Healing Power Of Dragons A Story That Can Change Your Life

The Story of the Dragon from Whitetail Island is a powerful metaphor for pain relaxation and designed to empower you let go of pain. It is narrated in an entrancing tone of voice that will lull you into a deep state of relaxation. As you listen and perhaps visualize yourself as the dragon, you will discover the power to adapt and make changes, to grow and to tell yourself a new, and better story where you can better deal with uncertainty.

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The story of the dragon from White Tale Island is a powerful metaphor for pain relaxation and is designed to empower you to let go of pain.

As you listen and visualize yourself as the dragon,

You will discover the power to adapt and make changes,

To grow and tell yourself a new and better story where you deal with uncertainty,

The only thing you can control.

This is adapted from Jake Hitchcock.

This story begins with a lair constructed with stone that sits high on top of the cliff on the southern part of an ancient island called White Tale Island.

It is way up high on this uninhabited land where the wind can be heard rattling through the trees,

On the island that surrounds the lair and where the waves flow fast and fierce from the ocean.

Up in this lair lives a dragon.

This dragon did not always live here.

He used to roam,

Illuminating the skies,

Wild and free,

Propelled by his own breath of fires,

Traveling vast distances with ease and grace.

But for a while now this dragon had not flown.

He hadn't felt the wind on his back or under his wings.

Instead,

This dragon had squatted in his lair,

Remembering a time long ago when his wings supported him,

A time when he was healthier and happier and he soared over the islands,

Speckled in the vast ocean seas.

Seeing all the amazing sights he used to see and feeling the freedom of gliding graciously through the air.

He was so much happier before he became grounded in the lair.

As he rested on the rocky ground,

Coiled under his wings,

He remembered how his wings had begun to fail him and his body became slower and less energetic.

It was a while ago that the dragon first began to realize that something wasn't right.

He noticed that when he needed to blow flames,

To eat or to scare anything away,

The flames appeared weaker,

Not as hot or ferocious.

The dragons even began to comment and notice,

Saying how he didn't see him quite himself.

And as the flames got weaker and weaker,

He slowly became even more aware of the other dragons talking with pity about him and saying how weak his flames were.

It became so bad that the dragon avoided having to produce fire as much as possible.

However,

As the dragon used his fire less and less,

He lost yet even more control over it.

His fire started to burn him instead.

It was something he only noticed slightly at first,

A light burn in the furthest part of himself.

But when he became aware,

Aware that his fire was starting to spread within himself,

He tried to adjust,

To compensate,

To find a way to soften the burn.

But it only got worse,

And the more he tried to produce flames,

The hotter his body burnt.

And the further he pushed himself to fly,

The further the flames spread within.

Eventually,

The dragon realized that he could no longer fly.

The fire just burnt too strongly,

Too hot,

And too fierce.

So instead of flying,

He stayed on the ground,

Helping the other dragons as best he could.

He would try to achieve his tasks,

But the more he moved,

The hotter the fire inside him roared.

It burned so hot that he would just have to stop,

Unable to move or even breathe until the fire cooled just a little.

Every day,

The other dragons flew away to hunt,

And left him there in the far corners of the lair.

The only way they could help him was to return late at night with some of the food that they'd caught.

They left his dinner at the entrance of the lair for the dragon to eat the next day.

The dragon stayed there for days on end,

Unable to move,

Unwilling to make the fire any hotter by trying.

At night,

The other dragons could hear him moving and roaring in discomfort,

Unable to sleep,

Unable to find a way to rest that would bring relief to the burning.

As the dragon struggled,

He began to prefer his own company more and more,

Withdrawing from the other dragons.

One day,

He decided he couldn't just sit and watch them flying away on their hunts anymore.

So he found the strength to seek a new home,

Not far from the top of the valley,

But on his own,

Away from their sad glances and whispered mutterings about him.

He didn't want their pity.

He did,

However,

Still need their help every night.

One of the dragons from the valley below continued the pattern of flying up to his lair,

Bringing food for the dragon to eat the following day.

The dragon didn't like accepting this help from the rest of the dragons.

Dragons are proud,

Noble creatures,

And here he was,

Surviving only due to the others catching and delivering food to him.

And all the while,

He was stuck in a lair with the fire inside him burning hotter than ever.

Most days after collecting his food,

He struggled to even leave the lair,

Too sore,

Stiff,

And cramped to even move.

One night,

After spending the day alone in the lair,

The dragon had a dream about the situation he was in.

In the dream,

He was totally confined,

High on the cliff top,

And found himself staring at the edge of one of the vast stone walls,

Feeling unsure of himself and his future.

Upon slowly awakening and remembering the dream,

The dragon gave a large,

Sudden snort,

Which sent steam curling from his nose.

He thought about how he ended up grounded in the lair and no longer able to help his kin.

He realized something was different about today and began assessing his surrounding,

Trying to discover what it was.

He swished his tail slowly while his senses explored what was new.

He could still hear the wind blowing across the island.

The dragon turned his head to face the entrance of the lair and roared in discomfort,

And the fire reignited within him as it did most mornings.

Again,

He looked around,

More slowly this time,

Trying to locate the source of the change.

That's when his sense of smell noticed what was missing.

There was no food waiting for him outside his lair as there was every morning.

He carefully turned within the cramped stone walls until his whole body was facing out into the blue sky beyond.

He sniffed at the air again.

There was definitely no food waiting for him.

The dragon tentatively took a step outside,

Turning his giant head towards the rising sun.

It was quiet.

His food was usually here by now.

He took another step and turned his reptilian head towards the sky,

Expecting to see a dragon descending with his meal.

Instead,

The sky was empty and as pale blue as ever.

With a huge sigh,

The dragon resigned himself to the inevitable.

If he wanted to eat,

To feed himself,

He was going to have to venture out to find some food.

He took a deep,

Steadying breath and slowly and painfully hauled his serpent body from the cliff top.

He looked around,

Deciding what to do if he should descend and need to go back to the valley below to get help from his fellow dragons.

The image of their pitying faces swam before his eyes.

No,

He couldn't face them and with a heavy heart,

He knew he must do this alone.

He would find his own meal.

He turned away from the valley,

Towards the forest in the middle of the island and very slowly and very tentatively landed and began to walk into its depths.

The forest was dark and a little eerie.

The trees muffled the sound of the wind.

The deeper the dragon walked,

The thicker the canopies became,

Blocking the sunlight from reaching the forest floor.

But the dragon was not worried,

Even with his fire out of control,

Nothing in these woods could hurt him or even scratch his thick scales.

So he explored deeper and deeper into the woods,

Groaning occasionally.

If he moved too sudden or too quick,

The fire always burned hotter.

As he moved further into the forest,

The various hues of his green dragon scales allowed him to blend in easily with the foliage.

The smells began to change.

The smell of the damp forest floor became more and more dominant,

Filling the dragon's nostrils until a new fresh scent was detected by the dragon.

The smell of food,

He turned his snout,

Sniffing deeply towards the scent and with his flickering tongue identifies it was indeed food.

And if his sense of smell had not mistaken him,

It was next to a source of water.

Getting hungrier with each passing moment,

He began to move towards the source of the smell.

As he got closer,

The sound of the water reached the dragon's ears.

It was not a pond,

As he suspected,

But instead a flowing source of water from a brook.

As his prey came into sight,

He snuck low to the ground to make himself as small as possible.

This was no easy feat,

And as he slithered slowly and quietly towards his prey,

It turned its head in his direction.

The dragon froze,

He knew he must act quickly,

So he jumped,

But as he whirled his muscles to move,

The fire screamed in his ears,

And he let out a roar,

A roar that made his prey dart with fear.

Dart speedily through the trees and out of sight.

Frustrated,

The dragon decided to take a drink from the water.

When he approached,

He could see that the water source came from a waterfall that formed a great lake that sat in the middle of a clearing in the forest.

He followed the brook,

And the water was flowing into the lake.

Gently swirling around before flowing onwards downstream.

With the lack of trees in the clearing,

The light was bouncing off the surface of the water,

Creating the most beautiful patterns of light,

Like diamonds magically dancing on the surface.

He walked over to the very edge of the bank and gently lowered his snout to drink.

It is often said,

In mythical times,

Dragons could drink magical water,

And their supernatural digestive system processes magic items more easily to gain as much nutrition and healing as possible.

As he took large gulps of refreshing,

Clean,

Cold water,

One of his talon feet began to slide down the bank,

Losing its grip on the soggy bank.

With a grasp of shock as the claw gave way,

The dragon's foot slid into the water.

The water was not as cold as the dragon expected.

He flexed his claw whilst watching it under the surface.

The water,

Unlike when he was drinking,

Was warm and pleasant,

Yet not hot or uncomfortable.

This was when he noticed that his claw was no longer uncomfortable.

With surprise,

He lifted it slowly from the water's depths.

It felt hot,

But not uncomfortable,

And this dawned on him that he could feel the fire,

The fire from the rest of his body slowly spreading its way back into the claw,

Heating it up once again.

Out of curiosity,

He plunged the claw back into the cool water.

Once again,

He felt the pleasant temperature of the water,

But so much less heat within the claw itself.

With another gentle push,

He lowered more of the claw into the water.

At once,

The part that was submerged,

Cooled,

And no longer burned.

Hardly daring to believe his luck,

The dragon began to lower his other claw into the water.

Again,

The gentle flow of water seemed to wash away the heat,

Almost making his whole claw and leg go numb.

This was not a cold,

Bad numbness,

But one of calm and peace,

A sense of relief.

The whole area was being soothed,

Cooled,

And free of discomfort.

With near desperation,

The dragon began to slide his whole body into and under the surface of the water in the lake,

Desperate that this feeling may continue,

Hoping that this water could cool the fire inside as it had with his claws.

There was a mighty splash.

He threw himself with all his strength into the smooth surface of the lake.

As the water hit his body,

And with the water clashing with the flames within,

Dousing the fire,

The fire that had been there for so long was easing away.

The dragon sighed in relief,

Rolling over and over in the water,

Trying to cover every inch of his scaly skin in the cooling liquid,

And just enjoying the deep sense of relief that came with every flame being extinguished.

He spread his wings as he rolled,

So that the cooling feeling could find its way to every single part of his reptilian body,

To every single place where the fire burned,

And to replace it with that cool,

Comfortable,

Cleansing feeling.

The dragon took a moment to just feel that sensation,

And to allow that sensation to travel in every cell,

Every fiber,

Every scale of his body,

Right down to the tips of his withering tail.

The cooling,

Healing liquid traveled from the very bottom of his claws all the way up his aching body,

Replacing the old aching feeling with one of ease,

Comfort,

And even strength.

And this feeling went all the way to the very top of his head.

The dragon again sighed in relief,

And he took a moment,

A moment to just enjoy this feeling of freedom.

For the first time in a long time,

He stretched out.

He stretched without fear of that fire burning him.

He felt cleansed,

Energized,

And free as he bathed in the water,

This elixir of life.

He felt the strength in his muscles returning,

His inner strength coming through.

He knew from that moment on that he need no longer fear his fire.

He could control it.

He could control it with the tools,

The magic healing that this lake provided,

The element of healthy flowing of water is at the heart of self-care.

He could look down at his own reflection in the water and see his fit,

Healthy image staring back at him.

The look of inner peace in his eyes,

The strength knowing he could be in control once again to listen to his own inner voice,

To his body,

To be able to function effectively without pushing himself.

He knew that if he did push himself,

That would cause the fire to burn hot once again.

He was never going to experience that feeling again.

Instead,

He would listen to his body,

Slow or stop when needed.

He was going to keep control of his fire and no longer allow it to stop him from getting on with the task of living.

The dragon knew he could control his fire with the help of this lake,

So he would never need to feel the burn again.

After a while of bathing and just enjoying the feeling of water on his back,

The dragon decided it was time to leave this wonderful location.

He looked around and memorized its location so he could find his way back whenever he needed or wanted to.

In this moment,

An idea occurred to him.

Could he maybe breathe fire once again?

He attempted to breathe flames,

But nothing happened.

There was nothing,

No column of flames to impress the other dragons.

But more importantly,

The fire that used to burn inside him was no longer there.

This is all okay,

The dragon thought.

It doesn't matter that I can't breathe flames like I used to.

I have control back.

I have freedom back.

He told himself,

I have control over that inner fire.

And with a newfound sense of confidence,

He spread his bat-like wings,

Testing their strength before flapping them harder and harder.

He could feel the air beneath them as they slowly carried his weight.

They carried his body off the ground,

Only slightly at first,

But then higher and higher,

He soared up above the heights of the trees.

Flying so high,

Checking he could find the lake from this height when he needed.

He soared back towards the direction he had traveled.

He soared back past his cliff-top lair,

For he was not returning there.

Instead,

He had spotted his real home.

The valley where his friends and family lived,

Where he would finally return to,

To become a part of their lives once again.

He knew that he would be able to look them in the eyes with pride.

Able to control his fire once again.

Able to share the skies together.

Able to help,

To hunt,

And to look after himself without their help.

He would now be able to help them as well,

Whenever he could.

And all the while,

He knew that if he ever needed to,

He could find that lake once again and enjoy the cool,

Healing powers of its waters.

As individuals,

We all place different levels of importance.

Not only in stories,

But the content and the context of these stories.

Some may hear the story and hear of wonderful adventures,

And others may hear an inspiring tale.

What everyone hears is a journey.

A journey of change.

That change may be more subtle or obvious,

Of great importance or less so.

It doesn't really matter,

Because we are all following the same story.

The story of continuous change.

Making changes and improving,

Learning and evolving.

Becoming better than we were yesterday.

And as we continue to evolve,

So we continue to make changes.

One constant,

Since the beginning of time,

Is change.

We are part of change.

And we are change.

Even if we commit not to change,

It is still happening.

And it's a change that we are a part of.

Other people's stories can help us see our own situation differently and uncover solutions for the change we seek.

When we see our story differently and feel empowered to make that change.

What is your story that you want?

You are your narrator.

You hold the pen and can write your own story.

I invite you to notice the change that we are constantly in,

Have been in,

And will be in going forward.

By accepting change and allowing it,

It helps us to add to our perspective.

And to understand and appreciate ourselves as we grow and flow with change.

I hope this story has empowered you to live your life fully,

To lead with wisdom,

And that you let insight find its way to you.

There is nothing certain but the uncertain.

When nothing is assured,

Everything is possible.

Thank you.

Reviews

This was soo relaxing, Lai, thank you. I love warm baths, too, ŵ Organic 🍎 Cider Vinegar ŵ Mother, Lavender Ess Oil. It reduces inflammation, easing pain. 🪷🦘

Lovely voice and message! Thank you so much for sharing 💜💙💜💜

I loved this. Part story, part meditation, and a very soothing voice. I listened after waking in the middle of the night. It helped me drift into a very sweet and magical sleep. Thank you!

What a powerful and relatable story!!!! Having MS this was very inspirational!

I loved being this dragon!

Fell asleep

I this story made it very clear, that life is uncertain. We don’t know what is going to happen in each minute. We have achoice to accept this or shrivel up.

Lovage these story’s. to believe in inmagic , still still at

Still at 80? Id a wonderful gift. Thank s.

Excellent! Exactly what I needed at this moment. 🕉🕉🕉