The house was beautiful, with a small garden. Throughout the house were many beautiful objects. The magician was surprised to see how many dragons filled the house. He sat on a couch, and wondered what had happened to the enchantress. Where was she?
A middle aged woman entered the room, and sat on the couch. She looked into the eyes of the magician. "Tell me a story."
The magician looked around the room, not knowing where to start. Suddenly he realized the starting place was obvious… "An invisible dragon flew over London. He flew along the Thames, from Greenwich to Gabriel's Wharf. The dragon flew just above the water, causing ripples and spray to rise…" He told a story about a young girl, the only girl in the world who believed invisible dragons truly exist.
Whenever the magician told a story, he entered a kind of trance, where he connected with oneness. His stories always brought him closer to infinite love, and left him able to see more clearly.
He was in the house of the Goddess. We believe Gods and Goddesses manifest as epic souls, leading legendary lives, but this is false. The Goddess had manifested as quiet, middle aged woman living in a suburban house, drinking a cup of coffee on her couch. She spoke very few words. "It is not your destiny to have a human child. I want you to be the father of my dragon. You will be his creator."
The magician was a little taken aback by this strange turn of events. "Me? What would I do with a dragon-child?"
The Goddess was not pleased. "Remember your place, magician. You and I are not equal. You are a thought in my consciousness. Whereas I am eternal love…"
The magician began to pace the room, meditating on the situation. He could feel the infinite love of the Goddess, but still he could not fathom this unexpected twist in his destiny. The question remained in his mind, and after many minutes, with all respect for the power and wisdom of infinite love, he asked again. "What would I do with a dragon-child?"
The Goddess sipped at her coffee. "You will be his creator. What will you create for him?"
The magician imagined himself as the father of a dragon-child. He saw them adventure together, exploring lands and singing songs. "I will write him a song."
The Goddess realized this was the moment. "I will help you. Make believe you are a god, and I am your goddess…"
The magician was more than taken aback this time. He refused. "My heart is the sacred ground of the enchantress… To think I am a god, and you are my goddess, is to desecrate her sacred ground… I cannot…"
"I am infinite love. You are a thought in my mind. I am beyond you. Believe in me…"
The power of infinite love is immense. The magician believed, for an instant, for the nanosecond of time in which a subatomic particle moves from one universe to the next, that he was a god.
Music filled the house of the goddess. "Listen to your song, magician." The magician listened, hearing his vision of adventures with a dragon-child in the soul of the music. The sounds of mystical spirits seemed to encourage them onwards...
The magician did not know what to expect. "Goddess, when will he arrive?"
The Goddess sipped her coffee again. "The next life. This is not magic. This is a miracle. When you were mine, in the nanosecond of time when we were one, I realized who you are…
You are the dragon.
...In the next life, he will be your son."
The magician remembered the miracle of his 12 past lives.
He also remembered that he had never had children, and confessed his weakness. "Goddess, I do not know how to raise a child, especially an invisible dragon. It is beyond me. This life or the next, I cannot do this."
She did not express her displeasure at him once again flouting her will. But she responded with understanding for a human soul. "You are a great magician, nothing is truly beyond you. You can do this. Let me teach you." The magician nodded his head. "It will hurt." The magician knew lessons from the Goddess were torturous. He nodded again. "Are you ready?"
He understood again why being a magician, an illusionist, was so necessary in this new destiny. "Pain is an illusion. I am ready."
A piercing alarm sounded, wiping out the vision. The magician stumbled forward in the dark, and hit his head on some unknown obstacle. Pain exploded all around him, and he cried out. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He reached up, touched his forehead, and felt blood pouring down his face.
The house of the Goddess began to burn. The flames licked the walls and the ceiling. Acrid smoke filled the room. The magician began to choke. "Goddess…!"
He ran to the doors, to escape, and found all were locked. He wrenched the handle of one of the doors, and it broke off. He stared in disbelief at the broken door handle in his hand.
The Goddess stood peacefully beside him. "Cast no spells, magician. Not until the next world."
The flames grew around him, and inevitably his cloak finally caught fire. His skin burned, and he shrieked in agony. "Pain is an illusion!!!!" His body burned, and at the last moment, as the light of his soul edged towards extinction, he whispered. "Death is an illusion."
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