
One day this woman met a holy man and her spirits said to her work with this holy man from him you will learn how to work with your own power, he has a power like your power, work with him and you will learn who you are. So the woman worked with the holy man slowly learning of the gifts she’d been given. 

And the boy stayed now, still not sure of his place but knowing the faery magic was also a part of him, a different power – white not dark like him but nonetheless a power like him. And slowly, slowly the woman was able to be with and feel the boy more as the magic faery child called more lost soul parts home connecting them all with her white thread.
And sometime around this time a Dragon came into the woman’s life. In meeting the Dragon the woman cried much tears of life as she heard his name, she knew he spoke the same language as her. A language that bursts forth in her when she is close to her spirits and the ordinary earth, another hidden part of her that she never understood until she met the Dragon. And then she recognised the language of the boy and felt through every pore of her body and soul a cry for unity, a deep surge within her yearning for wholeness.



And then a very sad thing happened the woman’s spirits told her to stop working with the holy man. The woman had no deep understanding of why but she did do what her spirits said. Her spirits told her ‘you will understand’ and invited her to connect deeper and deeper with her own power – which she was still quite scared of. The woman felt very confused and the mystical child within her was very sad because the holy man was her friend and she loved him dearly and his spirit. And then one morning in the early hours the woman was walking over the marshes in the white mist connecting deeply with the earth and she felt sad, 
Still the child within the woman was crying a river of sadness in loosing her friend the holy man and the river took the woman back to her original wound in this life where she had shut the door on the boy, the woman opened the door again and the boy walked through, tender and raw he stood in the centre of the open wound naked and vulnerable and the spirits gave him his name back, Dragon Lord. And the shy Dragon Lord, so dark and quiet, present here now feeling his face, he shows himself to the woman now sure of his place. The spirits gave the woman her life back, the opportunity to express her self fully standing at the centre of an open wound her heart open to life.

But still the mystical child within her felt deep sadness because she missed her friend the holy man she still couldn’t understand how it could be that he is not her teacher anymore. And her spirits told her he is your teacher, he’ll always be your teacher, he lives inside you in all that you have learnt from him, they told her you will work with him again and it will be different, but that time is not now, the time is now to deepen your relationship with your own power and bring your work into the world. But still she felt sad and her spirits said to her many times try a journey to the spirit of the stone he gave you and then one day her friend the Dragon said do the journey now so she did. 
After the journey the woman understood that she needed to become one with the boygirl, child within her, she also didn’t feel so sad anymore because she knew she hadn’t lost her connection to the holy man, it was just different, and also the woman felt a much deeper acceptance of her own vulnerability, she could see the child within her as her own teacher. And as the days passed after the journey the woman realised that the child was waking up the teacher in her, calling her own masculinity to wake up more and take his place. And this is happening.
“Dragon Lord who shall our students be?
hose who walk the same path as thee”
by a woman who lives in her story and tells it if it feels right
“Warriorship is a continual journey.
To be a warrior is to learn to be genuine in every moment of your life…
The ideal of warriorship is that the warrior should be sad and tender,
and because of that, the warrior can be very brave as well.
Without that heart felt sadness, bravery is brittle, like a china cup.
If you drop it, it will break or chip. But the bravery of the warrior
is like a lacquer cup, which has a wooden base covered
with layers of lacquer. If the cup drops, it will bounce rather than break.
It is soft and hard at the same time.”
Chogyam Trungpa



