On a rocky ledge, very high above the beautiful valley’s floor, a warrior dragon reared to his full height while blowing fire and sticking forth his pike at the hovering assailant. Undefeated in combat, fearful in appearance, he was transformed instantly into stone by the twinkling rays being projected upon him by the valley’s guardian. Many thousands of years ago, before the earths poles last shifted their magnetic alignment, in a land which is now covered with ice and snow but was at this time green and wondrous, there were lands of dragons. Today, we no longer understand who dragons were or how they lived, but they were really very much like we are today. They lived, loved, and died in their time and in their ways, just as we do now. They all spoke a common language, lived under a government with laws, had their social norms, taboos, their legends, religions, their wants, needs, and dreams. Oh, they could fly of course, and when war and hate reared their ugly heads among them, fire was indeed spewed forth from the warriors, but by and large, they were of a gentle nature, unless they happened to be riled up in some cause or another. Today when we think of dragons, we visualize something that differs from the way they really looked. Their faces were more like ours . Their wings, separate from their front arms, had a mature span of some sixty feet in width. Their bodies were somewhat like ours, although their front arms and necks were longer. They also had a covering of metallic scales, with fireproof fur and feathers in protected areas. The hands of these splendid creatures were also somewhat like the human hand, except that the outside areas and knuckles had a hard metallic scale and fur covering which was useful when walking on all fours. There was a type of hand on the end of their tails, and they also had hands where we now have feet. So many things about these wonderful creatures have been lost to the annals of time.
That must be the key to this puzzle, Ogg thought quietly to himself. All of the brave warrior dragons who have gone before to find the city of Mu have girded themselves for battle and set out with the spirit of war, and therefore hate, high upon their minds. What if the other spirit should be chosen to reach this elusive goal? What if a dragon were to approach the quest with love foremost in the mind, feeling and acting just as if he were entering into his father’s house, rather than going forth to battle forces that could turn one into stone? But when the mighty monster guards come at me with their frightful eyes and horrid sounds, can I look on them with the spirit of love and keep the fear in me from bringing forth my spirit of war and hate? Will I be strong enough to be calm and loving and not let fear and other emotions set rise to my warring spirit? How could I make myself feel warm and loving to these powerful frightening creatures and not do the natural thing of responding in kind when facing the war spirit being set upon me?
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On a rocky ledge, very high above the beautiful valley’s floor, a warrior dragon reared to his full height while blowing fire and sticking forth his pike at the hovering assailant. Undefeated in combat, fearful in appearance, he was transformed instantly into stone by the twinkling rays being projected upon him by the valley’s guardian.
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That must be the key to this puzzle, Ogg thought quietly to himself. All of the brave warrior dragons who have gone before to find the city of Mu have girded themselves for battle and set out with the spirit of war, and therefore hate, high upon their minds. What if the other spirit should be chosen to reach this elusive goal? What if a dragon were to approach the quest with love foremost in the mind, feeling and acting just as if he were entering into his father’s house, rather than going forth to battle forces that could turn one into stone? But when the mighty monster guards come at me with their frightful eyes and horrid sounds, can I look on them with the spirit of love and keep the fear in me from bringing forth my spirit of war and hate? Will I be strong enough to be calm and loving and not let fear and other emotions set rise to my warring spirit? How could I make myself feel warm and loving to these powerful frightening creatures and not do the natural thing of responding in kind when facing the war spirit being set upon me?
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