In a far away kingdom, some say never existed, a lonely dragon flew. He watched the fireflies playing with the forest creatures. It was a strange land where everything was left to chance. A place of lost souls and second chances that made no sense and did not attempt to be logical.
Morning mantras called the day and mystical creatures included angels and demons. Throughout the land, that never was, there was an easy freedom and a celebration of hearts and souls. Puppies and ducks and rats and bears played with Amazon Women. Pirates conversed with fairy tale characters and real live people appeared, where daisies and two roses grew wild. Strange fruit grew near the forest. Peaches, and cherries and apples were ripe in the trees and squash grew wild. Mystic jewels like diamonds and topaz and emeralds sparkled glowed with a prism of color and truth in the waning light. Flags waved by a stream where multi-colored fish often stopped to chat. A blue moon appeared to light the nighttime when the twilight grew. It was a bright Spring moon with hope for a new day.
Wonderful images created by minds that did not know there was magic were poured into the melding potion. Sleepless souls were puzzled by the confusion and the texture of this strange land. Sometimes, messages of hope were released like balloons to be caught by the grieving souls. Some of those who ventured out were weary and wary of being hurt again. But they often moved forward bravely, learning that individual magic is a private journey and their fellow travelers wished them well. Touched by each other the spirits changed, but transformation took many forms. A train parked by the edge of the land would sometimes come to life, and offer rides to tired women seeking refuge in a storm.
A great wonderful Bear and her Mama stirred the mystic forces with their wisdom. A sharing spirit standing on the solid ground of her memories talked of peace and love. Sports were played in an open field and at each inning, the games stopped for a rest. Cake and pie and donuts were served and no one gained any weight. Neverending coffee and other libations were available to those who ate onions and eggs instead of sweets.
The Pie lady completed her journey. She stepped away for a moment and left for a day. Her sadness had been written in the stream and transformed to a strength she did not know, was her truest gift.
Scribes wrote chronicles of the outside world. A distant war was so close that it was feared it would overtake the magic. Many voices raised, to warn of war in the land of the Bible and Noah’s arc. When times of tribulation moved like waves through the mystical land, past explorers, would appear, and calm the storm.
The real world was as much a part of the gentle kingdom, as the inside miracle was of those who traveled there. Like the Whittler, some had the magic when they landed in the place of transformations. Others found their magic here. 
Souls wrote their hearts on the wind. Many replaced their sadness with healing. Creations and tributes with words and music, were monuments to those who taught them how to laugh. There were some that learned the wizards magic, so well, they shared their gifts for others pleasure. Lovers told their stories. Stories were written of heartbreak and hope. Annie came alive and still lives here.
Those who were most blessed are the ones who learned to read. The readers of other people’s lives, the watchers of miracles were awakened by the journey. The most blessed knew that all miracles are by nature undeserved, but they ride the quickening without guilt. The certain knowledge that a miracle once started cannot stop.
In a place, where spirits remember how to dance and souls reach forward and back, some have realized that anything is possible. Amazing inner fires were lit by a strange spark. Dances start romances end coming full circle to the land of the possible. From Alpha woman to Zeta man everyone came for a reason.
In certain parts of the kingdom, the karma was intense. The secret was that karma is nothing to fear. Karma is the great leveler and all good comes from it. The recognition and love was universal. Reflections of the other world, are part of the journey.
Six welcoming angels with an assortment of bells and magic dust became the music of the Kingdom.Bright birds were their pets and their messengers. There were brave spirits who shared their healing gardens. Women of deep faith joined the time of awakening. And there was a promise that was whispered into the darkness. It was a strange assortment of muses, and wind chimes, and wayward children who parented themselves.
Distant Ladies wrote their lives without apology. Presidents and kings laughed out loud. There was sometimes anger and often a need for love and reflection. Sadly, it was discovered that mothers did not tell all their secrets. Shadows were part of the magic. Pain and joy flowed in unison. There existed great sadness and great hope. Most of all it was a land of transformations, where intrepid travelers shared their journeys. Angry souls became truth seekers when their hearts were known.
The dragon was puzzled and he swore he would remain at a safe distance. He knew all along that he had a gatekeeper to his heart and he feared to reveal himself. But his transformation was obvious to all who journeyed to the kingdom. He was a beautiful storyteller. His words were pure and his creations lived. His characters took on their own lives and many gathered near the tomb to hear his tales.
One day in his solitude the dragon explored the land he had learned to love. He watched a great ship and waved at the Captain and his Queen. He saw an iceberg melting into a waterfall and he was drawn by the colors and the spirits so near to his own heart.
The dragon turned into a tiger, and came into the land. And it changed him forever.
Wayfarers still journey here. A rusted train sits by the forest where it has run off course. A new railway moves through the land on different tracks. Some of the jesters took a sojourn to return in the time when the trees change. But mantras still play. Strange phrases still echo in the land. Full moons still shine out of season.
Laughter continues to melt the ice into rainbow colors, and words still have power in this place. The Tiger welcomes many confused new travelers and nurtures his own miracle. This is the Tao of the Tiger who later generations will know as one who is not afraid to touch souls or play in the cool waters of the magic stream.
This is the story of a former dragon who transformed into a Tiger and a magic kingdom some claim never existed and some believe will never die. 
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