Author Archive: Patricia Lee
I’d rather chew my greens than juice them. It’s the satisfaction of working jaw muscles and engagement of the whole brain-body. Does this have to do with my reptilian brain and ancestors?
~ Patricia Lee
(author of S/He Dragon)
“…magic is the bloodstream of the universe.” ~ Willow, the movie
“..enlarge the pupil of the eye, so that the body with its attendant personality will no longer obstruct the view. Immortality is then experienced as a present fact…”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
S/He Dragon breathes fire from eyes seeing beyond this world of illusion and drama. When you look what do you see?
The aura, or energy field around you, is like a balloon and sensitive to its environment. Too many “holes” from negative energy within oneself or from others collapses the balloon. Be kind to yourself and others…don’t burst bubbles.
Lummi Tribe man gifts Seahawk Shawn Lynch his handmade drum. Drumming heartbeat of Earth Mother is part of our Salish Sea, 12th Man Spirit. Healing happens!
S/He Dragon breathes fire from the belly listening to gut instincts of intuition. Listen to fire and let it move you.
We swim in Soul Soup that swirls in spirals moving us in flow. We relate soul to soul through dimensions of multiple realities. All the parts want to participate in the Celestial Song; all the parts are consciously recognized for their contribution to this Dance of Life. Human consciousness can offer this “thanksgiving” and is why our bodies of matter do matter. Are we the only species that is conscious? Are we the only species designed to download Light to upload it intelligently? Isn’t this what plants do in their unique way?
I am walking with a man taller than I. We see a snake. It wants to get close to me and I freak out—a physical snake is much different than a mystical one. It wraps around my neck and I have to consciously work to stay calm.
I focus and attune to the snake. I feel its presence around my neck moving left to right, and then hear it make a sharp sound at and in my right ear. The man unwraps the snake from my neck very carefully because it’s tangled in my hair. He lifts the snake high. I think he’s going to throw it (men will be boys and boys usually torment snakes) but he gently places it on the ground. The man then strokes my head and neck.