Winged principalities?

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A dream, a potent one.  Perhaps just for me.

In the dream I was a great dragon, a winged, legged, serpent.  Green of color, a titan among my kind.  Only three others, of different colors, could call me peer.  I had moved to the old West, since my West, the people of it, in the Americas, had lost much of it's, their, soul.  I, a creature of chaos, had not built them up, only bringing internecine war until a time when the peoples who could unite did so, then arrived in force.  Neither, in those days, did I care.

While living in the old West, the drake of that place, who had moved in to my old aerie, returned to my new home and began burning his old and my current lands.  A red dragon, brother, who was my equal.  I initially attempted to repel him.  And, in truth, I could have.  But something caused me to lose heart in that battle.  Not that I was greater, simply it was my home.  Though defense, of great or small reigns, is always easier than attack.  In any case, as I said, I was wounded of heart and... sadly... returned home, to the New West.  The kings of old West also, for some reason, lost heart.  The battle wasn't finished, and the ends were unclear, but a change was at hand.
I returned to my home lands, the new West.  In my rage I... caused chaos.  I did little, for I had lost taste even for this.  I seemed governed by a... new lord.  I turned heel and sought out what could call on kings, myself, the other dragons, and other forces, mostly unseen.  Leaving the plains of men, the plains of life, beyond death, into darkness then the real light, I flew, at some... speed.  You haven't terms for it.  Nor would your flesh survive such a thing.

I found what I was seeking.

Why had neither I nor the others ever gone this way?  I suppose it was because we had no need.  For the most part, it seemed, we got our way.  Or, as presently, when we lost our way it just... seemed right, so we changed places and moved on in our loss.  This time, for some reason, I had seen... around the corner.  I had seen the invisible hands adjusting, and then I went seeking their owner.  Why never before?  Was I called?  Or allowed to see to tempt my curiosity?  Or... in my suffering had I been humbled enough to understand?  I really had grown to love the people.  Perhaps that was it.  I can't say, only that I was called, one way or another, and went.

Many questions, almost no answers.  All answers of time, in time, is mostly what was offered, or the like.  None of my tricks or power really had any effect.  He even chuckled.  No being I had ever met before dared such a thing, not even my brothers... or not without a great tussle.  This... Man... dismissed my attempts to wrestle as a father a child's.  I knew I would be telling my brothers to visit.  They had to see.  In some sense, this was horrible.  It meant... we were tools, of a sort.  And yet it was a relief.  To think the world was in our hands was, always had been, too much.

There was a question I asked.  It was vital.  And while the answer was, almost, typical of His non-answer, it... was profound.  In my sleep form, dream, and of flesh, my eyebrows unknit, my body eased, and I... for a moment... about His will and freewill... how those worked together... it all made sense.  A breath of fresh air like few I have had in my life... or lives.  But for the world I cannot share it.  Only know, I... even now... even having forgotten what was said, am most sure that our will is free to choose, but only between light and dark, right and wrong, big or little.  We choose which direction we face, not where we go or what happens on the larger scale.  Even should that lead to our wrongful torturous brutal life or life of extreme luxury and ease.  Both can be saved.  Though, actually, those on the fringes are always more difficult to save for they wish to remain in the now, in the exact moment of ease... or set on escaping their horrors... that anything else is difficult with which to create a focus.  And yet it is creating a focus in the future, and past the dark truth of death, where a reason and hope for salvation may be found.

I wish I could remember.  I have some wonder, when I forget such things that have such profound meaning, that it might be lost on others, or not translate as well in the waking world.  I was given a fresh breath of understanding, if just for the spirit, or soul, whichever green dragons contain?  If I could be called to Him, and be in His presence, and became comfortable doing His will?  I... I can live with being a green dragon.  *grins*  Besides, if I was a truly evil dragon?  I would no longer have legs, certainly not wings.  I still wonder if some are... undercover, or... there are other things.  I am less and less worried in time, even if what I see and dream are true.  God is good, even to His... tools.

All answers of time, in time... was it?  Right, right.

Good day.