I just withdrew from the dragon magic tradition I was invited into a while back. I never felt truly called to it. It seemed a good path nevertheless, and I was asked repeatedly to stay by people I like and respect. For various reasons they felt they needed my presence in the group. I didn't want to disappoint them.
When I reached a point in the studies where I was asked to undertake a (solitary) initiation ritual, one of the steps went horribly wrong. I attempted to improvise and complete the task, and a member of the group later offered help to rectify the matter – but the incident shook me.
Eventually I decided to put the whole thing on hold while on my present extended holiday, and not even think about it. Not thinking is sometimes the best way to let the subconscious get to work! It suddenly dawned on me, as if spontaneously, that of course I shouldn't be doing anything spiritual that I'm not deeply called to – simple and obvious, really.
I feel relieved and peaceful – indicating the right decision.
It doesn't change the fact that I have my own connection with dragons, which dates from long before I encountered any dragon magic systems or teachings.
The picture is of a dragon figure I own, not directly related to any magical tradition.
I feel relieved and peaceful – indicating the right decision.
It doesn't change the fact that I have my own connection with dragons, which dates from long before I encountered any dragon magic systems or teachings.
The picture is of a dragon figure I own, not directly related to any magical tradition.
