Dragon’s lust, calmed by nothing, coerced into forever collecting treasures without reason. Hear my carefree cry and perfect plea for sanity…

Take time out to still your soul, oh mighty beast of beasts. Rub your eyes so filled with dazzling doodads and terrific trinkets, as surely the accumulation of so many golds and goods for the sake of self-gratification alone has blinded you… Please seize the truth.

You have become your greed, agreed. You have become your lust, a must. Must accumulate… Must overwhelm…. Must maintain your misguided sense of power and wealth, delaying your date with fate. For whatever purpose once existed outside of your own whoring hoard and ancient agenda so long ago you’ve become so severely distanced from it all that you know not any longer what you yourself exist for. Yes, you have become your greed… And that’s all that you are now… All of those here who can see you for what you clearly are indeed agree and decree…

You are lost and drowning in a sea of objects, is this your objective? Yet you build your terrible tide higher still, your labyrinth of shiny things which you hold so very dear, but with total fear. Oh yes… You see, for it is fear that truly moves you, in all that you do here. Fear of not having enough to consume. Fear of not having the greatest hoard. But aren’t you bored? Doesn’t it get old collecting gold? With no clear purpose or intent in mind? No pleasant end in sight to sate you? Will you keep going until no mine or new thought is left at all? It does compile and weigh down on your heart, we see, it is your must crafted in lust that has turned you to rust, we know.

Your treasures are diminished because the one who is in possession of them is the ultimate diminisher, your towering power belittling all those around you. However possessed reflects and your acknowledged as obsessed, to excess. You feed on ‘valuable’ and ‘meaningful’ items, and they gratify you in turn, it’s true. But you forget… That beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you place beauty only in those things that other’s covet, but what do you yourself hold dear?

Yes… You know not what you covet yourself… You know not even how to convey what you hold dear… What subtly moves you is other’s whims and other’s judgements, it’s true. This happens in secret… You never knew, so I came to tell… It’s the only truth that will save you from your unending ignorant hell. Oh sophisticated and intelligent dragon of drag-ons who can always get their way, can you yet hear my plea for sanity?

You fed on these energies to sustain and amuse yourself, and you eventually became a shell, because you consumed only the appetizing appearances of things. Yes, they ‘appear’ to be valuable to have great meaning, but what you are truly after, as are all beings, is the heart within it… When you take away the dragon’s form, what is left of you? You’re favorite syllable does hide your truths… Your ‘s’ you use to hiss, you see, causes you to miss what’s going on. Again I declare a shell of thee, and without your ‘s’, behold, your hell in a shell is sung. Your hide so thick that none can touch, even your own scaled claw fails to reach any significant place against your own form. You have forgotten the pleasures of touch and connection as you exist with such an armor where none, not even yourself are allowed access.

You put too much emphasize on substance, and none on essence. Too much seriousness… Too much stress… And too much pressure… Have you forgotten how fluid life truly is? Are you aware that it is a ‘con’ to conform to anything else than the singing and dancing of your own unique heart-art expression? When is the last time you felt the beating rhythm of your own inner depths? The last time you flapped your wings not to win or to take, but to partake in the sensation of flying itself? Are you challenged, growing or evolving? Or are you withering and wasting away in a cynical system of self-programed decadence and decay.

Who is your friend? Just gold? But to what end? Does it make you happy? Make you thrilled, fulfilled or engaged? Or just enraged… You come back to your base with your loot and just as soon toss it aside and look for your next. But don’t you know your next may be your last? Why don’t you savor in the flavor of what already is, of what you have right here in front of you now? When is enough enough?

Someday soon, you will be slain. For the eternal light will come to reclaim… Maybe then, you will understand, as you come to stand under the weight of your demise and see clearly… ‘Stuff’ and ‘things’ has an odd kind of way of weighing down on a being until they are crushed beneath them… Making you heavy and lethargic… You are becoming increasingly slow, old dragon, and you know not why and have no explanation for this one, but I do… It’s the truth you refuse to accept… Perhaps I will make you my next target. If I must, I will. And I will have no qualms as I reclaim you as my ally in all of this once more.

Be light my forever friend. Be free. Because if you are not lifted from this spell soon, then yes, I say again, it will be I who comes to slay and save thee… With my secret sword I will revoke my ‘s’ as well to reveal the true power of energy and spell crafting, only the word remains. And it will be with insatiable intention and invulnerable words that I come reclaim and defeat your bane of selfishness to liberate you. Because when selflessness finds inner presence and stance within one’s soul, then an unrivaled equality and weight is getting to the self and all encounters and energies they could ever hope to find in this infinity of realms and dimensions.

These are the ultimate words that I use in an attempt to pierce your reinforced layers of regenerating ice… They don’t keep you safe or powerful, they merely imprison you in your own reality of eternal falling of inward greed… So please feel my presence and hear my words… Seek them not without yourself, but from deep within, where a piece of your sanity still resides… My cause is to stir your heart and move you from your slumber you entered millennia of years ago… My cause is for you, for I, and for everyone else… My cause is just because… For no good logical explanation or reason other than I love you… Despite all that you have become and done, yes, I still love you… Now, forever, always, and in all ways… I love you…
Come home soon~