The Invisible Dragon Adventures

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2022-02-01T07:51:00.003+01:00

Welcome to the dragon adventures.
I am a magician.

My son, the invisible dragon, adventures far and wide, meeting people like you.

He tells me his stories. Magical stories.

I hope these stories help you to find magic in every moment of your life...

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The Dragon and The Butterfly

2022-01-31T01:00:00.001+01:00

The invisible dragon lay asleep on the grass, dreaming of other worlds. He slowly came out of his blissful reverie, and lazily opened his eyes. He thought he saw a spec on his enormous nose, and he reached around with his very long tail to flick it away. Then he froze. The spec moved.
He saw the beautiful wings of a tiny violet butterfly gently open in front of him, so slowly. The dragon dared not move a muscle, he was so enchanted by how beautiful she was. He didn't want to frighten her away. Without warning, the butterfly flitted away. “Wait!” The dragon called after her, barely able to follow where she darted.
The butterfly turned and zoomed back toward the dragon, hovering in front of his eyes. “Me?” Her voice glistened like tinsel. The dragon stumbled to talk to her. “Don't fly away!” He was embarrassed by how her beauty was affecting him. He bluffed a response. “Do you want to fly with me somewhere?”

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She flitted to the right, then left. “A dragon and a butterfly? Fly together? Why?” He didn't know what to say, and didn't answer. She responded again. “OK! Could be fun. Where to?” The dragon thought of where he was heading. “I'm flying across the Mediterranean. Want to come?” She darted left again. “Sure. Never been there.” “Great!” As he spoke he moved his enormous head, just as she flitted down. He bumped her. “Ouch!” He realized he had better be careful with this tiny, beautiful butterfly. “Are you alright, beautiful butterfly?” The dragon was gazing at her with a very concerned look on his face.
The butterfly was a little confused by the behavior of this enormous invisible dragon. “What did you call me?” He was suddenly embarrassed again. He mumbled, so she could hardly hear. “Beautiful butterfly...” He quickly returned to the topic, to mask his chagrin. “Are you alright? I bumped you...”
She hesitated, trying to understand this very unusual creature. “I'm fine. You hardly touched me. But please be careful with me, dragon.” He was relieved. “Of course I will, beau...” He cut himself off, but she knew what he was going to say. “Do you really think I am beautiful?” She flitted, enjoying the attention he was giving her. The dragon spoke slowly, and told her the truth. “Yes. Your violet wings are filled with sunlight, and your voice glistens like tinsel.”
The butterfly liked what she heard. “Where did you say you wanted to fly to?” The dragon was gazing at her, then remembered he should answer the question. “Rhodes. It's an island on the east of the Mediterranean.” Then he balked, and tried to hide his reasons for asking her. “There are lots of nice butterflies there.”
The beautiful butterfly was not so sure about the idea. “That's a long way for someone like me. You're enormous. You fly fast. I wont be able to keep up...” The dragon was silent, then he had an idea. He plucked a large leaf from a palm tree, and folded it so it had a space big enough for the butterfly. He showed it to her. “I've made you a little cabin to fly in. I'll hold this, and you can come along for the ride.”
She flitted and darted around the leaf cabin to check it out, then gently settled inside. There was enough room to spread her wings, and she could see out through the opening. She felt nice, being in a cabin made especially for her. She darted out and flew up to the dragon's face. “I'd like to go for a test flight, please Mr dragon.”
The dragon was elated. “OK” She darted back into her cabin, and he beat his enormous wings and they lifted off. She had never experienced something like this. He flew so fast, and so high. It felt so dangerous, but she loved every moment. Flying with a dragon was amazing. Overwhelming, but amazing.

They landed again, and he looked curiously at her in her leaf cabin. She looked wonderful, her violet wings against the green leaf. “Well, did you like it? Were you OK?” She gently opened and closed her wings. “I think I would like to go to Rhodes with you, Mr dragon.”
So they flew, and she was so amazed how it felt to fly with a dragon. They flew so far, so high, much further than butterflies or birds or people fly.
He seemed so peaceful, gently beating his wings as they zoomed across the sky. Such an emotional contrast to the overwhelming rush that filled the beautiful violet butterfly. He began to bank downwards towards a small spec of an island below. They landed with a gentle bump and the dragon unfolded the leaf cabin. “How are you, beautiful butterfly?”
She darted and flitted, looking around the island. There didn't seem to be anyone in sight. “Is this Rhodes, my dragon?” He liked the way she called him my dragon, but he thought she might think him silly if he said so. So he just answered the question. “Not yet. Just a place to stop along the way. We're on an island no-one knows about. No-one lives here, it doesn't even have a name.”

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It was a wonderful, mysterious looking island, full of rocky outcrops and strange plants. The butterfly flitted to a small stream nearby and drank a tiny drop of water. The dragon lay his head down to enjoy the sun on his back, and closed his eyes. She darted back and rested on a small branch near to him. His gentle breathing blew across her wings, which made her feel nice. She waited for him to open his eyes, which he did a few minutes later. “Why are you looking at me like that, beautiful butterfly?” He was a little dozy, and unselfconscious.
She flitted a little closer. “Thank you for bringing me here. This island really is beautiful.”

He folded the leaf into her cabin and she gently floated inside. Then once again he rose into the sky, and they continued across the heavens and over the sea. They flew for many miles, across blue water and over islands and countries. From time to time the dragon raised the little butterfly in her cabin up to his face to see her enjoy the breeze as they flew. Then, randomly, he stopped and hovered in mid-air. “What is happening to you? You were so full of life, beautiful butterfly, but something has changed. Are you alright?”
The tiny butterfly gently opened and closed her wings. “Didn't you know? Butterflies do not live so long. I hope I will still be with you by the end of our flight. But maybe, my time will end.” He had forgotten the evanescent mortality of a butterfly. The news hit the dragon like a rock, but he refused to let this beautiful butterfly see his heart ache. “We will see Rhodes together, you and I, beautiful butterfly.” He saw her open and close her violet wings, so slowly, as they hovered a moment longer. “Thank you, my dragon.”
The dragon made a short dive to pick up speed, then turned toward the east and zoomed onward across the sky above the Mediterranean sea. They passed by delicate clouds that cast fine shadows on the clear blue water. The sea was dotted with rocky islands, some with glistening white beaches, other with craggy ridges and peaks.
As they came into sight of the Turkish coastline the dragon began to coast down toward the largest island. There were small towns dotted here and there, and a large city at the northern tip. The dragon flew over the city to its harbour. He held up the butterfly in her leaf cabin. “Do you see it? This is Rhodes.”
She was enchanted by what she saw. “It's so pretty. Please, my dragon, take me down.”
He banked gently and glided down to a crystal white beach. She felt the same bump as before when they landed, and was glad to have reached their destination. The dragon unfurled the leaf cabin. “We're here, beautiful butterfly.” To his dismay he saw she could barely lift her wings.
But she turned her eyes toward him, and whispered. “I saw you in my heart and my dreams, my dragon. Thank you for bringing me here.” The tinsel in her voice lingered, then faded. The sunlight left her violet wings, they drooped lightly, and she was gone.
The dragon lay the leaf on the sand, and gazed at her lifeless delicate body, wondering what to do. The gentlest wisp of a breeze crossed the beach. As it touched her wings, her body lifted off the leaf. Before the dragon could react, she was blown away forever. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He couldn't stand it. He soared high into the skies, with his emotions boiling in him until they flamed forth from his mouth and nostrils. The people below thought they saw a small meteor, or other astral phenomenon. The invisible dragon breathed fire, visible fire, poured it out from his heart.
He called to the Goddess. “Why? Why Goddess? Why do you create her so beautiful, then take her so soon? Why?” The Goddess manifested, and hovered next to the dragon, keeping pace with him. The wind rushed through her long streaming hair. She waited for him to slow. He looked at her with confusion and aching in his eyes. “Why my Goddess? I don't understand...”
She swept around in front of him. “Dragon, you are the greatest that I have created. You are better than this. I gave you a heart, and dreams, as well as eyes. I gave you three dimensional vision. Appreciate my gift. Look closer.”
The dragon shook his head. “But she was so...” The Goddess vanished as he spoke. Exhaustion and confusion were taking over the dragon. He tumbled from the sky, and crashed into a rocky crag near the Turkish coastline. Still out of control he slid sideways down its north face, leaving a wide wake through the growth. The roar of destruction filled the air. Finally, at the foot of the crag next to an old road, he came to rest. He lay there dazed, with his head spinning. The forest around him slowly returned to silence.

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He opened his eyes a long time later, and waited for the haze and glare to clear. The image of the butterfly was still with him in every thought. The image mingled with the words of the Goddess. I gave you a heart, and dreams, as well as eyes. Appreciate my gift. Look closer. He barely moved his head, and stared at the haze. He could see the vagaries of the light around him. Gentle flickering here, and then there. He watched transfixed as the flickers moved in curves, and his eyes followed the curves.
Look closer. The light around him flitted, and darted. It was her. “Beautiful Butterfly, is that you?” He waited, listening to all the sounds in the forest around him. “Me?” Her voice glistened like tinsel. The dragon raised his head and followed her light. He knew it so well, the sunlight of her violet wings that had enchanted him a few hours before.
He cocked his head sideways. “Did you come back?” The invisible, beautiful butterfly flitted and darted. “I never left, my dragon.” They gazed at each other for moments. “I was waiting for you to find me again.” She flew closer to him. “Touch me.” He reached up, and placed an invisible talon where he saw her. The forest filled with a wonderful scent, like flowers in the wind. “I have to leave you now, my dragon.” Her words caught him unexpectedly. “What? Wait, why...?”
He trailed off, knowing there was nothing to say. “I have a gift for you.” The tinsel in her voice shimmered, and the sunlight from her wings grew brighter... ...and a beautiful creature appeared in the air. Small and delicate, like a butterfly, with a long body like a dragon, and wings, wings with 3 beautiful stripes running their length. The dragon butterfly hovered, not seeing the invisible dragon, or his mother as she faded.

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The dragon watched as the creature began to flit, then dart away. He looked around, mystified by what had happened, but so glad that he had seen her one last time, with his heart and his dreams. He lay down exhausted, and dreamt of other worlds.

Marmaris, April 2010

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The Dragon and The Turtle

2022-01-30T02:00:00.001+01:00

A story with an absurd beginning and a mystical ending, all about an enchanted life

The invisible dragon, while flying somewhere over the Mediterranean, had gotten lost. He had left the Turkish coastline behind a few hours ago, happily flying in the sun. And, as sometimes happens, he now had no idea where he was.

He spotted land, a coastline. He saw cities and a large river, so he followed the river a short way inland. He swooped down to try to find out where he was and perched near a small tributary.

Who to ask for directions? People were a bad choice, most of them made a ridiculous fuss the first time they met an invisible dragon. Any other friendly creatures about?

He saw a clump of earth shift a little near one of his talons, so he craned his neck to see what it was. A very small turtle scrabbled out from under the clump, and timidly peered out of her shell.

The invisible dragon knew turtles were very shy, and if he spoke to this tiny turtle he would probably frighten her. But he wanted to know where he was. So he whispered, as gently and softly as he could. "Tiny Turtle…"

The tiny turtle looked up. She was certain she had just heard a voice whisper to her, but there was no-one and nothing around. Was she hearing voices in her head again? Hmmm, what to do…

She answered the voice. "Is someone there? If you are real, say so. If you are imaginary, welcome to my world..."

The dragon was not exactly sure what to answer, so he simply spoke the truth. "I'm very real, tiny turtle. I am an invisible dragon. I'm standing over you looking down at you, but you can't see me."

This was turning into an interesting day. "An invisible dragon? Looking at me? Oh! You were the bump that I felt, that was you! You made the ground shake a moment ago when you landed."

The dragon assumed the tiny turtle was right. "I suppose so. Can you tell me where I am? I got lost earlier today, flying over the Mediterranean…"

For the tiny 5-year-old turtle this was like a dream come true. For years she had experienced visions of mystical beings, and that she lived in a fantastic world filled with dragons and spirits and legends. And all the while she lived her day-to-day in the mud of the great river. And now… here she was… a turtle… talking with… an invisible dragon.

Wow.

The dragon was waiting for an answer to his question. The turtle was gazing up at him, with a far away look in her eyes. She seemed lost in some kind of reverie.

He waited a little longer, then asked again. "Tiny turtle? If it's not too much trouble, could you tell me where I am?"

She shook her little head a moment, to bring her attention back to the dragon's question. "I'm so sorry, dragon. It's just… nevermind. …You're in Egypt. The big river over there, that's the Nile."

The invisible dragon was grateful, he could now fly onward to his destination. "Thank you."

But he wasn't ready to leave yet. He was curious about this dreamy-eyed turtle gazing up at him. "What is your name, little friend? You're not shy like other turtles…"

A smile creased her little face. "My name is Rose. I'm very pleased to meet you." The faraway look returned. "Today I met an invisible dragon. Wow. Thank you…" She looked at his invisible face, or at least where she thought his face would be. "I don't know your name. What is your name?"

The dragon looked off into the distance. "It's dragon. Just, dragon."

She took in a little breath, to take in the moment more deeply. "Thank you, dragon." They smiled at each other, although she could not see him smile.

She continued, a little overwhelmed by the moment. "I live in a world of my imagination. I bleed music, breath love. I'm 5 years old, and every day, as long as I remember, I dreamed of meeting a being like you… Do you know, my life is quite magical! I'm building my own realms in my imagination..."

Then, the dragon felt her sadden, as she spoke further. "Which is all fine… but the real world bites. I'm a turtle, living in the mud by a river. That's the real world. You will fly away now, I will spend my days in the mud and wet." A wistful smile. "But I am so grateful I met you."

The dragon was unsure what to say. What would his father, the magician say? The dragon made a guess, and replied to his little friend. "The "real world" is just an illusion. Let it bite, and watch it fade like mist. Your precious 5 year old heart will beat on…"

The tiny turtle felt a wave of universal love pass through her little heart. The magician's words were like that. "True, through the mist it fades away; pain of an illusion passes to nowhere... All that we see is but a dream within a dream."

Now the dragon felt a wave of admiration pass through his enlightened mind. "You choose your words beautifully. Truly, you do."

Rose the turtle decided then and there, for the first time in her life, to share with another soul what passionate visions possessed her inner being. "Great dragon, before you fly onward, may I share a secret with you?"

The dragon was very curious. "You are the most unusual turtle I have ever encountered. I am very curious, what secrets you hold…"

She took a little breath, for courage. "Dragon, I feel my powers hidden in the heart of the earth; I am trapped; I must set my power free. You see... I dream of being human. I dream of talking with people, everywhere. You say my words are beautiful… may I admit to you a small vanity? I know my words are beautiful. I feel it in every sentence and phrase and verse in my mind. And if I were human, I could share these beautiful words with other souls… Maybe, I would be a writer, with readers to share my dreams!"

And then, in that moment, the dragon saw her reality bite deep into her soul. "But I am a turtle, an absurdly small creature that lives by a river. So my dreams of being human possess me every moment, while I spend my days and nights in the mud."

The invisible dragon felt a tightness in his chest, around his heart. But dragons don't cry, so he did not shed a tear.

The little voice of Rose the turtle came to his ears once again. "You had better fly on, good friend. I'm certain you have a destination, and I know it is not my little corner of the river…"

The dragon hardly knew what to say. But the words came to him at the moment he opened his enormous invisible wings. "I'm glad I met you, my precious little friend. Keep dreaming, this is your light."

Rose felt the ground shake a moment as he lifted off. She called out to him. "I believe so…"

...Part 2
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A search for family

2022-01-29T11:26:00.000+01:00

The invisible dragon flew beyond the Aegean sea, onward to Olympus on the Turkish coastline. He spotted the Oracle gazing into the flames of her eternal fires, and swooped down.

Without looking up, she addressed him. "Welcome, good friend. What brings you to the Oracle on this fine evening?"
The young dragon had thought long about his question. "Do you see a flaw in my father? Is he not a true magician?"
She gazed deeper into the flames. "I had not expected such a question."

For the first time, her supra-conscious vision had not foreseen his query. But he knew from past experiences not to voice his youthful surprise. "I ask you with the greatest respect for you wisdom."
After a time, the flames offered a response to her. She turned to the young dragon, and observed his invisible responses in her heart and her dreams. "Your father is able to wear many masks, like an actor. The masks are all illusory. But beneath these masks he is a true illusionist - a magician."

Many thoughts passed through the young dragon's mind. The Oracle read each of them, impressed by how maturely he now stepped beyond youthful emotive responses to ask the question worthy of a true answer. "How can I see beyond these masks?"
She realized the limit of his wisdom lay at the border of his own true nature. "Just as I see you. You must look at your father with your heart, and your dreams."
The dragon spread his invisible wings in preparation to leave. "Thank you, great Oracle. I will do this."

He soared homewards across the eastern Mediterranean sky… then suddenly halted in mid-air, and turned around. When he arrived back at the Oracle's lair, he found her with a gentle smile on her face. "I was expecting you to return."
The feeling of intimidation which he had often experienced in her presence returned. He ignored these irrational feelings, and asked his question. "Who is she, the Enchantress? Is she my mother the Goddess, in human form?"

The Oracle gazed into the flames and saw immediately the answer. "When you see him clearly, you will see her clearly. You are a mystical being, you must see clearly through the mist to understand the answer."
The young dragon gazed back into clouded memories of the Magician and the Enchantress. "We have journeyed together many times, to many places. They are no longer the people I thought they were when I was younger."
She looked back at his invisible face, and saw the simple confusion of a child unsure about his relationship with his parents. "What you thought when you were younger was nothing more than your imaginings. What is true about her?"
The dragon hung his head. "I don't know."

They sat together in silence, the old woman and the young dragon. She knew he was not ready for the answers, so she made idle chit-chat. "Your father can clarify the truth so well. With a wave of his magical hand visions of the truth appear for anyone who cares to see and hear it."
The dragon nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. "She has been like a mother to me." He smiled invisibly. "I call her 'my queen' because she laughs when I say that…"

The Oracle saw new auras dancing around the flames that lit her lair. "She is neither your mother nor a queen. She is focussed on her task, to help you fulfill your destiny."
After several moments of silence, the dragon realized she had answered his question. "Thank you, great Oracle."

As he rose into the sky she returned to gazing into the flames.

The invisible dragon soared onwards, towards the rising sun. The light grew brighter and brighter, and then he heard her voice. "You are my greatest creation."
He looked all around for her, but she had not manifested. "Goddess? Where are you?"
Her voice came to him clearly as the sunlight streamed all around him. "I will always be with you. I speak to you in the wordless language of your heart."

Invisible and filled with the power of the sun, he soared further and further, higher and higher. His mind was very clear, until a misty memory sparked into a question. "What was my father like, before you met him?"
A silent, wordless vision appeared in his heart. Then her voice came to him, to explain. "He was just a young storyteller, who told simple, beautiful stories. He had love in his heart. He let passion flow through his soul …and into his stories."

The invisible dragon never, ever heard the voice of the Goddess again. But he knew she was always all around him, in every moment that he traveled through the loving universe. Sometimes he saw her silent, wordless visions in his heart. When he was young, he would ask the Magician what these visions meant, and his father would tell him wonderful, passionate stories filled with a love of the universe and of humanity.

As he grew older, and wiser, he interpreted the visions for himself. And he began to tell stories, stories of his adventures with magical people living on our blue planet. His father wrote down the stories…

The Dragon Adventures.

The Invisible Dragon Adventures

Welcome

The Dragon and The Butterfly

The Dragon and The Turtle

A search for family

Dragon Encounter

The Deluge

The Dragon and the Fairy Godmother

The Red Crystal Goblet

Karina

The girl with the magical name

The dark side of the princess

Experiences

Gone fishing

The Doorman

Simple steps

Flying

Isabel's first spell

How to make an Invisible Dragon sing!

Cold November Days

Not many people here in Paradise

The lovers

The red-crested robin

Christina BraveStar

The Steering Wheel

A Child of the Sun