This page is only reposted temporarily in this form. The Dragons section is shortly to be split into three distinct sections:

Dragons: What they mean to me and why, including description of my Draconity.

Dragons: What are they?

Dragons: Other's views.

Dragons: What they mean to me and why.

Well, the info in this page was getting to say the least, a little dated, going right back to 1999, with an extra bit tacked on the end. So I decided to rewrite the page from scratch.

Well, I am certain that I'm far from the only one on the planet who has a significant interest in the creature which is commonly known as the Dragon. I am equally sure that even if you have not any real interest in Dragons, you have at least heard of them. There are however, a small number (comparitive to the total world population) of people, whose interest in Draconity goes far beyond general interest; to the stage where it becomes part of day to day life, part of the person. I am one of those people.

I can understand, that for many people, this will be hard to accept, how can anything affect you like that? Well, before I can clearly answer that question, I really need to explain a few other points. The easiest way probably is to take you through things from the beginning of what is commonly known as the Awakening, when the realisation of the link with Draconity was first discovered. I will endeavour to keep this page written in a comprehendable manner. If I fail, please feel free to make contrructive suggestions via the forum or E-mail.

Througout my life, once I was old enough to begin to understand such points as reincarnation, past lives, destiny and literature as a source of pleasure rather than something I had to put up with for school; I considered reincarnation as an interesting, if rather impractical idea. That view was however, changed very rapidly, very unexpectedly.

The date: 26.12.1998. The time: 19:27hrs. I was upstairs, in my room, listening to music on the new stereo system I had been given for Christmas the day before. I heard my mother calling me from downstairs, something about the film "Dragonheart" starting soon. After a brief moment of thought, I decided I would go to watch it, I was quite interested in computers, and wanted to see the CGI Dragon which I'd heard so much about. Computers were a new interest of mine, and I wanted to see what exactly they could do when used properly.

I settled myself in my usual lazy position in the most scruffy worn out, comfortable armchair in the room, and selected the relevant channel. Within the first few minutes, I did not really have high hopes for the film, it looked a little too average. About twenty minutes from the start, we have our first full view encounter with Draco. At that point, I knew that no matter how bad the plot, acting or anything had been, I would have had to buy a working video recorder and the video, just to see him, never mind the film. As it turned out, it wasn not too bad, quite good in fact in my mind. Could have done with being longer, but other than that, was good. Then of course, there's the ending. Why is in that whenever there's a great charachter in a film you can really associate with, 99% of the time, it's that charachter which ends up sacrificing himself/herself to save the kingdom?

When the film finished, I stalked off up to my roo, and actually cried, for the first time in some years; though only thirteen years of age at the time, I had normally a large amount of emotional control, but Draco's death realy got to me, it felt as if something precious had been taken from me. Though it sounds both stupid and harsh for me to say it, I felt more of a loss after seeing Draco's death, than I did when my cat was run over and killed on the road outside our house.

Once I got over the initial, unexpected emotional impact, I began to realise that there was "something" which my mind was not letting me know. I casually wanderd downstairs and outside, despite the fact that it was well past midnight. It took me some time, but I enventually found the constellation of Draco. For some time, probably a few hours most likely, I simply stood there, staring at it. Then, when the cold actually began to penetrate all the layers of clothing I was wearing, I went to bed.

When I woke the next morning, I realised suddenly that there was something amiss, I could remember places, places I knew I had never visited. The strange thing I found was that it was not as if I was driving past them or anything, Iw as seeing them from the air. I could see them in realtion also to landmarks I knew. Not to mention a couple of words which seemed like toal gibberish at the time. As it turned out, when I investigated further, I found that the places I had remebered, where actually there. I could only investigate those in my local area because my sole mode of transport was a forty year old push bike. it still is I might add.

This routine continued for about two weeks, just places turning up in my mind, totally un-expecetdly, and inexplicably. When things hit the three week mark, I made a major breakthrough, I realised that the memories I was finding, had a logical explanation, just not one I'd ever considered before: The memories were coming from another existance, possibly another life entirely. The memories were mine, just not from the life I am living at the present time. The reason I came to this colclusion, is that I suddenly realised whose eye-view I was seeing all this through, that of a Dragon.

Of course, this idea that I was a Dragon in some other existiance brought into play some pretty interesting ideas, possibilities and potential personal problems. The main problem was that I was trying to tell myself that I had been at some point, or was a creature which thoughout my childhood, I'd been taught was nothing more than a myth. Luckily for myself, I had always been pretty open minded, and had little trouble adjusting my views to fit new ideas.

Once I managed to believe myself, I came to another worrying "brick wall" in the process of coming to terms with myself. The fact that wasn't toally convinced that I wasn't going mad. You have to bear in mind at this time, I had no interaction with other people really other tahn those at my school (21 pupils, 2 teachers), and had no intenet access, only had my old Toshiba latop* at the time. Putting these rather negative thoughts to one side as best I could, I concentrated on coping with the move into secondary school (750 pupils), hoping that I might at least be able to exchange ideas with a few more people there. It was not to be however, being the only one moving up from my school, the experience was simply disconcering and frightening. I've been in that school five years now, and still no one there has sown up as one I feel I could explain this fully to. Well, that's not strictly true. There is one person, not a pupil however: My English teacher of all people. I'm not sure why, but she's just one of those people I find extremely easy to talk to, and I feel I can trust. I've explained the very basics of my "problem" to her and she understood. I felt much better for having done so.

It was when I finally managed to acquire net access that I really found out about Draconity in full, that it was not simply me along there were literally hundreds of perople out there with similar, in many cases even more severe effects. I owe the Draconic.com site, and the DraconicNET IRC network a great deal.

The part of my draconity, which probably caused the greatest confustion, and fear in my being was when I actually began to feel my Draconic form. It's commonly known that people who have had limbs removed often still feel them as if they are there, well that is the feeling I get. Only I do not get it from a removed arm or leg; I get it from claws, a tail, spinal ridge, muzzle, teeth, and of course, the part of the body which really defines the view of the Western Dragon, my wings. These can cause particular discomfort in crowded public places. School is a perfect example, in the narrow corridors, my tail seems to attract people's feet like a black car does dust. It's really as if the body is there, though there's nothing there that most people can see. I have yet to meet someone who can see people's Aura or anything like that. When I do, it should be interesting to see if they do notice anything. Would they see a black Dragon with a single narrow blood red stripe along his back? Or would it turn out to be something totally different? Who knows? I certainly don't.

In summary: No one knows which points I have highlighted here apply to you, if any, apart from yourself.