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Who drives the vehicle known as you?

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m trapped in a Chinese finger trap. Who am I and where am I going? Am I a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend? Am I something else that has no identity in the 3D world in which my sons, my parents, my siblings and my friends live? Part of me tries to free my finger from the trap, the other part of me fights the inevitable release. Do I need to prove myself or can I just BE myself?

Wikipedia, Finger trap toys

Breathe, ….

Remember the phrase, “God is my co-pilot?”

When I was a kid, that saying was plastered on the bumpers of cars stuck in Miami traffic or flying low on passing lanes on the turnpike. Priests made it the subject of sermons. Youth group leaders sported the idea on T-shirts. It was something they thought was right. They believed having God as your co-pilot meant you were truly Christian.

I wondered, though, what does that mean? I’m still trying to figure it out. Maybe God shouldn’t be a co-pilot. Maybe He’s a Navigator. 

The Bible says this Navigator created us on the sixth day,

And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. Genesis 1:26, KJV

This section of Genesis is often overlooked or misunderstood. The explanation I present here is that the “us” the Creator speaks of is The Godhead, the Creator’s own male and female trinity, The Father, the Holy Spirit and the Son. That is the foundation on which I will build my argument today. It is, of course, open for discussion. I am far from being an expert.

Past attempts at explanation

When my Dragonfly Teacher was Erik, he taught us about the four roommates, An earlier blog of mine on this topic. (also, Erik’s own blog on the topic might clarify this for you, dear reader.)

In those discussions, we were being asked to identify the parts of our being that, in this human existence, sometimes (or maybe frequently) act as warring entities within us. The roommates, Spirit, Mind, Body, and Heart, make up the essence of us. At the time, his roommates discussions were fun and interesting, but the idea was over my head. I tried to understand enough of the idea to be able to internalize. It remained outside of my grasp, although still ever-present in my meditations. I think I’m beginning to understand this better, especially when I found the theory in the pages of the Bible, where mankind’s “image of God” is broken down into our Body, Soul and Spirit. As the Apostle Paul writes, we need to allow the three parts to work as one,

Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you entirely; and may your spirit and soul and body be preserved complete, without blame at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ (1 Thessalonians 5:23 NASB).

Wait. What about Mind and Heart? Where do they fit in? Could the Body equal the mind and the heart?

While St. Paul breaks it down into our own, human trinity, for St. Augustine of Hippo, the breakdown was two, only the Body and the Soul. My Dragonfly Teacher, on the other hand, adds one more. His Four Roommates theory adds to St. Paul’s Spirit, Soul, and Body by making the Mind a Roommate all its own.





Ugh. To tell you the truth, all of this confusion is an ultimate Finger Trap for humanity. Why should we focus so much energy on blaming the different parts of ourselves for our own misfortune, knotting up the strands of the will, the emotions, and the conscience, overthinking everything?

In my own life, the nightmare entity is the “Should’as” that dictate the expectations placed on us as we try to maneuver this existence. Like a template given to me when my Soul entered this Body, I have been trying to follow directions and stick to the model. But whose model am I following?

That’s easy to answer. My entire life I’ve followed the model dictated by that box that sat in my living room growing up. Whatever the movies or TV showed to be ideal, I jotted into my mind as a goal.

What drives me now

I no longer desire to be what society wants. Sometime during the past ten years, since my diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis in 2007, I found the mechanism that drives this body. I’ve tweaked it and fed it and polished all of those spots that had lost their shine. I knotted up the black snake that led to the TV and threw both away in some hot, arid dumpster in the middle of nowhere.

What I’ve allowed to become the driver of this human vehicle is not a driver at all, it is the knotted-up end of a heavy hemp rope pulling me. As I write this, I’ve discovered that I do not want to be the driver. In this life, I am powerless in what happens to me. (I know it sounds defeatist, but hear me out….) I am powerless and, in accepting this fact, I am freeing myself from the Finger Trap of this reality. 

I allow the Navigator to guide me now. For a brief moment, I believe I am not worthy,

…. I step off the edge of a cliff. Straight down I fall, as if in an invisible elevator, until the door opens and I tumble out to find my way back Home, because now I know the way.

My friends, any theory that creates a war within us only serves to separate us from The Creator. God only wants us to present the roommates as one servant. 

Back to Paul for clarification,

Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect (Romans 12:1-2 NASB).


This is not a task to take lightly. It calls up weeping and torturous pain as you analyze yourself and find your true Heart. In fact, many will not be able to do this. The most you can hope for, maybe, is for a happy life and a release from the Finger Trap.

Good luck, my friends,

The Dragonfly’s Student

The Healing Process

“Uncover your heart,” Teacher whispers. “It is time to dissolve the programming of the Ego mind.”

What? But I don’t really need to ask. I know by now. The programming of the Ego mind is what I call the “shoulda’s of the REAL world,” the world that binds us to the 3D. That 3D world is fading away, I am told. The 3D into the 4D, now dissolving into the 5D. The levels peeling away like the skins of an onion. It is time for the Now Moment of the Universal Heart and the healing process it allows.

Shrek said Ogres are like onions. We, also, are layered like an onion, each thin skin covering another thin skin until, eventually, our heart is uncovered — our essence, our Souls.

It is time to make the Impossible Possible. It is time to be healed, my friends. It is time to make our dreams come true.

The Dragonfly’s Student

The heart is the key

When you are being led by something in your soul, something that holds no definition in the real world, it will not stop calling out to you until you heed its call. That call feels as if you are being called by a Higher Power; that is because it is the truth. Accept that guidance. Follow your heart. It is the key to that kingdom within you wherein your Truth thrives.

It is difficult to write this; I have not taken to writing my deepest thoughts for a very long time because my focus has been on the physical path onto which I have been guided. At one time, the Dragonfly was my focus, my teacher, my guide. Once I took to the road, my guidance was all around me, in the three ravens that followed my travels, many times guiding my thoughts; it was in the weather that stirred up a storm when I took a wrong turn, then calmed when I turned back onto the correct road; it was in the eagle feathers that were placed in my path at the appropriate time to become another breadcrumb; it was in the interwoven olive trees that gave us shade, their plump fruits hanging off the branches of the female tree; it was in the lone black dragonfly in the desert symbolizing the blessing we had offered for the memory of a child taken too soon by a misguided man; it was in the lone elk standing proud in his being to welcome us to his land; it was in the flowers dotting the desert where they should not have been growing.

Along the way, I bid farewell to a part of me that could no longer serve me, a part of me stuck in an existence weighed heavy by the matrix all around. With heart-wrenching tears, I learned to study that part of myself that could no longer serve me and discard much of it. I recovered the beloved being within me and found my way back onto the path, the path back to the Essence of my Creator.

I recalibrated my energy, and resumed my journey. Then I lost my way. The signs and symbols guiding me became muddled. I still do not understand, but I have a strong faith in my belief that my Guidance is Divine. Still, I trudge through. Maybe I took a wrong turn, maybe the Guidance was misunderstood, maybe the road I was on took a detour because of delayed construction? Still, I trudge through.

Now is not the time to wallow in the mud of “What if.” Now is the time to grow stronger in our faith in the Higher Power that holds us in the palm of His hands. When confusion poppy-along-i-17reigns supreme, the time is ripe for new connections and new realities to take root.

I am like that lone poppy plant flowering along the arid Arizona highway, thriving off the minuscule atoms of water that help my seeds develop and blossom. As my heart reaches out for direction from above, I grow in my individuality, a blossom among thorns. I am strong. I am invincible.

For you, my friends, I write this to encourage your own travels, your own path to the Creator Essence. In my absence, some of you have discovered your own Higher Power direction. Some of you have taken to the path that burns in your soul. I congratulate you. I thank you. I welcome you to this reality into which we have chosen to develop.

Grow strong in that truth that burns in your heart. Take it on a journey within to reveal its essence. Become your own misplaced poppy plant and take root where the wind has dropped you. Please write to me and share your own journey. I would love to hear about what you have been doing to bless the burning fire within your soul.

Much love and Blessing to you,

The Dragonfly’s Student

The Parable of the Great Tree

When El Juglador and I wrote this story almost two years ago, I didn’t know what I know now. This story takes on a different meaning for me today. I hope you enjoy this re-posting.


The Dragonfly’s Student


Once upon a time, the Monkey King sat at the peak of the Great Tree that reached into the clouds in order to commune with his eldest son. “My son, you have grown of age. I must now tell you of your…

Source: The Parable of the Great Tree

We still have work to do …

(Okay, I know some of you don’t like when this happens. I can’t help it when the blog posts come as stories! See, they are not my stories. They come from a Higher Source.)

“The tide has turned,” he said. “Keep up the good work, my friends.”

The voice sounded like a trumpet, but I couldn’t see its source. I recognized its friendly lilt, though. It called my attention to his world and my eyes were opened.

I’m in the classroom again, although it’s not really the classroom. The student desks are gone, replaced by … well, nothing. The stage where Teacher’s desk used to be holds only a colorfully upholstered wing-back chair in which sits an old man. His right hand grasps the head of a cane. He seems to be a quiet man, sort of like Gandhi but larger, so much larger. And much more intimidating.

His gaze burns through me as he speaks.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the Dragonfly flutter onto a branch respectfully.

His guest continues, “Now, the question is, can humanity learn to find their own truth in the Grand Truth of the Creator? Too many have turned from the words set down for them in that Great Guidebook of their existence.

“They fight against the words because of the person behind the sermon or the judgment, but do they ever study the words? From my experience, I would say the answer is too often in the negative.

They should be encouraged to find their own Truth through the Word before they pass judgment.”

He stopped talking then, his gaze moving from me to a distant spot over my right shoulder. The silence continues. I have no words as my mind runs over the moment, the awe this man inspires in me, the respect he seems to inspire from The Dragonfly.

“You can ask me any question now,” he says.

But I can’t. I have no questions because as soon as one pops into my head, I know the answer. Immediately.

Then the right question pops in and I know the answer, but I have to ask. I have to get the truth in something more verifiable than my own thoughts.

“Thank you, sir. Forgive me for my ignorance, but what is your name?” I say.

His answer comes forcefully, “I am, I am.”

My mind runs this acknowledgement over in my head. I remember the words from the Bible, but I can’t believe my teacher has such Friends in High Places.

He moves his cane in front of his knees and joins his left hand and his right over the head, loosely linking the fingers of both hands.

“There is much to question in your reality, my child.”

I bow my head in shame, “but too many of us don’t question. Too many of us accept and fall in with the crowd or ignore because it’s too difficult to question.”

“Very wise words,” he says.

I glance toward him. He is now leaning back into the chair, holding what looks like a papyrus bible. The cane is leaning against the whiteboard behind him. But it’s not a whiteboard; it’s a wall of white marble.

“You have been taught that speaking about me is wrong and divisive. That couldn’t be further from the truth, although in defending your own truth, many disrespect the truth of others. That is not their place. I ask only that my children respect my wishes. Among those is the desire that they not judge each other. Neither themselves, it must be told. Judgment is only the tool of the Creator.”

My mind is blank. I can’t think of anything else to say. Then I remember The Dragonfly’s words about the tide turning.

“So if we are still wrong in the way we do things, if too many of us are opting for the divisions we see in each other instead of in the unity of the creatures on Earth, why did my teacher blow his trumpet about the tide turning?”

A sly smile sneaks onto his face, “Your teacher is a tad impulsive,” he says. “In a sense, though, he is correct. Humanity is awakening from their sleep. They are beginning to see that tear in the matrix that has become their reality. It is revealing the truth of my promise.”

He cradles the Holy Book in his hands and stretches it out toward me.

Instinctively, I accept his offering, not realizing the significance.

“There are still so many undiscovered truths that must be acknowledged, but something has changed.”

I kneel because that’s what I think I should do, “Will you tell me what has changed, where have you seen the change in humanity?”

He shakes his head, “The questions are over. You will find the answers in the book I have placed in your hands. Now, let he with eyes to see, see.”

The classroom suddenly disappears and I’m in my home again. The book, still in my hands, has become a little more portable. There are bookmarks throughout the book. I turn to one and find the story of Joseph in Genesis. It’s a wonderful one about faith and patience.

I guess I have some more reading to do. I’ll let you know what I learn.

Much love,

The Dragonfly’s Student

The Parable of the Great Tree

Once upon a time, the Monkey King sat at the peak of the Great Tree that reached into the clouds in order to commune with his eldest son.

“My son, you have grown of age. I must now tell you of your inheritance. This tree is our life force. Our family uses it for sustenance – its branches support us; its coverage protects us; its fruit nourishes us. But it needs us, as well. It is our function to protect it from parasites that threaten to kill.

“As is foretold, you must set out on your own before you can become king of your own tree. Along the way, there will be challenges. You will encounter danger, you will find friends, you will grow hungry. I ask you only to not take the fruit of the tree that is meant to nourish your brothers and sisters. Feed off the parasites that endanger our home and of the ripened fruit that has fallen to the ground.

“You are meant to be a great king, but you must prove yourself first.”

The Gingko biloba tree is a living fossil dating dating back 270 million years.

The prince bid farewell to his mother and his brothers and sisters, setting out on his own journey.

He descended the tree when the sun’s rays dawned at the ends of the forest. His first challenge came soon.

Woodpecker perched on a branch and considered the trunk near his branch before finally drilling his beak into the bark.

The prince interrupted.

“Hello, my friend.”

Woodpecker stopped his work, tilting his head toward the prince.

“Why are you pecking at our tree?” the prince asked.

“I peck because I am hungry,” said Woodpecker.

The monkey prince remembered the importance of this tree to his family’s survival. He knew Woodpecker was harming the tree. “My dear friend, this tree is home and nourishment to my family. Could you not find another tree on which to feed?”

“I know no other tree,” said Woodpecker. “To find another I would have to become an explorer, and I am not an explorer. I am a woodpecker.”

“Then join me on my journey. I seek a new tree to call my own kingdom. I would appreciate company along the way.”

Woodpecker cocked his head in thought at the prince’s proposal.

“We will eat of the parasites and the fruit on the ground, but we will need to protect this tree.”

Woodpecker knew this journey would be a different life than the one he had known until then. He wondered if he would be able to survive changing the journey in which he had grown comfortable, but, being a young male, the unknown attracted him, and he joined with the prince.

The second challenge came when the sun had reached above the treetop.

“I am hungry,” Woodpecker said. “Couldn’t I just drill right here for some sustenance?”

The Prince felt a rumble in his stomach and understood Woodpecker’s dilemma.

“I am sorry, but this tree feeds my family. We must not damage her lifeforce.”

Woodpecker clicked his beak in frustration, but remembered the agreement he had made with the prince.

“How about this fruit.” He landed on a branch that held a tuft of flowering branches that were too young to sustain his weight securely. “I know it is a little green, but it is still nourishment.”

The prince remembered his little brothers and sisters and knew that they would enjoy this fruit when it, and they, had matured. He did not want to rob his brothers of their fruit.

“We cannot feed from the fruits of others, dear friend. We must seek our own.”

Woodpecker knew this was true, for he had brothers and sisters of his own on the branches of this tree.

The two friends continued on their journey, eating only of the bugs and other parasites that threatened the tree and its fruit.

The sun dropped under the tree tops and the next challenge approached.

“It is time to rest, my friend,” the Monkey Prince said.

Woodpecker shook his head sadly. “I cannot, my friend, for I have not made my home. I have promised I would not drill into this tree, and that is where my kind sleep. We need protection from our predators.”

The Monkey Prince realized this was true. In protecting his tree, he had endangered his friend.

“I am truly sorry, my friend,” he said. “I must accept the truth that this tree is meant to share. You are allowed to burrow into this tree. I only ask that you not harm her too much.”

Woodpecker did as he was allowed, and slept soundly as the prince slept in the leafy branches. In the morning, the pair fed off the parasites Woodpecker had uncovered while making his nest. He did not feel bad for breaking into the tree, for he knew that Nuthatch would burrow into that hole after he left and protect the tree from parasites that may attack in his absence.

Monkey Prince and Woodpecker continued their journey, leaping from branch to branch, removing parasites along the way, until they came upon Squirrel, who had traveled down the trunk behind them.

“Hello, friend Squirrel, why are you here?” Monkey Prince said, for he remembered him from his childhood on the higher branches. “Is all as it should be among my people?”

Squirrel twitched his furry tail and smiled. “My friend, all is fine at home,” he said. “I have come to share in your quest, for I, too, seek to start a new life. I know you will need company to help you keep your new home healthy and strong.”

The prince embraced Squirrel and introduced him to Woodpecker. “We will make a fine home for ourselves, my friends.”

The fourth challenge approached as they traveled into the late afternoon. They grew hungry but did not eat because of the agreement they had made with the Monkey Prince.

A soft mist shrouded the sunlight as they neared leafier lower branches, which were so tightly woven as to hide the light that bathed the upper branches. In fact, there was so much coverage that the sun had been having trouble breaking through to nourish the lower branches. Some of the leaves were beginning to wither, and the fruit his brothers would expect as they grew was less than it should be.

“If these leaves continue to overgrow, they may harm lower branches and Great Tree’s health,” Monkey Prince noted the problem. “I believe we must pause to nourish ourselves on these leaves,” he said. “We must each select a branch and eat only every seventh leaf.”

As Squirrel and Monkey Prince busied themselves picking every seventh leaf on the tree, Woodpecker found nourishment off the leaking tree sap coming from a hole his father had drilled the year before.

When they had completed their task, the now-visible setting sun danced through the mist in a myriad of colors.

“I am ready to rest, my friends,” said Monkey Prince. “Will you be able to find safety for the night?”

“I have found an abandoned nest my father drilled years ago,” Woodpecker said. “I will be safe for the night.”

Squirrel, too, was prepared. “I have saved every seventh leaf I gathered. Some I ate. With the other leaves I built a nest. I will be safe,” he said.

Knowing all would be right for the night, Monkey Prince settled onto a sturdy branch. In the morning, he was awakened by Raccoon scuffling his way into the branches.

“Good morning, friend,” said Monkey Prince, stretching his long arms over his head in a yawn. “What wakes you so early?”

“I am not waking, but returning to rest,” said Raccoon, “for I am a night creature coming home from a long night of exploration. What brings you here?”

“We are also explorers,” said Monkey Prince. “We seek a new tree in which to build our homes and share in its existence. Would you be interested in joining us?”

“Oh, yes,” Raccoon said, “but I must rest first. I will find you when I explore tonight. In which direction will you be heading?”

Monkey Prince thought hard about how to guide his new friend. Just then, a fruit dropped from a nearby branch, bounced off others and finally settled on the ground, giving birth to an idea.

Knowing there would be more fruit on the ground, he said, “You will be able to follow the seeds we will plant on our journey.”

Satisfied, Raccoon curled into his nest. Monkey Prince woke Woodpecker and Squirrel. “We will be traveling on the ground now. We will need to find a suitable home in a proper tree,” he said, but we must make certain to set a path for my new friend Raccoon. The friends agreed to plant seeds at a set distance from each other.

Once on the ground, they fed from the fruit that had fallen to the ground before setting off on their journey. Then they followed the shadows of the trees, planting seeds in sunny areas as they had agreed.

In one sunny area, they found Green Snake sunning himself on a rock.

Curious, Monkey Prince woke him.

“My friend, I wonder if you can help,” he said. “Would you happen to know of a tree similar to this one where we can make our new home? We would be willing to share with you once we have settled.”

The snake coiled himself on his rock, made cautious by the intrusion. “I know of many trees,” he said, the word ending in an elongated hiss.

The others were hesitant because of their experience with snakes, but Monkey Prince persisted, his mood brightened by the snake’s admission. “I am looking for one similar to this one, but this one is my uncle’s home.”

The snake uncoiled itself and slithered to the tree’s roots. He slipped over and around the tree, returning after a short while.

“I know this tree,” he said. “I have sniffed the sap on others. You will have to travel a distance, but I believe it suits your purpose.”

Unable to follow at their pace, Snake pointed out the direction they must travel and promised to meet them at their new home. He, too, took the oath the others had made to only feed off what he must, and no more.

Woodpecker flew ahead to verify Snake’s information and returned to continue the journey as his friends’ guide.

After several days of traveling to the outskirts of the forest, they were awakened by a sweet-smelling mist one day. The Monkey Prince recognized the scent carried in the breeze. The tree was found that day, and, indeed, it was a fine home. The roots were healthy, the leaves plentiful, yet, not too crowded, and the strong trunk seemed to tickle the bottoms of the clouds.

The friends celebrated with a feast of fallen fruit, seeds, and parasites before settling into their new homes. There were truly enough limbs for each of them, including Raccoon and Snake, who made certain to do no unnecessary harm.

Over the years, the friends found mates and raised families that shared the fruits of the tree – its branches supported them; its coverage protected them; its fruit nourished them. They also did their part, protecting their home from parasites that threatened to kill.

One day, the Monkey King who had been the Monkey Prince sat at the peak of the Great Tree that reached into the clouds. His task, as had been his father’s before him, was to commune with his eldest son.

“My son, you have grown of age. I must now tell you of your inheritance. This tree is our life force. Our family uses it for sustenance – its branches support us; its coverage protects us; its fruit nourishes us. But it needs us, as well. It is our function to protect it from parasites that threaten to kill.

“As is foretold, you must set out on your own before you can become king of your own tree. Along the way, there will be challenges. You will encounter danger, you will find friends, you will grow hungry. I ask you only to not take the fruit of the tree that is meant to nourish your brothers and sisters. Feed off the parasites that endanger our home and of the ripened fruit that has fallen to the ground.

“You are meant to be a great king, but you must prove yourself first by retracing the steps of your ancestors, traveling through the maze that gives us life.”

The prince bid farewell to his mother and his brothers and sisters, setting out on his own journey, for what was, will be again in the great circle of life.

The Eternal Waltz

I am one within myself,

one being with the

essence of two

in my core.

Like koi in a pond, the yin and yang of my

central being

swim round each other,

head to tail to head to tail.

But there’s more to my human existence.

I am not just the fish in unity, I am as

vibrant snakes

coiling the human spine.

The two as one.

In jest, we speak of

the angel and

the demon

perched on our shoulders.

Not a fiction to fear, but a truth to admire.

Yin and Yang, immersed in the eternal waltz of unity,

search for acceptance and balance

of the twisting, never-ending spiral

that is the eternal good and evil of self.

What humanity seeks is full balance

of the evil and good within,

loving all and doing no harm

as a perfect, true balance of self.

Being one within oneself, accepting the two as one, is having a true existence.

Love yourself, my friends, and learn to make the devil and the angel work in harmony within yourself.

The Dragonfly’s Student