Happy Fire Dragon Day!
Coinciding with National Fire Prevention Week (not as ironic as it sounds), Columbus Day (because Dragons were here first!), and Coming Out Day (because closets and Dragons just don’t mix), the Dragons and people of the Adirondacks and surrounding wilderness are delighted to celebrate the wild, if somewhat scandalous life of Fire Dragon. For those of you unfamiliar with this great Cosmic Dragon, I offer the following excerpt from The Dragon Keeper’s Handbook.
In the New World, Creation was one of those monumental events happening somewhere between earth and sky with a healthy dose of water thrown into the mix for good measure. What an auspicious environment for Dragons!
And yet, among the peoples north of the 30th parallel, they were surprisingly rare participants. There were, of course, familiar players: Bear, Buffalo, Wolf, Raven. Totemic figures, one and all. Even trickster Coyote got his paws dirty in the shaping and populating of the world. But hardly a Dragon in the lot. The exception to this rule – and there always is one – is the cosmic Fire Dragon of the Huron and Iroquois.
Long ago, during the before-time, in a Universe of water and sky, there was a young woman named Aetaentsic. So beautiful was she that the Sky God, Chief-of-All-the-Earth, desired her to be his and his alone. This was quite an honor, to be sure, but not one without its perils. The Sky God had a fierce temper when riled and a jealous streak a mile wide. And desiring was not the same as having: there were tests and trials first. Aetaentsic submitted to them all, proving herself worthy to be a divine wife.
For a time they were content, Chief-of-All-the-Earth and his young bride. But the Universe was young and the Sky God often called away to tend this worry or that. In his absence, Aetaentsic whiled away the hours in the company of the Fire Dragon, a spirited and genial being who lit up the skies like a comet with breath and wing. They were close, though how close only they knew. When, in the fullness of the seasons, Aetaentsic became pregnant, her husband opened his ears to the malicious gossip drifting through the heavens. Scandalous chatter filled the air, recounting Fire Dragon’s visits and the laughter heard in the Sky God’s longhouse when the god was away. Chief-of-All-the-Earth fumed and fretted, unable to block the slander from his mind. Day after day he fixed green eyes upon his wife as she sat very still, her belly growing, her gaze stretching across the galaxy as if waiting for her scaled companion to return. He believed Aetaentsic had been unfaithful and was carrying Fire Dragon’s children, and nothing she said to the contrary could disabuse him of this conviction. Unable to bear the sight of her any longer, he ripped a hole in the sky and hurled her through it.
Down and down Aetaentsic fell, tumbling through the firmament. She was divine; she would continue her descent until someone – or something – stopped her. Two loons saw her plummeting towards them and were dismayed. They rose up, flying close together and caught her on their downy backs, breaking her fall. But she was heavy with child and they could not manage on their own. They sent a call for help out across the water world. Big Turtle heard them and rose to the surface of the Cosmic Sea; the loons gratefully set Aetaentsic on his back.
“It is not right for her to live upon my shell,” Turtle said. “She needs land to live upon.” One by one the animals dove beneath the waters, looking for earth. Some died, all failed. Finally, lowly Toad returned, half-dead but with a tiny bit of mud in his mouth. From that little bit of mud, Aetaentsic formed the World.
With land beneath her feet, she gave birth to the twins she carried. One good,
Tijus-kaha; one bad, Tawis-karong. Again, this was a case of life out of death, for Aetaentsic’s evil son refused to come into the world the normal way. Instead, in a decidedly Alien moment, he broke forth from her side and killed her. All was not in vain: out of her body came all the plants of the Earth, maize and gourds, herbs and trees. She enriched the Earth that her sons might prepare it for the humans who were to come. But that is another story.
Did Fire Dragon sire Aetaentsic’s children as Chief-of-All-the-Earth feared? Is there noble Dragon blood coursing through the veins of the World makers? It is quite possible. In a Cosmic heartbeat, the Dragon went from attentive intimate to fair-weather friend, an act indicative of a guilty conscience and/or dread at what the Sky God might do to him. A further clue as to the twins’ paternity can be found in a variation on the tale in which the good twin is known as Se’ sta or Man of Fire.
It gives one pause.
copyright 2011 Shawn MacKENZIE
Tonight, in honor of this wonderful Cosmic Dragon, ignite a handful of sparklers. Let them reach out across the heavens, lighting Aetaentsic’s descent and calling Fire Dragon home.
 Further south, we enter the realm of the Feathered Serpents and that is a whole different nest of basilisks.
 There are some transplants, such as Aido Hwedo who made his way across the Atlantic with the slave trade, taking up residence in certain corners of the Caribbean.
 Othello had nothing on him.
 Or of what he’d already done to him. Chief-of-All-the-Earth might well have chased the Fire Dragon to the far ends of the galaxy. Or worse.
 Much as the draconic qualities of courage and loyalty and wisdom are valued in people, their source is frequently kept in the closet. Dragons deserve better.