How are you doing, dear ones, in the acceleration of energies at this point in time? Are you ready for more? Don’t worry, it will only be unpleasant for those who cannot let go of their fear. What is brewing is a relatively minor ramp-up in awareness, and to become more aware while looking through the lens of fear can be upsetting to those who let fear shape their beliefs. We suggest letting go of fear altogether, looking it eyeball to eyeball and seeing how little substance it really has. In the bigger picture, it is, after all, merely a belief in under-the-table whispers and the perception of your own weakness of understanding. To decide to be strong, to choose to hear the pulse of your own heartbeat leading you ever towards life – that is what stops fear dead in its tracks. In keeping with our style, we will tell a little story to illustrate our point.

Once there was a knight fair and brave who feared nothing at all, it was said. He had met grave foes of terrible form and defeated them with a single blow of his sword. He had met with powerful kings and awe-inspiring queens and left their company bearing their respect, if not some laurels and a few noble titles as well. Even the most popularly feared wizard could not pierce the armor of his self-confident belief in his proud and noble character. Nothing could make him shudder with fear, it seemed. Nothing, that is, until he came face to face with a dragon of so brilliant a flame that he stood transfixed, suddenly aware of a reality that none of his former exploits had prepared him for.

His trusty sword fell from limp fingers. His horse reared and ran off, leaving him alone and weaponless in the presence of the this awful dragon. Fear – an unfamiliar sensation – gripped his belly and dropped him to his knees. The dragon had no regard for the knight’s array of noble titles, for his treasure or his reputation. The dragon had less regard for his carefully constructed suit of armor or for his helmet with the markings of power and protection. The dragon of fiercely brilliant flame saw the knight as he truly was: naked, alone, and without understanding of what he saw before him.

Now, at this point in our story, we come to a choice. We could continue in one of many ways. The dragon could burn him to cinders. The knight could come to his senses, pick up his sword and run the dragon through. An army of gnomes could appear from the forest and wrestle the knight into a net of enchanted design. However, none of these suit our purposes, so we proceed in this manner:

Sitting back on his haunches and regarding the quivering knight, the dragon pulled out from his pouch a mirror. Patiently, he held it up before the knight and waited. The knight sweated, sure oblivion was his doom, unaware that in fact he sat at the threshold of transformation. What more could he prove of his noble and courageous heart otherwise? He had come to the point of losing his mind to fear when he summoned the last of his sanity and raised his eyes to see what this terrible dragon had to show him.

His eyes met the eyes of the man in the mirror. He shuddered at their brilliance reflected in the dragon’s looking-glass. His helmet served no purpose, so he took it from his head. There, cast in light more brilliant than a thousand suns, the dragon showed him what all his travels and trials could not. There, looking back at him, was a man he thought familiar and yet somehow alien. Who was he? Was this dragon a demon, showing him spectres of evil intent? No, his heart would not withstand that to be true. Was he instead some sort of angel whose un-earthly radiance burned up his fear and left him, purified, in grace recognizing himself as a reflection of light beautiful and serene? This was much more to his liking, and, his heart told him, much closer to the truth.

As he gazed into the crystalline orb, the light of his reflection emanated from its depths, emanated from his own image therein and took form before him. Slowly the nobleman rose to his feet in full recognition of his own reflected light. He reached out tentatively to touch this apparition of light, and as his fingertips met those of his light-body’s, an extraordinary thing began to occur – a melding of the two aspects of him, form and light, into one new man. Every cell of his body thrilled at the sensation, as what he had known as himself was engulfed in radiance of Self, recognized. Armor plating melted into nothingness, his body pulsed with new life, and everything around him took on a crystalline hue of opalescent light.

The dragon observed the knight’s transformation with a quiet bemusement. No longer did the knight have the undercurrent of fear in him. The orb, his magic mirror into the soul, had done its work handily. He put it back in his pouch, cloaked until his next encounter with a human prepared to become transfigured by its simple play of light-bending truth. Simple, for there really was nothing magic about it at all. Sacred, yes, but not enchanted. Sacred because it showed each human his own light. Sacred, and his to guard, to reveal to men and women pure in their intent to become fully awake to their true Self, until at last it could be revealed to all.

In the brilliance of recognition of the self in all, of meeting your own form in the form of radiant, brilliant, opalescent light, fear cannot maintain its frequency. The light of recognition in the sacred chalice of the heart blasts fear to pieces, and belief built on the foundation of fear comes crashing down. Step out of the way of fear-based beliefs and you will not need a protective helmet. Step into the light of recognition and let go of the armor you have pieced together over lifetimes in the dark. The dragon, fiercely brilliant, holds the code to your unveiling. If you are ready to see in your reflection a light that transfigures fear, raise your eyes. We await.

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Posted on May 2, 2009, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. A deep lesson. An opportunity to release the reflection of fear.

  2. Daemon Rain Walker

    This is easily one of the most beautiful and true things I have ever read in this entire lifetime! Thank you *SO* much for explaining Me [and Our People] to other people in such a completely honest and accessible way!!! <3! 😀

    [I totally link this article to give people some understanding of who (and what) I am and what I represent, and I do so often. <3]

    *Infinite Love*!!! <3!
    Able Seaman Forth Class **OtterCatastrophe!!!** *waves* *bow* *stern* 🙂

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