The Tail of the Ruby Dragon
Dragon Initiations – Activating the Flame Within Introduction to the Dragon Initiations The dragon initiations can be worked with in several ways. One can type or write the initiation out and sleep with the initiation under your bed/pillow. Or bury the initiation in your garden with a crystal or other meaningful talisman if you wish. Or you can place the piece of paper with the initiation upon it, under a crystal, meaningful piece of jewellery or gemstone/power object or place within your altar. The initiation can also be burnt outdoors (so energy is released into the ether) or one can place the initiation in an eco-friendly, non-toxic bottle or balloon and release it into the sea/sky. The initiation can be read out loud (especially directly before you go to sleep) or you can ask a friend or your partner to read the initiation to you. You can use the dragon initiations as inspiration into your own creative process or for ritual/spell/sacred ceremony in ‘calling the dragon’. Or you can simply read the initiation in your mind, just as you would read a story.
The keycodes and triggers will activate as they are designed to do. However you choose to utilise them will be the most aligned way for you. Whichever method you choose, these dragon initiations create a ‘focused intentional trajectory’, through dragon energy, into that which the keycodes and triggers are set to activate, which are memories and all that ‘memory’ entails. ‘The dragon’ itself is a high level frequency/form to use for focused trajectory as it is, in and of itself, an ‘event horizon’. The Event = The Return of the Dragon
Ruby Dragon Meditation
Behold. I am Eye, the ruby dragon. Guardian of the ruby crystal ray. Does it matter that I stand for matter? That which is formed in matter and the rearranging of the molecular structures to form matter. I hold the masculine codes within my male form for matter creation, and I provide the flames of the Ruby Crystal Palace within the Emerald City of Krysta. Welcoming you, seeker of the sun, traveller of the road to enlightenment, master dreamwalker and dreamweaver of the ascension arc. Know me, the red dragon, as you walk your path. Know the ruby crystal ray. Activations are provided through the inner story of self. As you read the inner story, you activate the inner chambers, the inner voice, the inner teachers and the inner valley brings you unto me, the red dragon. The inner-verse is the inner story. Many triggers, many stories, yet the ultimate trigger is yourself. The stories are yours, you are the author of your own inner-verse-story which makes you the architect.
Red dragon am I, majestic in my glory and strong in my colour ray as I sit here within my cave of gold and communicate with you, seeker of the dragon’s egg. Golden coins surround me, golden cups, golden jewellery set with precious gemstones. Golden nuggets, chests of treasure, bracelets, rings and necklaces. Yet the security I have in my riches, is it real? Is it an illusion? I ponder upon this conundrum as I create the flame-codes for matter. What good are these things if stilted and still? The treasures and the gold? Some say dragons eat their gold but is this true? I need my gold so I can fly and breathe out my dragon’s breath, that which is the flame of creation. I cannot eat my gold for it is not nourishment to me. I cannot play this golden harp for I know not the tune. I cannot wear the golden cloak for my ruby scales are all I need to keep me warm as I fly. What then can I do? I, ruby dragon, watch the pool of water before me. Crystal window that is the dragon’s eye. I see the seeker in the golden palace realm of their own making, like the bird in the gilded cage.
Sharing the seeker’s boredom, holding no enthusiasm or joy for these trinkets save the liquid light of the golden myst they hold. What can I, the ruby dragon, do with my riches? Oh help me seeker, what can I do? I know, I could buy a house! This would bring me security, would it not? Within the levels of ruby red matter and this dwelling would stand strong upon the clay beneath my feet. Yet… as I look around, I know the cave is all I truly need. It envelops me, for it is my mother’s womb. What good then, is a house to a dragon? I know, I could buy transportation. A car, a train or a spaceship! Yes, this would be good. I would be so powerful in my shiny vehicle on wheels, formed with the metallic matter from the ruby codes I carry. Yet, I have wings. Strong powerful ruby wings and I can fly anywhere with these wonderful wings and the steady balance of my scaly tale. What good is this transport to a dragon? I have all the transport I need. I know, I could buy warmth! A big, warm blanket to wrap around my scaly body. Or I could buy a heater to keep me toasty warm on the cold nights in the realms of that which is solid.
Yet I am a ruby dragon and the creator of fire, for that is my dragon’s breath. The flames I breathe out heat the rocks which burn and glow for hours. What good therefore are blankets or heaters to a dragon? Welcoming you, seeker of the sun, I shall give you my fortune! You can have my jewels, coins and riches. Please, gdear seeker, take it all and share it fairly and equally across the land. Yet before you take it, seeker of the sun, I place a spell upon these riches. Yes, I do. A dragon’s spell. Whomsoever shall feel the grasping coils of greed around their heart, whomsoever shall yearn for more and more and more, so that all is never enough for them, then the riches shall crumble as dust to the ground leaving nothing but a golden pile of sand. Whomsoever shall feel the dark shackles of power run through their mind and soul, for them the riches shall disappear before their very eyes leaving nothing but an empty void within them. Yet whomsoever shall need the smallest coin, the tiniest ring, the one bead within the necklace; whomsoever shall, in patience wait, for the gift that is theirs, they shall have all they need and yet more and all shall come to them.
For in fairness, they share the riches and shelter they have. Indeed, freedom to move around upon their land and warmth shall be theirs. They shall have food to eat, wine to drink and a cloak to wear. All they need shall not be denied. It is they that shall share their riches so others may so too have food and a cloak. Those with patience in their hearts and kindness in their eyes, these are the souls that shall inherit the magickal blessings of my golden riches. I shall call them the ‘children of the ruby ray’. They shall truly know me, the ruby dragon, and they shall know who I am. Indeed, these children are few within the mortal worlds of matter and all that is solid but they are there. The children of the ruby ray are there. Other children shall be begotten of their seed and they shall carry the codes of the ruby ray. These codes shall be passed down through the children of the ruby ray in the mortal world of mortality. Oh, would they only envisage the fractal world of fractality! I shed the tear of the dragon that they do not, yet my breath of both fire and ice shall cover all the lands when they do. The knowledge of me, the ruby dragon, shall spread throughout the land.
When this happens, then this shall unlock the ruby code and return the stolen royal ruby to its rightful place, for the children of the ruby ray will know where to seek and where to find and what to do. I, the ruby dragon, shall be unbound from my rock and freed from my cave and I shall burst forth from my mother’s womb. Once again I shall fly free like the dragons of old. Oh, what a time it shall be when the dragons again return to the skies. I shall look down upon the land of Agartha and see once again the flora and fauna thrive as the energy of the ruby ray guides me wherever I fly. You shall see us sailing high above the crystal palace rooftops within the Emerald City of Krysta, providing protection to the enlightened ones residing within their rainbow palaces below. Dragonriders shall thenceforth come from the children of the ruby ray and all the rainbow dragons of Krysta shall then seed their codes within the mortal realm. My ruby wings shall be provided whenever they choose to fly, for the dragonriders shall set us free. Dragonriders will fly higher and higher, riding on our backs towards the stargates in the sky.
Even whilst I, the ruby dragon, can go no further than the stargate’s edge. Indeed I cannot pass through the gate alone, riderless, but they can! Oh what blessings. They can! The mortals with joy in their hearts who, with assistance of their own forgiveness of self, transcend the earthly elements the gold collectors bring and fly beyond and further forward into other dimensions, through the other stargates and they take we, the rainbow dragons of Krysta with them! The seeker becomes the traveller and the dreamwalkers become the dreamweavers. I, the red dragon, stand always as their anchor, as their humble servant, waiting, waiting until I may be of practical assistance to them. Waiting until I can be unbound from the land. They shall bring the rocks to life and turn grey, lifeless stone into sparkling crystals. The dreamweaver is the one who weaves the dream, with knowledge of elemental life. Maybe dragon, unicorn, mermaid or fae, walking through the fabric of the dream with awareness. She brings to herself the meanings of that which she sees and thus she weaves the dream.
The dreamwalker is the conscious seeker along the path of enlightenment, expansion and ascension. Meeting these dreamweavers and dreamwalkers, children of the ruby ray, shall be a joyous merge of recognition for I, the ruby dragon, am the holder of the dragon’s egg. With all the riches and the gold and the gems that I have gifted to the mortals with pure hearts, the children of the ruby ray, none shall be so precious as the gift of the dragon’s egg. Within the children of the ruby ray I shall place a code, the ruby code. Whence such time as the sun does place it’s golden kiss upon those who hold the ruby code, then they shall know where to find me and I shall, in humility, grace and utmost joy, hand them the golden egg they seek and it shall be theirs. Come forward then, seeker of the sun, weary traveller.
See if you can shed your earthly baggage and rest for a while within the cave that is my mother’s womb. See if you can open your heart to the genuine purity and hold the wisdom of the innocent. If you can, my gold is yours and thus the ruby code. Then to those who marry and stand with their beloved, saying their vows before the rainbow dragons of Krysta, you shall be given the dragon’s egg, with the blessing and the love of all the elementals. The dolphins, fairies, pixies, gnomes, mermaids, unicorns and all of dragonkind shall rejoice at the giving of this gift. You, in wedded bliss, shall be the holder of the dragon’s egg, keeper of the flame and dragonrider of the rainbow dragons of Krysta. If you should make it this far, traveller of the dragon’s path, then nurture your egg with all the love of the mother dragon. You shall, in turn, have the love of the celestial dragons behind you, holder of the dragon’s egg. And when such time as the dragon’s egg hatches, all the multiverse shall be watching as you and all of dragonkind become one. Behold. I am Eye, of the Ruby Dragon