Dragon Lines Part 2

Happy Summer everyone! 

They Wait, watercolor on paper, © Zuzanna Vee

I awoke with information, so I felt it was time to get to the part two of my Dragon Lines blog post.

I didn’t recall this info until I went for a walk along the Creek near where I live and then it all came back. 

Yin Dragon energy flows along winding, meandering creeks and rivers, and can become stagnant in lakes and ponds. Yang Dragon energy flows along the straight Leys. When they interface either by crossing or other means, this is a powerful, balanced potential.

I have also been noticing the occurrence of water in the sights where Dragon energy is powerful; springs in particular. Also that of fault lines.

The third report I wanted to share is from Ivy, a friend for whom I was pet sitting while she and her husband were in Puerto Vallarta, on the West coast of Mexico. She emailed me that Puerto Vallarta was on a Ley Line. So, I emailed her back very briefly about what I was involved in with the Dragon Lines and sent my blog containing Daphne’s and my first conversation about awakening the Dragons.

In the meantime, I found Puerto Vallarta on my world map where I’m charting the Dragon Lines I discover through synchronistic means. I have four good contenders presently. I know that Ivy had plans to travel to Chichen Itza at the end of the year, so I was curious what the extended line would look like using these two points of reference.

Puerto Vallarta is on the 20° N latitude line, and Chichen Itza, in the Yucatan, just happens to be, too! To the West, Honolulu (21°), and eastward through western Africa, so is the Richat Structure (21° N), which, for my money, is the most likely location of the capital city of Atlantis. Further east, the 20º parallel is 3º north of the city of present day Hyderabad, India, a place known to be the location of some of the ancient Mahabharata story. Interesting.

So, without further delay, below is Ivy’s report, again in her own words:

In the cabana today, listening to the ocean waves. How did we get so lucky? Resting on a bed, an actual bed with pillows, by the beach. Private pool, water hammocks, crystals. A sun deck above us. Stick figure on the speaker. People walk by selling tapestries and jewelry, a waiter checks on us twice an hour. Crazy happy jet skiers out there. A sailboat on the horizon. Salt air. Andrew and his camera, savoring this day. Tropical plants and a private bar shielding us. Going inward a little.

On the night of the lunar eclipse, June 10, 2021, we had a long dinner at La Capella overlooking the Parish of Guadalupe and an ocean sunset off the coast of Puerto Vallarta. Lamb and lobster and violinists. They played John Lennon’s Imagine by request, and I cried a little, from happiness or nervousness. It was an emotional night, after a bottle of wine, and we almost had a fight talking about the social media “cancel culture” going after Mother Theresa. It was ridiculous. Puerto Vallarta is on a ley line, and the energy is very give give and take, as we experienced in the coming days.

The following morning, rose early to meet a boat and go to Islas Marietas, to see the Hidden Beach. The beach is inside a hole in one of the islands, maybe was the result of test bombing by the Mexican government but not confirmed. It is only accessed by swimming through a tunnel, its origins kept mysterious. 

The pontoon literally slams over the waves in a jarring rhythm the whole way to the island. My stomach in hard knots, holding tight to stay in the boat. Only slowing for a couple of sea turtles in a tangle on the surface, later a view of the island, and between these pauses, slowing a little to pass through a pod of dolphins. Hundreds of dolphins, leaping over the waves for miles, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It seemed limitless, and seeing their freedom as my own body felt like a nauseous trap, I envied their carefree oneness with the ocean.

When the boat paused for a view of the tunnel into Hidden Beach, the knots in my stomach suddenly rose like a fist so powerful and immediate, I threw up on my husband before I could reach the side of the boat. Every wave of sickness was a complete loss of control, sick the rest of the day, and the journey from that moment is hazy. Give, give, take. It is normal for me to be seasick, but this was beyond the norm for me. Overwhelming, and the anti-nausea medicine couldn’t touch it.

Thankfully, Andrew took pictures and videos of the islands, sparse rock formations and prickly vegetation, uninhabited except by sea birds and smaller unseen creatures. What were those luminous blue fish, electric in the coral? Seeing them another gift, and I paid for it by throwing up even while snorkeling!

Every day, Puerto Vallarta gave more color and kindness, every night excellent food and sunsets over the water. On Saturday, June 12, we visited Guadalupe Parish, saw a baptism, celebration of new life, and bought a beautiful opal, like a small prism containing the spectrum around us.

As we were calling a car about to leave the old town area, a young mafioso invited us into his air-conditioned shop. Of course, I don’t know if he was a former gangster, but he had the vibe. Maybe it was the lion head marquee signalling us to show respect, to follow him inside. I gravitated almost immediately to a bead-covered deer made by the Huichol people, a collaborative craft that doesn’t seem to individualize one artist or maker. The intricate shapes on the body of the deer have meaning, symbolizing the eye of god, of life and power, and the deer itself is messenger of the gods. We ended up buying it, carrying the messenger with us. 

That evening, we saw Mayahuel, an acrobatics show based on a Mayan goddess myth. Trampoline and seesaw stunts, a man spinning a solid wooden table with his feet, and all the natural elements in the performance, especially fire. Also, all the love and carnal in the show was impressive.

Home now, thinking about that Sunday in the cabana, our sanctuary by the beach, and how that protection seemed to follow us into the evening. Dinner at the Sea Horse, another ocean view, sunset hidden by clouds that night, and Parish Guadalupe opposite, terra cotta rooftops and green canopy of trees lining the hills beyond. By 8pm, we had the place to ourselves, as though we’d rented the restaurant and hired a waiter and personal chef.

Placing our dinner order evolved into a long conversation with Jorge, our waiter, about the French journalist Rael and the idea of extraterrestrial guardians. How did we get on that subject? Andrew mentioned his brother had studied archeology and was on a dig in a tomb when he got chills and an overwhelming sense he did not belong there; that none of them should be there disturbing that ground. 

This story prompted Jorge to tell us about a time when he was intensely studying the writings of Rael. One night, he encountered a huge man in the street. The man was a giant, and his arms seemed overly long, something odd about his shape. Jorge said he was afraid but too curious and forced himself to approach. He spoke Spanish to the man, no response, English, no response. Finally, the giant man turned toward him, and it was the eyes that gave him away. They were too large in proportion to his face, too different from any other man’s eyes. It was terrifying for Jorge, and he froze or was in a daze. Before he knew it, the giant had walked away. Jorge followed, but the man turned a corner and seemed to disappear. Jorge said he felt the giant’s presence after that, following and protecting him, but never saw him in the flesh again.

It’s hard to explain the love we received that night at dinner, in the people. The meal was a journey through greens, lamb, seafood soup, and mescal, and it was like the Milagro hearts of Puerto Vallarta were incarnate in all of us. 

The next day, when I saw a giant in the church square near the Sea Horse, I wasn’t surprised. It was just a man, a head taller than everyone else, not an alien as far as I know, nothing strange in his eyes, but still, a giant.

All day, Andrew was sick, his turn to purge on our last day in Puerto Vallarta. After receiving that sacred meal the night before, he couldn’t keep anything else down. Give, take, receive and repay. As Victor Hugo said, paradise is a shadow, but what are the odds we meet a Mexican waiter with a story of an alien guardian in this version of paradise? From seeing dolphins to God’s messengers, did any of it have something to do with purging and ley lines?

Other News: Daphne has postponed her third Dragon walk in Crete because extreme temperatures and the danger involved in being outdoors for extended periods at this time. She hopes to continue in September.

There is a lot of energetic activity at present with amazing synchronicities, meetings with remarkable women, and inner and outer work being assigned. This is an exciting time. Stay safe, be authentic and follow the wisdom of your Heart. Would love to hear from you if you have anything to share.

Blessings,
Zuzanna
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The Dragon Lines

Sougia Dragon, watercolor on paper © Zuzanna Vee

My first post on this subject included an hour’s conversation with my friend Daphne who began a series of Sacred Walks in Crete where she lives. The intent was specifically to awaken the Dragons and their energies. It was made known to me that this is a step in the emerging Goddess, the new paradigm. Watch this first conversation here.

So much is happening and so fast. Do you feel it? It is challenging to keep up with it all and to manage the intensity of feeling. As our solar system continues through the photon belt of Alcyone, our Mother Sun and the central sun of the Pleiades, we are experiencing a big difference in sunlight and frequency on Earth. This Light is altering us and helping to awaken those on that trajectory.

Several women I know, me included, are feeling a nexus point for this July. Something big is unfolding. 

I am including a half hour conversation with Daphne as she reports on her second Sacred Walk in which she also got a lot of information for her third, scheduled for June 26th. There may be five in total.

Another very important video is a compilation of clips from a recent transmission group session with Eileen and Eduardo. There is vastly important information in this video, also 30 minutes, but specially, a mention of Ley Lines and one of their purposes. 

It is terribly exciting what we are waking up to and I can barely contain myself some days. I have made catnip, passiflora, and red rose tinctures and began taking them in an effort to keep a calm, peaceful feeling rather than the overloaded revved-up feeling that pours through. There is often a pause for breath, but they are getting shorter and shorter just now.

I also have two other reports of interactions with Dragon Lines by friends of mine other than Daphne. These happened organically, and naturally. They weren’t expected.

The first is my friend, Florentina, who lives in the heel of Italy. I had told her about the European Dragon line I’d recently charted and that it ran up the centre of the boot of Italy, not far from where she lives. She went to an area that she felt was a sacred place north of her with the intent to awaken this stretch of the Line. I include her report below in her own words with editing only for brevity and clarity:

I almost didn’t go on this trip, because I didn’t feel “worthy”, or ready, to take up such a huge job of awakening the dragons, or unblocking the Ley Line etc. So then I decided to just go and pray, check it out, enjoy the trip, and see what comes back with me. No pressure 🙂

I went on the trip with my partner. It’s a 2 and 1/2 hour drive, coasting the sea, and the last bit you climb up the mountain (around 800m altitude) and it was breathtaking to see the sea from up there; the day was sunny and warm and the sea was of the most amazing blue. What I particularly loved were all the hundreds of olive trees that grow just near the seashore, creating this amazing green “blanket”.

Just as a background (that I actually discovered today doing research), the Gargano area (the “spur” of the boot) was an island many years ago, and it slowly merged with the continent, but the flora and fauna are very unique. It is placed on a tectonic line, and its grounds are created by pressure.

On the top of the mountain there is this small town built around the sanctuary; very nice medieval town, the Basilica was very beautiful though extremely minimal in style and when I descended in the grotto, that is the actual sanctuary I could feel this extremely potent energy and immediately started crying. I didn’t stop crying until I went away. I did stop to pray, to listen to the silence. I also saw the altar of Saint Francis (the one who would speak to birds), who did not enter the cave because he didn’t deem himself worthy enough for such a holy place.

How can I describe what I felt? I felt like a little child, I felt humbleness, I felt a lot of suffering concentrated all together (I think I could feel the energy of all those millions of people who visited that place in thousands of years). I asked for courage and truthfulness, for all of us (these are the two energies I mostly associate with Archangel Michael). When I got outside, I felt empty and at peace.

Then we went in nature….It was a descending track, and ever since the start of it we were continuously guided by these beautiful black butterflies. The forest was full of this amazing sweet smell that would appear out of nowhere and disappear just like that – a smell similar to lime trees (tilia) or jasmine… I quickly gave up trying to identify it and just enjoyed it as a gift. Next surprise were these very beautiful rocks; similar to geodes, inside they were milky green or blue or yellow – it seems the mineral is called “flint”.

And then we got to the fountain. The fountain was supposedly built by monks in the 7th century, and there is a strange inscription above it (I believe it was much, much older than that); in front of the hole where water used to come out there is a small slope that to me immediately looked like the legs and triangle of a goddess statue… then I came back on my own to say my prayers and do the ritual that came to me – I invited the goddess to rise from the underground, offering her a piece of the food I ate and telling her that I would be honored to be a vehicle for her in this world.

All throughout the walk I tried my best to leave my mind dormant, not to “try” anything or “do” anything, but just absorb the energy and listen. And be seen. I was feeling a little hot and flowy, like I was floating on air, and time really melted. I felt waves of pleasure and peace, and tingly sensations in my central line, from the entrance point in the coccyx until around the stomach/heart. I felt total harmony with my partner; we were almost completely silent the whole way, except for showing each other stuff in the wild or making silly jokes.

When we started climbing back, we got to the most difficult piece of the track – a continuous quite steep ascent during which I felt shortness of breath and felt like stopping lots of times – but I decided to face it all, telling my body to adapt to the harshness, breathing mindfully like I do when practicing yoga, and not even thinking that it will finish at some point, on the contrary I would say this is the new normal, embrace it and be strong. My heart slowed down, my legs got more energy all of a sudden and of course the end of the difficult piece arrived within minutes!

I left there with longing in my heart and with a special type of energy inside (even if I was EXTREMELY tired, like I hadn’t been in a really long time).

What I feel in resonance with is imagining/feeling the energy of the Goddess Awakening, taking her place in the world, as a Queen. And I can send this energy towards all the places on the Line that we talked about – from Egypt to England.

So this is it, my experience. I don’t know it’s impact yet, I hope to have been in alignment and of “service”.

I know this is a much longer blog than usual, but I didn’t want to skimp on the information. In fact, I decided to create a Part 2 because I had to shorten this somehow. My friend, Ivy’s, experience will be included in the next post.

Information is coming to me all the time either internally or externally, so we’ll see what the next post will include. In several day’s time Daphne is going on her third Sacred Walk, this time with Fire Dragon. Stay tuned…..

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