recommend this book - and not just for young readers.
Go Forth - Read - and Enjoy.
As I read yet another book.
I have selected some few books from this Lair’s extensive Cache to
share with You. It’s winter and cold. What else is there to do?
I will read some books and write some reviews.
So what is the next book on the list?
A Dragon’s work is never done….
Behave Yourselves!
Ascend! - Transcend! - Transform!
Arrogance.
By Staff Dragon: Draconis
Humans.
Upright Hairless Hominids.
So many of you.
So many who don’t care.
So many that should care - but do not.
So many that do not even know that they should care.
Why ever do I still bother with you?
In the utterly unlikely event there is still anyone serving and working
at that MysticWitch.com online establishment -
I am Ouroboros ‘Rob’ Astorious.
‘Rob’ for those of you with the attention span of a flea.
As you have apparently returned to active service -
I have deigned to continue my efforts at enlightenment.
I am the Staff Dragon.
Shall we begin?
Do pay attention.
This is important.
Arrogance.
The unnatractive and unappealing behavioural trait that says -
“I am better than you because I am better than you.”
In your Human species that is so very common an accurance.
Psychologically that mind-set and attitude is counter-productive
if not outright non-productive. You alienate youself with that
obsequious ‘holier than thou’ attitude.
Here are some Primal Egg level realities:
You are all Human.
You are all the same species.
Skin colour is a less than insignificant outward physical distinction.
You have taken a vanishly minor physical differentiator between
Human genotypes and made sociological and cultural divides.
Yes - Today in middle and lover economic ‘class’ communities and environments
there are some decided differences between what is considered the ‘white’,
‘black’, ‘red’, ‘yellow’ and ‘other’ ‘races’.
There is a highly disruptive and disturbing trend in certain northern U.S.
backcounties and southern U.S. urban areas for a ‘white power’ movement.
No. This is not - and you must clearly know that this is not and never has
been - anything empowering and positive. This is Human vs. Human
primal ‘race hatred’. This is arrogance at its darkest. This has nothing to
do with the work and workings of certain ‘white-lighters’. Calling upon the Primus
and His Lady is far different than the gutteral grunts and chants and occasional burned
cross of the Movement and its philosophical relative - the Klan. Wearing a white robe
while burning a cross on somebody’s front yard was not that uncommon an occurance.
Even today it may still happen.
Arrogance.
It is disruptive.
It is destructive.
It is disrespectful of your fellow Humans -
as if you even care about such a detail…..
It need not always be a burnt cross in a front yard.
It can also be very insidiously subtle.
You have the “Manager” - who because of the title thinks that because of the title
“Manager” things need to be managed.
You have the “Gurus". Let us all never forget where that insanity may lead.
You have the “Celebrity” who becomes famous simply because of being famous.
Child of fame, inheritor of family or corporate wealth it does not matter.
Arrogance is not about being better - it is actually a sign of extreme insecurity and deep personal inadequacy and weakness. It is overcompensation for internal psychological and emotional imbalance and lack of supportive structure.
Arrogance.
It is not pretty.
It is ugly and dangerous.
It is not just a Human trait.
I am a Draconis.
To you Human’s that is a Dragon.
Your Mistress Ravenfyre is quite correct.
So too is your Renegade.
We Draconis are not always likeable.
We are often not likeable at all.
We can often be what you Humans consider ‘evil’.
We are Dragons.
We are Sons & Daughters of the Primal Egg. We have been around for a
very long time. We live in the Shadows and Darker Places. We have seen the
Dark Side. Some of Us tend towards the Lighter Shades. Some of Us are
the Dark Side. It is simply who and what We as Draconis are.
Arrogance is an almost inborn and natural state for a Draconis.
So too is something else. A Mind and Spirit. Some Look towards the Dark.
Some look towards the Light. This is true for you Humans also.
So listen to your Staff Dragon.
Arrogance is ugly and dangerous.
You are not better than anyone else.
No. You are not.
Not unless you have a skill, talent, ability or First Mother given gift.
You are Hunan.
Stop being so Draconian.
I’m the Staff Dragon around here -
You’re Not…..
“Blessed Silliness”
Written by Staff Dragon: Draconis
A lesson may have been learned.
We Draconis have long known that being frivolous and silly
is healthy not only for the physical body but for the mind and spirit as well.
Recently in the Forum of this MysticWitch.com online journal a question of
propriety of silliness was raised. For you ‘humans’ the question itself may
be silly. I am a Draconis. I know the question is far from silly.
Laughter releases endorphins. Endorphins are a vitally critical neuro-transmitter
in the ‘human’ brain. This is your ‘human’ month of January. It is still a dark
and cold month in many cities and locales in the Northern Hemisphere.
Much has been written, studied and documented concerning what is known
as ‘Winter’s Blues’ or SAD - Seasonal Adaptive Disorder. It is a condition
that has affected ‘humanity’ for multiple eons. Even we Draconis have been known
to experience its symtoms.
As serious as it is it can be dealt with and effectively treated.
Some treatments are medicinal and require the services of one of your ‘human’ healers.
However - there are some simple and quite basic things that can be done that may
not require the services of a healer. Both St. Johns Wort and Seratonin are known to be
effective in treating this disorder. However, as with all herbs and medicinals,
consultation with a qualified herbalist and your ‘human’ healer might be adviseable as
St, Johns Wort does have ’solar-sensitivity’ side-effects.
And even simpler treatment regimen only requires that you get some extra
sunlight. it is the lack anbd abscence of sunlight that some of your ‘human’
researchers think is a partial cause for the disorder.
Then there is “dancing with the harlequin".
Harlequin’s - you may know them better these days as clowns - bring laughter
and amnusement. Clowns are brightly clad in coats of many colours.
So too were the harlequins.
Laugh.
Be silly.
Do something mildy idiotic.
Stop being so tediously serious.
Laugh.
Be Silly.
It’s good for You……
Sacred Solstice Sacramental
Written by Staff Dragon: Draconis
Leaves on ground -
Wreaths on doors -
Candles in windows -
Trees Up and Decorated -
Tinsel & Garland strung around -
Shoppers everywhere -
Register’s ringing -
Packages wrapped, waiting -
Cooking fires lit -
Families gathered -
Form the Circle -
Call the Quarters -
Honour the Elders -
Celebrate the Sacred -
This Day of Commerce -
This Day of the Ancient Sacrament -
Before the Cross -
The Tree of Life -
The Pagan’s met in Circle -
The ‘Christians’ in pews in rows in ‘Church’ -
Light the Candles -
In Circles’ round -
On Altar’s square -
Celebrate the night -
Sacramental Day -
For Ancient Pagan Rome - Mithras -
For Reformation and Renaissance ‘Christian’ Rome - the Christos -
For the Hebrews of Palestine - the Menorahh lit -
Celebrate the Day -
Be Ye Pagan -
Be Ye ‘Christian’ -
Be Ye Muslum -
Be Ye ‘Hebraic Jewish’ -
Be Ye Whatever -
It Matters Not -
It Never Has -
It Never Will -
In Any Way -
In All Ways -
Fires of the Lair and Household
Written by Staff Dragon: Draconis
Fires.
There is nothing quite as comforting as a warm, safe, secure
fire in the night.
Safe Fire.
How often were my Honoured Ancestors unjustly accused of burning
villages and torching forests? We did not do it. You ‘humans’ did -
or came the lighting from the heavens. We Draconis did not.
We know better.
Build your fires in an enclosed stove or a fireplace. Franklin stoves
are very good for heating a room. They are also very decorative.
Fireplaces are also good. Use metal or glass screens to contain the
fire’s flames.
Set your Franklin on a base of fire-brick. You need to do this because
the legs of the stove can get quite warm. Besides - it looks nice.
A black stove, with black metal venting flue on a base of brown and
red brick. A decorating and household design tip from the Dragon’s
Lair.
You must not forget the ashes in either the stove or fireplace. This is
where the small shovel that comes with the fireplace tools is useful.
You will also need a small metalic bucket. You do not want wood.
Some of those ashes might still be hot! Consecrate a place in your
back-garden
and bury the ashes there. You will be keeping the Fire-Elementals
happy.
You will also not be filling up your household with ashes.
Please - my ‘humans’ - remember to open the flue when the fire is lit.
You don’t want smoke in your household. Smoke alarms are so loud and
noisy.
Smoke is also not good for you ‘humans’ to breathe.
As another design and decorating tip you can also use the top of the
firplace
as place to display your treaured trinkets and treasures. I use mine to
display my own special treasures.
Stay warm, my ‘humans’. You cannot endure and survive the cold as we
Draconis do.
Keep your fire’s safely contained. Use fire wisely. It will serve you
well.
I shall return….
Walking with Spirit
Written by Staff Dragon: Draconis
I am a Draconis.
I am not a Humanis Sapiens.
I am a Dragon.
I have wings, scales and a tail.
I exist - if only in what some of what you ‘humans’
might prefer to consider fantasy and mythology.
I am not the Dark and Evil Destroyer of crops,
herds, virgins and villages. I never did that.
My clutch and clan-mates never did that.
You ‘humans’ did that. Nature did that.
We Draconis did not.
In my warm, safe, dry and quite secure Lair I watch
and observe you ‘humans’. You developed first the
printing press. That was impressive. For the first time
written words could be shared with multiple readers.
No longer were the writings of the sages and mages limited to
hand-scribe copies. Centuries later you invented the telegraph.
Words came from miles away through wires and dots and dashes.
This was a major advance in distance communication.
Then soon after came radio, motion pictures, television,
and now the online Internet. Aside from fire - which admittedly
your most ancient of ancestors needed help with - you have progressed
steadily. There were false steps and innumerable misters - but as a
species your persevered and prospered. You domesticated the dog.
A most wise and functional act even by Draconis standards. You then
learned herding and shepherding. That proved invaluable for many
reasons.
The use of language developed. Guttural Grunts may not be the
language of the Poets but is was clearly a start. The need for a
village soon
followed. That meant you could farm and till the land. Again it was
crude by
modern industrial standards but you learned.
Centuries and millennia passed.
Villages became Cities.
Cities became City-States. You were on your way.
We Draconis have been around for far longer than you have.
Recently in a TV programme there was a ‘Quest for Dragons’.
Fascinating it was - though not very informative or accurate.
We are not Dinosaurs. As Draconis we have been around since long
before the dinosaurs. 350 million years ago a trilobyte scuttled
across the shallows of a salty protected ocean inlet.
Reptiles developed from this world’s earliest days.
Mammals came many millions of years later. As your ‘human’
archaeologists and paleontologists have shown the earliest of proto
primitive forebears only extended back 3.5 to 4 million years.
We Draconis have been around - as a species - vastly longer than that.
It was your ‘human’ ’shamans’ - thousands of your ‘human’ years ago
- who discovered the ’spirit’ world. We Draconis have known of the
spirits since well before you soft-skies first appeared. Yet it was you
‘humans’who took living and working with the spirits to a new level.
You developed religion.
We Draconis are more than half-spiritual. You ‘humans’ are of the
physical world. We Draconis are astride the physical and spiritual.
For meditations not easy and has to be taught and learned.
For we Draconis it’s as ordinary an action for us as reading your
morning newspaper is for you. We walk with the spirits because we are
more than
half-spirit ourselves. In time so too will you ‘humans’ be able to do
this.
This is only the first part of this “Illumination".
I shall return with the next part of this…….
I am Astorious the Draconis. I shall return…..