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What My Dragon Taught me About Business

If you have been reading my blog, chances are you probably have no idea how I believe dragons have taught me to do well in business. You probably would you see me as a fictional writer, but the heart of the Dragon is good. It only becomes bad when it is persecuted. Likewise one of the things that I’ve learned in business is that you have to make sure that you guard your heart. You have to make sure that you’re always protecting yourself from people that don’t have your best interest at heart. You have to look for your own intuition in every situation. If you do this well then you can rise above in business. You can soar in the heavens and business.

I remember years ago going into a board meeting. I found out that the company had a strategy. Any time a vendor came to them, they would make sure that they had at least three employees to every one employee of the vendor. This was an intimidation tactic in order to try to get the vendors to feel intimidated.

Did it work? Yes, it absolutely did. I would into the meeting with a good heart and simply wanted to help the people there. But, they made me out like I was the bad guy. I think that is probably one of the things that dragons feel like as well. They are not always just trying to harbor everyone, but humans treat them so poorly that it turns them into something different than they really were.

So, when I have learned are the following rules of business and self management. (Here is a good link to more useful tips.)

Becoming a dragon in business:

  • Mind your temper
  • Be aware of individuals who want to dominate or take advantage of you
  • Aim for high goals
  • Stay off the ground…even when you are feeling down
  • Guard your heart don’t listen to the assault from others that simply brings you down.

Thanks guys for tuning in, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Check back soon!

 

The Mind of a Dragon: Insight and Awareness


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The mind of a Dragon

Besides the fact that they cannot distinguish between a potential mate and a pile of shiny glitter, dragons are highly intelligent creatures. It was only when I first stood face to face with the beast that I understood this. I was about 11 years old and Sally was a a few months old when I found her.

It was just after dusk, and very cloudy. Not unusual for a Ukrainian autumn morning. A rumbling bass echoed from the heavens.

The grey clouds were illuminated by the occasional burst of fire, sending rays of lights through the dark, blanket like sky that swallowed all of the Ukraine. It was the first time I had come across dragons in my lifetime. I could not see them, but I knew they were up there.

Screaming at each other in an ancient language, distorting the clouds with frantic flaps of their wings This spectacular event occurred right over my head! I was terrified to say the least. I stared up into the sky and for the first time ever, I saw Sally. From the clouds she emerged. She was flapping her one good wing fiercely trying desperately to fly but loosing altitude quickly. As I watched, I felt sorry for her. With a ground shaking thump she hit the floor causing dirt and dust to shoot up in the shape of a little mushroom cloud.

I inhaled deeply, and sprinted over a small hill jumping over logs and dodging scrubs and puddles. She was a Nethrodote type dragon with black scales and a spiny tail. I could see her chest moving as she inhaled and exhaled. In the minute it took me to get to her a pool of blood had formed under her wing. I could tell she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

Her face was strong and although she was heavily wounded she was the embodiment of pride.10 yards from the beast, I hid behind a rock, believing it could protect me from this young yet enormous monster. I stumbled and to my horror she stared directly into my face.

My heart raced and My face went pale. It’s eyes were those of a predator, fierce and keen. But there was a sparkle in them I will never forget. Immediately I felt empathetic to the creature. Somehow I knew she couldn’t harm me, there was an understanding between us I couldn’t put in words. Its what I would imagine it would be like staring into the eyes of your wife or husband who you had been with for many decades and knowing with a certainty that you both are on the same page.

I approached the dragon agains its snarling protests. Im sure they were just for show. Dragons are insanely proud beings. I moved slowly. And when I was close enough I sat by it’s side until it stopped growling, at which point I put my hand on its face. It grit it’s teeth at me. They looked razor sharp and were candy white. I removed my hand and ran, it blew a puff of fire after me. Don’t run from a dragon they will instantly think you are prey. I returned soon after with a bag of meat chunks.

I threw towards the dragon one by one, having it follow my steak  chunks like E.T. did in the movie. It hunched, but i could tell the beast was starved. Today I think that this dragon may have been the mutt of the dragon litter, and was attacked by its brothers and sisters left for dead. It was very malnourished and scratched all over. I led it into the shed, where i threw in the remaining bag of meat and shut the the two large door halves, keeping the dragon concealed.

I brought the dragon different foods every night. To see what it liked. Surprisingly, she hated spicy food but absolutely loved twinkies (which are back according to the Washington Post). I challenged myself to bring her so much that she would become full. But it seemed no matter how much I gave her there was always room for more. Stealing from the meat cellar was too risky, so I hunted for large deer or wolves, I even took down a bear… though that was not easy.. and then lead the dragon to the still warm carcass.

Sally grew quickly and as time passed by her personality began to shine brighter than her armor. I named her sally after a dog our family once owned. Being an old child the dog was my best friend. But one day the dog ran away and never returned. My Parents were used to me wandering through the forest and being gone for many hours at a time so at first they didn’t suspect me doing anything secretive at all. I would spend hours in the shed, trying to mend Sally’s wing telling her stories.

Somehow I knew she was listening. She was playful and tender, but didn’t hesitate to let you know when she didn’t want to be touched. I had much respect for her, and not just because she could have easily killed me at any time, but also because she was wiser than I would ever be, which she demonstrated many times with patience, morality, confidence, certainty and selflessness. Ever so often would she try to share her half digested meal with me. But let’s stray away from that story.

Sally was an amazing creature. After my dad had discovered her and the garden of eden Sally and I had created together, I let my guard down.

The shed was destroyed… and sally used her fiery breath to build herself an amazing underground cave. My dad came to love Sally as he was bring him wealth! And Sally loved my dad because he fed her like no one else would! And smiled and encouraged sally to swoop (not fly her wing was still bandaged and supported by an intricate contraption I created for her) over our Corn Field pooping like a carpet bomber.

When my mom got word of this and saw the flying dragon shitting all over our yard she lost it. She screamed so loud the pool guy from LakeNonaPoolMaintenance.com just ran away.   They came back the next day and apologized, but the weirdness was too much.

She thought we had all gone crazy! She would watch from the house as Sally ate and shat and we laughed and drank.

My father and I had never been as close as we were in the nights where we would lay back in our rocking chairs after a hard days work, drinking vodka and smoking cigars, letting the radiation from Sally’s burning hot breath heat our faces and hands in the icy cold of the Ukrainian winter.

Soon spring came, and thanks to our hard work and our amazing fertilizer,  the corn field was like nothing we had ever seen before!

Green nothing but green! And not just Corn, but peas, pineapple, mango, potato, pizza, meatballs, tiramisu,  and maybe best of all fully prepared burritos for the picking! There were spaghetti vines and shrubs with little Lolli pops for berries! Instead of carrots we pulled popsicles and hot dogs out of the earth! Sadly, This joy did not last for long. My mother gossiped away… and told her female neighbor friends of the dragon and how dangerous it was and how she distrusted the new found wealth of the earth.

The word spread quickly, and soon sleazy salesman after sleazy sales man came to our door, offering outrageous prices to buy our home.  My dad turned them all down, so, jealous of our new found independence and wealth, the town formed an angry mob and stood before our house one night. If they couldn’t have it we shouldn’t either… or so they thought.

I remember it like it was yesterday. They attacked our home and tore down the plants. Near a hundred men from all around this village and those surrounding went on a rampage through my yard…. and Sally’s home. Those fools dared to bring war to a dragons doorstep… unknowing of the true strength of Sally.

They shouted and threw spears and  molotov cocktails into her lair, trying to lure her out with the intention of slaying her, I watched in horror, but i feared not for my dragon. Sally emerged from her lair with such explosive epic-ness it chills my spine to this day.

Such a fierce display of strength, fire blazed in her eyes and hatred filled her chest. She jolted up shooting more fire in the air than i knew she could and launched herself towards the angry mob, taking 20- maybe 30 people under her wings while the other tried to flee of feebly attempted to wound Sally. She pulled her head back and inhaled like she always would when she was about to unleash her fiery flame thrower of death. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO i screamed…

and she looked at me, she looked through my eyes and into my soul. She turned away from me… pushed herself off the ground and flapped her wings with all her might. My bandages fell along with the sticks and metal brace I welded together to support her  broken wing… but she flew… she flew away.
I never saw Sally again.

Dragons Are Real…just ask the Ukrainians

Dragons In the Ukraine

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Dragons plagued the Ukrainian lands for centuries. Many had disturbingly high pitched screamed that pierced the quiet Ukrainian nights. They flourished in Ukraine because like most east european countries the winters were cold the skies were dark and the militia was busy with other “economical” matters. Now you westerners may be wondering why Dragons no exist in your farms.

It simple. Propaganda.

Don’t believe me…check out this site.

Your Capitalist government controls media more than in Ukraine even under Soviet control. Dragons are a part of nature in the rest of the world. How absurd you ask? Dragons are to Everyone as Canaries were once to miners.

With the slightest hint of, say, massive tear in ozone, smog, acid rain, strange fluctuations in temperature, even heightened levels of sound and light pollution a dragon will flee!

Dragons are shy animals who take many precautions.

When they foresee that the land they reside on will soon die, they migrate. As did all dragons in North america, more than a century ago. That’s what your government doesn’t want you to know. Luckily for us, western obsession with material gain has not yet infected our citizens. Our airs is clean and crisp and our land is tranquil and healthy.

Candles light our homes and the night skies are filled with stars. Well, today, Its a little different. But when I was a small boy times were very simple.

How did we deal with dragons? We didn’t. We sometimes heard them, rarely saw them, but ever so often a turd the size of a baby walrus would come crashing down from the sky, drowning everything it hit in a sticky awful goop.

It’s hard for most people to believe that I was so unfazed by these colossal beasts with the power to destroy a small village in minutes casually floating around above my head. But is it not so that we swim in lakes where crocodiles breed?

…That we run through the grass where venomous snakes nest? We eat food that contain chemicals known to cause cancer and we propel ourselves around in metal air-conditioned coffins at high speeds only relying on our own reflexes and the reflexes of those around us to keep us safe while car accidents steal thousands of lives every day.  We are surrounded by predators. What’s new?

These things all share a common theme, they are dangers that surround us which have the potential to end fatally, that we are aware of yet numb too.  Even when we do see an accident on the side of the road we will still continue driving to and from work everyday. Enough philosophy. Dragons are as special as alligators in the everglades and sharks in the ocean.

But just because no-one cares about them doesn’t mean they aren’t monstrous and dangerous.  Interesting story, dragons attract their mates via their shiny skin.

When Kings brought gems jewels and and other treasures into their castles, the shimmer and reflection of the treasures would attract any horny dragon within 20 miles. The dragon would come down expecting to find himself a beautiful dragon woman, and instead he finds a bunch of sweaty humans and useless glitter. A

horny dragon, is an angry dragon, and the enraged and… cough… erect beast would go on a wild rampage destroying cities and ruining their treasure.

Dragons are sentimental beings… and somehow connected the treasure to a dead female dragon. They would collect it all and bury it to honor the deceased female.

That’s where the myth of dragons stealing and eating jewels arose. People believed Dragons would keep the treasures in a cave and guard it. And that they were greedy animals. When really they were just very very horny and very upset finding a dead female dragon ripped into a thousand places. Then, in a sad ritual buried the “female”.

That’s why most dragons really don’t like humans. They think we are savages! I don’t blame them.