earth energy – The Light Behind the Story

Although I am not a scholar of mystical beings and their origins, I can think of no creature more popular than the dragon. Dragons, and dragon-like beings, appear throughout history and across the globe. But where did they come from? And are they, in some way, real?

February 10th marks the Lunar New Year of the Dragon. Of the twelve Zodiac signs, dragon is the only “mythical” creature.

A “wood dragon” I encountered on the top of a sacred “dragon” mountain in New England

Spiritual texts and ancient books, as well as countless legends and tales talk of winged serpents and dragons. Sometimes these dragon-like beings are depicted as symbols of evil, and sometimes as forces of good. Gods and goddess adopt the form of winged serpent-like beings to bring forth creation, chaos, good fortune, and prophesies. Dragons and dragon-like beings adorn the coffins of pharaohs and act as guardians on ancient pyramids and temples across the globe. And, dragons appear in literature worldwide, sometimes as benevolent beings, and sometimes as evil forces to be slain. Somewhere along the way, Europeans added dragons to their religious images as powerful creatures that needed to be tamed and even killed.

Legend tells this is the hill where George slayed the dragon. The bare ground grows no grass because of spilled blood of the dragon.

In some ways, I am particularly fascinated by the Christian portrayal of dragons. Christian churches are often built over ancient sacred sites. Sites on Earth believe to hold powerful energy. Energy that some people believe comes from the dragon lines that run through Earth. These more modern religious structures often contain stained glass images or other artwork depicting dragons. Sometimes these dragons are being tamed by archangels or other messengers from God.

A dragon depicted on the ceiling of a hallway in the Vatican. The Vatican, like many churches, was build upon an ancient sacred site.

Dowsers and people who are sensitive to energy can feel and locate the energy lines that run through Earth. Although I am not a dowser, I often sense these lines of power running through me. As I mentioned in my last post, Earth is a living being, why should it not have energy lines running through it?

A naturally occurring rock dragon (and friend) in Bermuda

There are different theories as to how dragons came into our collective histories long ago. Some people think they were a result of the imagination conjuring up a mythical creature out of snakes, lizards or even the fossils of dinosaurs. Turning the ordinary into something magical. Like a unicorn or a centaur.

But, what if dragons really did, and do exist? Maybe not in physical form, but as a part of the land and its elements?

I thought this looked like a cloud dragon diving towards the lake

How many times have you looked at something in nature and thought it resembled a dragon? I seem to see them everywhere I go: in the stumps of trees, in the rocks and land that tumble into the sea…and sometimes they appear in the sky. But never do I see and sense them more than when I am in ancient landscapes. Here, dragon and serpent heads appear in the stones placed by our ancestors. They seem to watch over the land as guardians.

This cloud made me think of a fiery dragon diving into the hills of Ojai, CA

And, as I mentioned earlier, it is at the sacred sites of our ancestors where the energy of the ley lines, or dragon lines pass through and is often concentrated in vortexes or nodes.

I know people who purport to have close relationships with dragons, and some of them have undergone past life regression where they recall lifetimes of shapeshifting into dragons.

So what if these dragons were real to our ancient ancestors? Real enough to put dragons in their sacred texts and structures. And real enough to name the lines of energy in Earth dragon lines?

It’s been an emotional week as I process the energy of rebirth. In this time of spring, this is what I am choosing to call the destruction around me. On Tuesday and Wednesday, seven trees were felled in my yard in an effort to bring the unfiltered energy of the sun to my too-shaded home. There is mold my attic, there is green mildew creeping along the white edges of my siding.

You could say I put this off for too long, but each cut of the chainsaw was felt inside my heart. My love for trees extends back, I am sure, lifetimes, but my memories begin in my childhood as a little girl seeking happiness in a life of loss and new beginnings. When I was five-years-old, and beginning a new life apart from my birth father and extended family, I climbed the slender limbs of young maples to seek refuge and to find peace. Here, in the embrace of a tree, I found a joy that was often elusive on the ground.

All of us can benefit from the energy shared by trees. When I walk in a forest of trees, I heal my inner child. Sometimes I find myself laughing and skipping with joy. Sometimes, I sing and dance. I am alone, but I am not.

Trees, with their ability to live for hundreds to thousands of years, harbor souls of wisdom. Their roots mix and mingle with the energy of the underworld, where the Earth radiates love to bring forth life. The arms of trees bloom into canopies of green, harnessing the divine energies of the universe. Stand or sit with your back pressed against a tree’s trunk, and you cannot help but feel this powerful connection of energies. It is sacred.

Before the seven trees were felled, I visited each one individually. Placing offerings of found feathers, dried sage, and lavender at their feet, I whispered words of gratitude, and asked for forgiveness. With my body aligned with theirs, I felt our energies joined into the universal energy of love. Along with their forgiveness, I asked the elemental spirits who tend to the trees to rebirth their energies into new life.

It has been a week of rain and sun, which is fitting for rebirth. Today there is the sky exudes the energy of gray stillness – the aftermath of death, which is not death, but a pause as energy is recycled and repurposed. The only water that drips is from my eyes. Although I await this new life, and the sun’s healing rays, I mourn the loss of seven trees.