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Dragon Entry 1: Clouds

The other day, I had this realization that suddenly just made more sense to me.

Every morning, it’s part of my usual routine to walk my dog and feel the cold breeze of the silent neighborhood, the early birds chirping, the rustling of trees while I look around doing my weird little habit of finding random patterns, especially in the sky.

That morning was just perfect. There were lots of cloud formations, and I thought it might rain. But what caught my attention was that I saw a wolf, a feather, and this huge dragon.

As I was gazing at them (while my dog was busy sniffing around trying to find a spot to pee), an airplane flew by, right across the dragon cloud.

And then it suddenly clicked me. The passengers inside that plane, looking at those clouds from a completely different angle, probably wouldn’t see a dragon at all. And that got me thinking... How much of what we perceive is just based on where we are? Like, literally?

It instantly reminded me of Einstein’s theory of relativity and Schrodinger’s cat. But it wasn’t just that, it felt like a download of physics and quantum concepts I am familiar with hit me all at the same time. As if I was connecting dots and suddenly it made more sense... how we interact with this 3D world, and how we’re all kind of trapped inside our own point of view... our own little simulation.

By the way, my dog finally decided to pee at this point, and while watching him, I couldn’t help but wonder how he sees the world too. Like wait... does he think I’m a god? Or a servant? It does makes sense either way... But do dogs even really grasp the notion of a parent-child dynamic the way we do? Hmm... Okay, okay, I’m going off-topic, Ugh my Oc brain cannot. lmao. So going back....

From my point of view, I saw a dragon. From theirs? It could be something completely different, or maybe nothing at all. So, it’s not about whether the dragon is really there or not there. It’s about my perspective that makes the dragon real, at least for me.

Perhaps that airplane might've flown from another region too, possibly even a different time zone. So not only are we in different spaces, we're also, in a way, in different times, even if it’s just a few minutes or hours apart.

That led me down to this truth, that space and time are really just illusions. That what we call reality is shaped only by perception. What’s “real” to me in one place and moment could be totally different for someone else, even if we’re technically looking at the same thing.

The dragon exists only for me, but not for them, not because the clouds changed, but because of my vantage point, and I gave birth to a meaning and make its existence real.

It’s kind of crazy to think about it. Not just that scientific thought, but the fact that I was literally just walking my dog, watching the clouds and my surrounding and then all because of a dragon appeared in the sky, for me, or only for me, I'm questioning the nature of reality. Ha? And I was like… what are the odds that a random passerby, somewhere else under the same sky, might be thinking the exact same thing in that exact same moment?

Whew. Now that’s fckn wild.

Bitch, don't kill my vibe

Okay, I can’t stand the company of people who take life too seriously, like they’re allergic to humor and fun. Just straight up rigid, dry, and dull. So predictable. The kind that drains the life out of you.

I believe we're not our age, we’re our energy. And energy is contagious. That’s why some make you feel younger, more alive. I think it's their joy, childlike spirit, that delicious, divine consciousness radiating from within, they can’t fake it. Romanticizing life. Making magick from the mundane.

And then there are others who make you feel sick, as if they’re trapped in their own hell and curse. Like they are slowly dying inside and will drag you along with their bitterness and hate. Or some god complex carrying the burden of the world and try to always control things they can't. I'm not saying they're bad or wrong, Idk, I just don't mesh well with them.

I swear, even demons make better company.

I can see you, regardless

I prefer doing my own self-mastery. I don’t do shortcuts. I don’t care if I get lost or if it takes a lifetime. This is my path, and I honor it. The idea of fitting in or being put into a box repels me. I’ve rejected cults offer and covens that tried to invite me.

I’ll admit, I have issues with authority. Especially the kind that masks control as guidance or concern. The kind that acts entitled, like I owe them my existence. The ones who try to make me feel small, make me question my worth, to provoke a reaction, to compare, to compete, manipulate, and gaslight my reality just to siphon my energy.

I see exactly what you’re doing. Those projections don't work, babe.

So don’t come at me with your savior god complex. Don’t try to convince me that your way is the right and only way, or worse, invalidate my real-life experiences that shaped my perspectives. I’m not here to fit your narrative. Don’t ever think you can get close to me while refusing to remove your veil. I can see you, regardless.

Yes, you have the right to speak your opinion. You have rights, your opinions don’t. Your truth isn’t mine, not a universal fact, nor is it relevant to my reality. You don’t get to define me, because I’m constantly learning, changing, and shifting. I am not fixed. I'm fluid.

Either way, I’m just a figment of your imagination. That’s why I understand I am nothing, yet I can also be everything—depending on the lens that sees me and the concept someone chooses about me to project in their own simulation. And none of those matters, because just like me, you’re all illusions. I don’t need to validate myself to anyone, especially not to those projecting their own hungry shadows, too blind to see their own reflection.

You abandoned yourself. I’m sure you had your reasons, and trust me, I’ve seen what the abyss can do. Perhaps we can meet, but I'm not interested in the version of you that came back, swallowed by illusion, by the machine, the void, the tree, the myth, the mask. The one that returned rigid, performative, and calculated. I understand why strategy is required in games, but I'm not playing yours or anyone. I didn't come here to play, more like want to destroy it. 😏

If anything, I only like to meet the version you left behind. The one you think was too soft, too flawed, too naïve. The one you buried alive to survive. The inner child you killed because the world made you believe he had to die.

How cruel the world isn't? to make us forget that divine consciousness hiding inside a child’s heart, just pure awareness and being, before judgment, conditioning, ego defenses, and fear shaped the persona we came to identify with.

If I ever find him in another timeline, I’ll sit with him like a sacred thing, perhaps even hug him. Not because I need anything from him, but because he deserved to be loved and never forgotten. I hope you see him again, one day.