We were on a family trip near a coast, a lighthouse, and a large dome building. The first trip, we only remembered it but weren’t living it, and we remembered together that the dragon lady of the south called ethereal cams from her sleep, and we were supposed to put her back, but she kills and eats you if she touches you, and she was tortured by holding captive and locking people away. This year we wandered to the dome structure made of glass and wood, and the floor was beach sand. She came out, and we remembered that last year we got her to calm down and not harm anyone because we healed her; she had a rash above her breast, on her arm, and on her neck. When we healed her, she was kind and helped us and went to sleep. This year, we were called out from where we were. We were set up in this large round-type house and kids loved to visit there, that day there were a lot of kids and they all wanted to bathe and somehow we ended up with 12 showers and some were even hidden on both sides of the showers so that every was able to shower at the same time. The kids found those hidden showers, then somehow we remembered they were there after we found them, but these showers were a little different; they didn’t have privacy glass on them, and I think that’s why we didn’t use them. But when everyone said it doesn’t matter, then it wasn’t a problem. There were sooo many toys everywhere from the kids.
After the last person got in we were in the dragon lady’s area where I dealt with her myself then we dealt with her together, every time we dealt with her we would have new challenges and our individual battle with her would be quicker then we’d do it together and then more joined, the final was all our generations together. In the first battle, as a family, we thought we had to run and then fight, but we won by helping Ethereal. The second battle was the dragon, which had the head of a woman, her eyes were like burning sulfur to look at, her body would change sometimes from a woman’s to a dragon made of a red cloud, and her legs like a fish tail if they would appear. During the whole battle, we would be trapped in the dome until it’s over, it’s over if someone is taken away or if she is put to rest. During the second, we were able to clean her by guiding her behind us while she chased us through what would clean her, and when we came to the light and she saw herself, she thanked us and left. The third battle with all our generations, the vets, the Jews, while in the dome we worked as groups separately but knew what each other were doing in the other groups so that we could coordinate our moves and when we’d met up we would know what to do together. This last battle took all of us working simultaneously within our own groups together and as a whole together and I remember every language speaking being heard and by all the languages the dragon understood and stood still so we could heal her chest and her throat.
Afterward, we asked the older generation about the dragon, and they laughed and said Pay attention and look at its names. It means the one who knows what bonds and loosens families together and we knew we would see it again if there was a problem in the family. Then we were shown the start of all problems in one moment, we chose not to have the situation instead of living through it, and instantly we were at peace without a battle.
The womb is that protective cave we come from, where we learn, where we grow. Into what we will become, where we are cared for and fed and know only one thing, the lonely open road, where we become familiar with how to get around and how much we can move.
The womb is where our direction and our carrier meet so that we can be created, a place prepared beforehand, brought together by fertilization and agreements. Where we learned to exist in their world before we are birthed into a new, a whole new set of dreams and visions and senses and a whole universe of space to explore one stage at a time. We are all super truckers out of the womb. Some of us are still in the womb, and while I’m in the womb, what is said by those outside of it is muffled and misunderstood because the language Skill hasn’t been acquired yet. And what is said by those in the womb and heard by the outside is misunderstood because the languages of the past are forgotten.
We get hurt when we think all the voices that enter the womb are from our caregivers, where we’re supposed to be taken care of. We misunderstand the bumps and loud noises because it colors the boundaries that we don’t want to know about but without that image we won’t know what to recognize as the danger zone.
So then we learn to react by stepping back or forward or to the side, and it begins a dance that gives dimension to life and contrast to our image and riches of wisdom and joyful appreciation for a peaceful, fulfilling life, restful sleep, and a love for eternity.
