Speaking of things I saw when I was a mere fluffy faun and clueless mageling… Speaking of Otherkin and things I just don’t quite understand… I once knew a lady – we’ll call her Medeia – who claimed that the blood of dragons ran in her veins.
I was sixteen or seventeen when I met her. She was older than most of the people in our group – of legal drinking age before I had graduated high school, though not the only person in the circle of that age – and we bonded fairly quickly, re-establishing the brother-sister relationship we had had in the last life we’d lived together. She had been practicing magic for longer than most of us, and claimed to have been initiated into a Druid circle.
I’ve already used it twice, and I’m going to use that word – “claimed” – a few more times as I tell this story. I’m not saying I don’t believe her (except where I am), only that while I never thought to question her at the time, as I look back I never saw any actual evidence that I can recall.
She was there for so many stories that I can’t even recall them all, much less begin to relate them here. She was there when I did my first past-life regressions, when I met my first spirit-guides – the one who scared me off and the one I ultimately kept then neglected. She taught me things about auras and shielding, about manipulating magical energy and talking to spirits that – while many people I know have seen or done something like them – I have never seen in print.
I did a tarot reading for her once that broke the glass table we were sitting at. I laid out the whole deck once, reshuffled, and laid it out again. I was high with power. There was a loud cracking noise. We couldn’t figure out where it had come from, but when we cleared the cards away the glass table top was split in a jagged line from me to her.
Incredible presences followed her around – forces so huge that I did not encounter anything on the same scale, let alone greater, until I started working with gods. Some of those vast presences – the ones she claimed were dragons – were accompanied by a particular musky smell. I have encountered that musk and presences like those only two or three times since she passed out of my life.
We explored our past lives together, found that we had been brother-sister, lovers, and father-daughter at various times. Sometimes she had been the elder, more dominant – other times it had been me.
I still don’t know how to make sense of her claims. From where I’m at now, literal dragon-blood seems fairly outrageous. But … things got awfully strange around her, sometimes. I don’t really know what experiences she had that were best explained as “I’m something more than human”. Or maybe she was just crazy. I don’t know.
When I was about nineteen or twenty – before I moved out of my parents house – she got pregnant and disappeared. I’ve never seen or heard from her since, which makes me very sad.