The Dragon of Remote Communication

You know, I was letting petty things take over earlier today in my head, arguing with a friend I haven't talked to in about 4.5 months, and I indicated that getting so entrenched in gossip, really building your identity off it, is kind of like playing a pathetic version of Game of Thrones. Then that image got stuck in my head, forming into a tangible shape, but took a backseat, no longer gumming up my processor. Later I realized that this may be like a play, a role he plays, to illustrate this precise point to me, and illuminate that there are those who are playing this game right now, but not in such a toothless, or perhaps "boxing glove wrapped hands," kind of way. It is the game of "the one who is victorious" (Revelation 2/3- referenced at the end of each letter to the churches), in Christian terms, though people and entities of all kinds have likely been playing it since the beginning. Meanwhile, I'm over here with this deep sense that it is being played so so so wrong, probably with such a deep sense of this that my instinct is to just dissociate/turn away when someone tries to pull me into their twisted version of the game and tether me to it. I suspect that I am a necessary component though to having a non-static game, and so a delicate approach has been taken to get me to stay, while still not changing this core processing within me (perhaps this core processing cannot be fundamentally changed, only kept/removed). It reminds me now of the dream I had where it felt like I was accidently blocking a shot in a movie being filmed, but later I got the impression that they were explicitly trying to catch a glimpse of me, as if I was an elusive particle or something, and it wasn't necessarily a movie but a carefully crafted physics experiment.

It feels like this connection solidified all the more this week while watching Matt Smith in The House of The Dragon (Daemon, no less, lol), and then again in the same week in Doctor Who, this evening as the man who stayed for Christmas. The precise on the nose connection to the Fighting Dragons concept I have written of in this blog is palpable.

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