The holy boy has another name too. Until this other name was given back to him he couldn’t find his place in this world, the ordinary world of human beings and the earth. He spent his time between the worlds, sitting at the doorway unsure of his place in either world. Sometimes he visited with the woman whose soul he is but she didn’t know how to help him be here now in the ordinary world, she didn’t know how to open the door. Sometimes he came to the woman in her dreams, a holy boy in great pain bringing her gifts that she just couldn’t see. The woman knew the holy boy was there but she didn’t know how to open the door.
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.
Then one day the holy man with his spirit held the woman’s shoulders and sang love back into her heart making a space ready for the boy to come back home. Where there had always been pain and fear was a yellow boat of love and peace in the woman’s heart open to receive the boy home. So the boy came home in a dream but this time he stayed. He brought with him vast amounts of spiritual energy that the woman found difficult to accept into her body and he brought back with him very painful and difficult feelings and memories from his past lives and from his present life before he left. And still the woman didn’t know what to do or how to be with him. The woman’s spirits were full of joy that he was back, they wanted to have a ceremony to celebrate his return, a mark of transition they said. When the boy came back he recognised the holy man to be like him but he knew no others. And the woman was really a bit afraid of him, she felt his power and what he could see and feel but she wanted to keep him hidden, she didn’t realise it was gifts she was being given. So the boy stayed mostly in the spirit world, sometimes appearing to help with the healing never sure of his place.
Then one day more of the woman’s soul came home to her, a magic faery child and the woman’s spirit said ‘will you stay now boy will you stay?’ The magic faery child brought much magic and power back to the woman and joy unfolded into her life as the child within her was reunited with her soul.
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



