The Dragons Are Awake. So Are You.

By Virginia Underwood

A Call to Remember

This is not about power over.
It’s about remembering the power within — sacred, sovereign, and rooted in love.
Not the kind of power that seeks control, but the kind that protects what is holy.
That listens. That burns clean. That remembers.

We are not here to dominate this Earth.
We are here to steward her.
To walk in reverence, to tend beauty, to live like every drop of water and breath of wind is sacred.
Because it is.

I didn’t always know I was part of the dragon lineage.
But in the last two years, they’ve been waking me.

I got a dragon tattoo — strong, feminine, spiraling up my arm — feeling that it meant healing the feminine line, but that was only part of it. Five months later, I was drawn to a statue of Kuan Yin riding what I instantly recognized as the twin of my tattooed dragon. I brought it home and placed it on my altar.

It wasn’t until today that I realized what I’d done.

I’d created a dragon altar — not with logic, but with deep, intuitive knowing. The objects, the colors, the direction it faces, the fire elements, the ancestral relics — all encoded with ancient memory. All calling the dragons home.

They show up in my meditations now, unmistakably. They come in dreams. In ceremony.
Someone recently shared a vision from a drumming circle — she saw my dragons circling the entire group. She had never seen anything like it.
They were protecting us.
They were watching.
They were here.

And I know my recent trip to Peru was a catalyst. Something in the land — and something in me — unlocked. I could feel the fire in my bones. I could hear the Earth’s heartbeat sync with mine. The dragons were stirring. And now, they are fully awake.

But this awakening is not just about dragons.
It’s about us — all of us — remembering our part in the great turning.

Because the Earth doesn’t need more gurus or empires.
She needs guardians.

People willing to live with reverence.
To honor the land not as a resource, but as a living, breathing relative.
To create a new kind of life — one rooted in love, reciprocity, and soul.

And yes, it begins with big dreams.
Like mine: to create a retreat center where people can return to themselves and to the land…
To learn how to live in harmony again.
To grow food.
To sit with their own shadows.
To drum. To pray. To remember.
To reclaim a lifestyle that fosters deep love, not just for humanity — but for all life.

But it also begins in small, everyday ways:

🌱 Thanking the Earth before a meal.
🌊 Picking up trash at the riverbank.
🔥 Lighting a candle and listening.
🌾 Planting something.
🌬️ Speaking kindly — to yourself, to the wind, to your ancestors.

It is all sacred.

So if you’ve felt the dragons stirring in you — if you've been dreaming bigger, feeling more, sensing the urgency and the beauty of this time…

Know this:
You are not alone.
You are not broken.
You are waking up.

The dragons are rising.
The Earth is remembering.
And your voice, your fire, your love — they matter more than ever.

We’re not here to lead with fear.
We’re here to lead with love.
To restore what was lost.
To choose reverence, again.

Let the dragons rise.
Let the Earth breathe.
Let us return to love — and to the sacred ways.
It’s time. We remember.