From the earliest stirrings of my path, the archetype of the Dragon spoke to me with quiet insistence. As a young girl, I dreamt of them, sensing their presence like a hidden truth beneath the surface of things. Yet when I searched for mentors—those who claimed to walk the Dragon Path—I first found not wisdom, but a haze of contradictions and confusion.

There was the man embedded in a Luciferian current, who claimed to be a fallen dragon and attempted to manipulate me with laughable theatrics. I met others who were deeply convinced they were dragons incarnate. One teacher, unstable and fervent, insisted her imaginary dragons were real. Across forums and covens, whispered circles and digital enclaves, I stepped into every space I could find that spoke of dragons, long before I was of age, and always with a heart aflame with devotion. I witnessed the madness and the glimmers of truth side by side. And I kept searching.

Eventually, I found a circle of sincere practitioners who honored the Dragons with reverence, humility, and discipline. With them, I began to learn what had always echoed in my bones as truth.

Along the way, I came to understand: many are drawn to the Dragons, but few can really hear them. Most become ensnared in illusion before they ever touch a living current. They project. They fantasize. They spin entire identities from vapor. The Dragons are alluring, yes, but they are not mirrors for your fantasies.

This, I vow: I will never claim to speak for the Dragons. No one can. To speak a Dragon’s name is to set your throat ablaze with syllables the mortal tongue was never made to utter. To grasp their current is to risk the unraveling of your mind. No working, no title, no lineage grants dominion over them.

There are no “Dragon Masters.” No “Incarnated Dragons” walk this Earth. There are only those fortunate enough to work in their presence, and even that is not a status but a grace. Believe what you will about your soul’s origins. The Dragons may mark you. They may grant you their gifts. But what is given may be taken without ceremony. No gift, no vision, no gnosis makes you more than what you are: a human practitioner of magic, perhaps close enough to feel their breath, but never close enough to bear their name.

Could a Dragon incarnate? Perhaps. They are not bound by our rules. Why would a being of cosmic origin, whose mind spans dimensions we can scarcely imagine, whose essence burns with the weight of stars choose to wear this fragile skin, to move within our narrow lanes of time and mortality? I simply don’t see a compelling reason. But I will say this: whenever someone looks me in the eye and declares that they are a Dragon, my first instinct is to walk the other way!

No human soul is a Dragon. Regardless of how “evolved” or “attuned” you believe yourself to be, you are not and have never been a dragon. I don’t care what surfaced in your regression therapy or how lyrical your otherkin origin story may sound. Spirits may incarnate in countless forms, but if you are living out your evolution as a human being, then a Dragon is not among them. You may carry an echo, a resonance, a seed perhaps, but don’t confuse things…

And with that distinction clear, I will speak: of what I have learned, of what I have seen.

Over a decade ago, I began a blog called Sleeping with Dragons. It was filled with research, myth, and the restless questions of a soul in pursuit of their wisdom. The blog is gone, but my love for the Dragons remains carved into me by years of devotion. I do not pretend to be an expert. I am a student of their mysteries. But if you, too, have heard the call, perhaps my words will find you and inspire you.

When I speak of Dragons, I am not referring to psychological metaphors or symbolic constructs, as seen in some Left-Hand Path systems. There may be some merit in those models, if one can sift truth from delusion. But that is not what I mean. I speak of Dragons as real, autonomous beings: beings that exist both spiritually and physically, though rarely in ways the human mind can grasp. Some are close to Earth and its lifeforms. Others are utterly alien to our comprehension. Yet all are guardians of sorcery, of primordial forces, and of Gaia’s deepest bones. The children of Tiamat, the Creator of all Life…

They are not fragments of our psyche. They are not symbols. They are themselves.

They are beings with will, personality, and ancient memory. They exist in ways beyond our limited understanding of time and space, and they, too, evolve. Their myths echo across cultures not because they are allegories; but because their presence has always been felt.

Through sustained work, some human souls forge spiritual bonds with Dragons. These bonds may leave lasting marks in their souls as energetic sigils, scars, echoes. In the deeper initiations of draconic practice, a practitioner may be granted a spiritual body shaped in the likeness of a Dragon. But this gift does not make one a Dragon. Wearing their form is not the same as being one.

Many spirits such as the wandering dead, lower entities, and human practitioners drunk on power may cloak themselves in the form of Dragons to deceive or to inflate their stature. But illusion is not essence. The true Dragons are bound to ancient Clans and to Source of power few will ever touch or understand. They are far beyond a mere form or appearance. They hold power because they are magic; not metaphor, not mask, but the living current of it.

Some attempt to link draconic magic to specific deities, and they are not entirely mistaken. Still, not all Dragons are Gods, nor are all Gods Dragons. In my understanding, Dragons have their own Gods, just as humans do. Certain deities resonate profoundly with the Dragon Current and are perceived to embody a draconic essence. Figures such as Tiamat and Apsu stand as prime examples. In The Dragon Book of Essex, Andrew Chumbley maps the Sabbatic pantheon as the living body of a Dragon, not as a poetic metaphor but as part of an authentic magical system. There is, therefore, a real convergence between certain divine powers and the Dragon Current, an overlap of presence, function, and force.

It is no surprise that some witches and Dragons walk hand in hand. Dragons are the primal articulation of magic across every plane. Who is to say they have not seeded ancestral lines with their power, ensuring the continuity of magic upon the Earth?

There is no singular path, no orthodoxy for draconic work. They are not beholden to rites or systems. Each Dragon is sovereign. Each carries its own tone, its own method of instruction. If they find in you a resonance—a heart tempered with humility, boldness, courage, and devotion—then you might indeed conquer their trust.

No one owns them. No teacher, no Tradition, and group holds their keys. Dragon Magick is a complete and complex magickal system by itself, that can overlap with a multitude of other systems. Dragons can work with many — if not all– systems of magick that they desire. Draconic Traditions and books can teach and guide with their own methods, but your individual path with the Dragons is yours to unveil!

My advice for someone willing to start working with the dragons is to call upon them through a Draconic deity such as Tiamat. Strip yourself of pretense. Approach them in love, in reverence, in awe. If your code is clean, if your heart burns true, they will come.

But be warned: they do not suffer the false. They are (sometimes) patient, but unflinching. They test the soul as fire tests metal. The power your ego craves may shimmer beautifully, but mishandle it, and it will shatter you. The presence of Dragons is not for show. It is not for status. It is not for aesthetics. It is the fire that forges or destroys…