To ride on dragons is to move effortlessly between seemingly disparate worlds.

                      (from Part 1 of
                      Riding On Dragons)

There was a time when I knew nothing of riding on dragons, when my world of Thought seemed to be the world itself. Then I rode a dragon and didn’t know it.

I was shown another world, a strange world in which Thought gave way to Perception, and Thought then seemed less faithful. Suspended between two worlds, I floated, drifting in a weightless void, unable to plant my feet, until I saw them not as separate worlds but as different realms of One world.

Then dragons took me to other realms (though I still knew nothing of riding on dragons).

In the realm of Feeling I was told to follow my heart. But Thought and Perception would have their due. “Just a minute,” they said, “Isn’t it equally as foolish to follow the heart without the mind as to follow the mind without the heart. And isn’t it also foolish to regard either as holding anything other than what you yourself have created and encouraged to thrive.”

In the realm of Psyche a deep valley was revealed, inhabited by wise and gentle ancestors who murmur from a distance. I strain to hear them, but know that they watch and intervene in ways I do not sense. Thought, Perception and Feeling now seemed to arise from an impenetrable well of influence.

In the realm of Spirit I found the guidance of a Divine Friend whose wisdom and care are unfailing when I approach with sincerity and with willingness to listen and heed. But I am sometimes uncertain whether the wisdom that I hear is the voice of my Friend or an echo from some other less trustworthy realm.

I have visited each of these realms often enough that I find my way within them, as if each were a country in which I feel at home.

Each realm of this One world exerts its pull on me, and I can become mired in any of them or torn between two or more. Although I find my way within them, I do not move naturally among them; they often appear as unique spheres enclosed by veils of my own construction.

But now I know that of which I once knew nothing: the veils are pierced by riding on dragons.

When riding on dragons I comprehend One.