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On being a victim and a weakling

My Prince is calling my name.  But, I cannot hear Him, the rumble in the Dragon’s throat is too loud.  Pain is my constant companion here in the Dragon’s mouth as I lay skewered on his teeth.  Death-stench overwhelms my senses.  Woe to me as the Dragon makes his plan for getting me out of his mouth and into his stomach.

My Prince keeps me caught between Heaven and Hell, preventing my destruction.  Light breaks through my blindness, catching my attention and distracting me from the pain and darkness.  I am too weak to get up on my own and leave the Dragon’s mouth.  I call to my Prince to help me, a damsel-in-distress. 

My Prince hears me calling and suddenly is closer than life itself.  He tells me that that I am the only one keeping me here, a victim of my own choices.  “But”, I protest, “the pain, the darkness, the stench overwhelm me and I have no strength.”    “Do you not know that I have come to defeat the Dragon?  And overcome death?” 

“Help me.”, I reply,with faintness of breath.

My Prince reaches into the pouch on his belt and pulls out a crystal vial filled with dark red fluid.  He begins to reach towards me and undoes the stopper.  I cringe back, unsure of what is next.  My Prince reassures me with depths of unspoken love in his eyes.  He places on drop of the dark fluid in my mouth. 

Unexpectedly, I choke and sputter.  My body is wracked with pain and uncontrolled spasming.  I fear that by accepting this fluid from my Prince, my death has come.  Perhaps that is my release from this slavery.  My body becomes still.  I wait for death to come. Instead of feeling my life fade away, I feel a rush of Life.  Warm gold begins to emanate from my body overwhelming my senses with sweetness and light. 

I am literally pushed up from the Dragon’s teeth and the wounds instantly heal.  And the healing pushes past the boundaries of this world, there are no scars, no traces that I was ever there in the Dragon’s mouth.  I turn with gratitude on my tongue and in my heart to my Prince, who has come to save me from myself.

He puts his finger to my lips and shushes me.  “You are welcome.”