First Cosmic Vehicle: Wind-Mind Lecture -Ch.1.5

Reflexively, he giggled, the sound lighter than I felt.

The moment the laughter escaped, I caught myself, suddenly self-conscious. Had I said something foolish? The possibility gnawed at me, even as I tried to brush it aside.

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw him blush. His violet eyes widened, and his sleek, jade-colored scales shimmered faintly in the sunlight, as though responding to my words. It was strange, seeing this in a creature who now resembled more of a dragon than a dog.

“I... didn’t mean—” I stammered, unsure how to explain myself. My heart fluttered, an odd mix of admiration and unease washing over me.

Drakos, still towering and dignified, gave me a soft, almost amused glance. “I don’t blush,” he said, though his voice carried a warmth I hadn’t expected.

For a moment, Drakos hesitated. He, too, seemed caught off guard, though he would never admit it. Beneath his newfound strength and wisdom, I sensed a flicker of vulnerability—perhaps even fear. Could he truly protect me in this form, or was he simply pretending to be unshakable?

The wind stirred around us suddenly, its touch oddly sentient, as if it carried more than just the air. It swept through my hair, whispering against my skin, bringing a faint, surreal hum that resonated within me. It was more than a breeze—it was alive, infused with a force I couldn’t yet comprehend.

“Śri’verā,” Drakos said, his voice soft yet commanding. “You feel it, don’t you? The wind—it’s not just an element. It’s the movement of our mind, the flow of our consciousness in this dream, and perhaps, even beyond.”

I blinked at him, the words sinking into me like stones dropped into a still pond, their ripples spreading outward. “The movement of our mind?” I repeated, tasting the weight of the truth of the Wind Element on my tongue. It felt almost too vast to grasp.

“Yes,” Drakos said, his violet eyes locking onto mine. “The wind carries our thoughts, our fears, and our desires. It is why dreams feel so real—because they are the mind in motion. In the dreamscape, the wind is not just air—it is the rhythm of your being.”

The realization struck me like a gust, sudden and undeniable. The void I had felt earlier in the dream, the fierce face from the Bön Religion, the hum that wasn’t quite sound—all of it was the Wind Element, the consciousness moving within me and around me, shaping the dream into something more. Something alive.

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“What you saw,” Drakos continued, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, “was not just a fragment of your fear, or as you’ve started to pick up the alchemistry and metaphysics, I’d say the energy of past wounds triggered and torn wide open. It was just what it is—you and Master. Even me, Śri’verā. The Wind Element reveals minds and consciousnesses we often try to hide, even from ourselves. That is why it is terrifying—and why it is necessary.”

The last sentence struck me.

The weight of his words settled over me, like the sounds of motion layering upon themselves.

“The Wind Element wasn’t just a force—it was a mirror, reflecting back the chaos and clarity of my own mind. The dream wasn’t separate from me; it was me.”

The wind around us shifted again, swirling like an unseen current, carrying whispers that weren’t quite words. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me, feeling its pull, its rhythm. It wasn’t harsh or forceful—it was gentle, almost soothing, like the soft exhale of a friend’s breath against your cheek. And yet, beneath that gentleness, there was power—an unyielding strength that hinted at the potential to reshape everything it touched.

“Drakos,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the hum of the wind. “This... this is why the Wind Element is so important, isn’t it? Because it’s alive. It’s part of us.”

“Yes,” he said simply, his voice carrying the certainty I still lacked. “It’s why you’re here. It’s why Master chose you, Śri’verā. You have always been close to the Wind Element—you just didn’t know it.”

The thought sent a shiver through me. Had Master seen this in me all along? Had she known that I would one day face this truth in the dreamscape? The answers felt just out of reach, like the wind itself—present, but impossible to grasp fully.

The hum of the wind softened, its rhythm slowing, as though it had done its work for now. I opened my eyes and found Drakos watching me, his violet gaze filled with something I couldn’t quite name. Not pity, not pride—something deeper. Something like understanding.

“You’re beginning to see it now,” he said, his voice low and steady. “The Wind Element isn’t just around us—it’s within us. It’s the movement of our mind, the whispers of our soul. And it’s only the beginning, Śri’verā. There’s so much more to learn.”

I nodded slowly, the truth settling into me like the final note of a song. The Wind Element wasn’t just an abstract concept or a distant force. It was a part of me—a part of everything. And as I stood there, feeling the wind dance around us, I realized that I was only just beginning to understand what it meant to truly move with it.

Master, unfazed as always, simply chuckled. “The elements work in strange ways, my friend. If the Jade Chakra Dragon chose you, it is for a reason.”

Drakos let out a huff, a strange mix of exasperation and pride flashing across his face. “Great. No pressure, then.”

As the lesson continued, the weight of the moment settled over me, and I glanced at Drakos. I would try to piece everything together someday—the dragon, the elements, the avalanche. But for now, I held onto his words: death tells the best stories.

But, haha, Drakos is a better lecturer. (Wind-Mind, Wind-Mill? It's good you can joke with Drakos, though probably not too much with Master and the other masters—come back, Śri!) Yes! After all, he is the Cosmic Vehicle. Or perhaps, it’s better said—a Mind-vehicle of Forces.--