Saving the dragon
My friend Amy has a young daughter (maybe 4–5 years old) who is neurodiverse. Josie is very engaging with people and she thrives on intense stimulation. She loves loud noises and chaos, gravitates to intense odors, and isn’t thwarted by pain. A totally adorable little girl but a tough job to raise and keep safe.
About a month ago Amy mentioned that her daughter’s Bearded Dragon lizard, Spicy Mike, was very sick. They think he had previously eaten some batteries and the toxins were affecting his internal organs, primarily his liver. His skin was turning black and the vets thought he could not be saved.
I am sorry to admit that I could not have cared less at that time. My only interest in reptiles is to keep as much distance between myself and them at all times. I thought briefly “should I send him some healing?” and then promptly thought “nah.” I really didn’t care what happened to him.
A few days later Amy was talking again about Spicy Mike and how important he was to Josie. They have other pets—a dog and a cat that both give a wide berth to this active child, staying away from that intense energy as much as possible. But not Mike, the dragon. He comes to Josie in the mornings and lays his body across her small chest warming himself with her body heat and bringing calm to her. The days she can begin with Mike grounding her are relaxed, wonderful days. This girl really needs her dragon.
Now I had a whole new feeling about the lizard—I felt a stake in having him survive. I casually threw out to Amy… “well, I have this superpower of sending healing, so do you want me to send some to Mike?” I’m not sure how seriously she took my comment but said, “Sure.”
This time I tried something new—a phone app that I love for its beautiful relaxing meditations and hypnosis. Some sessions for self-healing are so lovely, invoking a white light of healing that bathes and enters every cell in the body, bringing nourishment, love, and strong energy to it.
I personally wasn’t feeling the need for my own healing but I wanted to route this to Mike. By now it was the evening of the day that I had spoken to Amy. I learned that he was at the emergency vet for one last evaluation and probably euthanasia. They would perform surgery and try to remove the cancerous portions of the liver.
I mentally took the lizard in my hands and placed him on my own chest, holding him there with folded hands. I began the meditation, picturing the white light flowing through my body into his small one. I visualized it cleansing him, lighting him up, activating his own healing capabilities, and transforming him into the healthy lizard that Josie needed for her own well-being.
I could feel Mike becoming infused with this flow of energy. I became one with the lizard and shared my own powers of recuperation with him. At the end of the meditation I was confident that something extraordinary had happened. I hoped that if a healing had not occurred, at least perhaps he had a gentle transition. It was a beautiful and powerful experience.
During the surgery the vets found too much cancer to safely excise it. But the dragon showed too much life to euthanize. He returned home and to his spot on his friend Josie. That was months ago and he is still thriving.