A Journey Across Realms

If you hope to understand who I am, understand where I’ve been. In the physical sense: I grew up in Alberta, Canada, in the far rural north. You probably wouldn’t know the town name and I can assure you, people there were vastly Christian and terrified of any spiritual darkness. I know how to play at Christianity. In the metaphysical sense, I have always been drawn to liminal spaces, the thresholds between the known and the mysterious, fascinated by worlds that lie beyond the veil of ordinary perception. The mundane waking life has never been enough to contain me.

My earliest experiences with magick came through dreams. When most 80s children played in the streets, I soared on wings of imagination into the skies of the astral plane, feeling the wind beneath my wings. It was in these childish fancies and dreamlike journeys I first encountered the ancient energies that would later define my practice. From the inexhaustible realms of my imagination, at that time cultivated by fantasy and cartoons, a pull from forces much older and more powerful than anything I could comprehend at the time. I’m not embarrassed to admit the dragons of cartoon ignited my imagination and made me wonder: could these forces be something more than just drawings?

As a teenager, I identified as a witch, though it was a term that never quite fit. Through my growing connection with the Draconic Current I realized I wasn’t merely a casual baby witch, a practitioner of magick for shits and giggles. I knew I had potential to become something far more potent. I remember my first direct encounter with draconic energy vividly. Like a thunderbolt through my soul. Wild, ancient, uncontainable.

This was more than lighting coloured candles for simple abundance and love spells. It was about becoming a conduit for a power that existed before the universe itself took shape.

From that moment, I was no longer Ava, a silly curious soul reaching beyond the stars. I inherited my magick name, the true name of my soul from before time began. I became Aurelius Valen Drakonis, a name chosen with purpose and intention. My new magick name would honour the lineage of wisdom and mastery I inherited and would inevitably embody. A. V. Drakonis. We all have our given name. This was my chosen name, my soul’s name. I hope to do it justice.

The Power of Ancestry

Some say magick is in the blood.

In my case, I’ve found this to be profoundly true. My grandfather, a Freemason, first introduced me to a structured, ceremonial side of magick. I suppose he wasn’t supposed to, but he liked that I alone of his grandchildren was willing to listen to his stories. His teachings planted seeds of what would blossom into a deep appreciation for tradition. That’s why I follow the Golden Dawn system. It’s through his influence I gained my Thelemite approach. While I enjoy a non-structured approach to magick as well, I find the Hermetic traditions provide an entry flow into magick that makes studying a grand and nearly incomprehensible art possible for the average reader.

Of course, while I got my feet wet by struggling through the Black Brick, I was never satisfied with just one option.

While these influences were foundational, my curiosity led me beyond the formal robes and structured practice into the wilder currents of magick. Maybe my childhood astral projection experiments left this opening in my soul. In that hole filled the wild: draconic forces, chaos magick, and technomancy. Arcane notions that others either feared or misunderstood. I melded both sides of my practice. On the formal, the great forces of Goetic spirits and the Qliphoth, the shadowy realms that hide from the untrained eye—these became my playground. On the informal, sigilcraft and tinkering with radonics machines.

Sometimes through painful lessons, I’ve learned power must be wielded with precision and respect. Magick is not just about getting what you want, but aligning yourself with forces much larger than your individual self.

The Ascension of A.V. Drakonis: A Balance of Masculine and Feminine

For me, astral projection, it’s as natural as breathing, though it didn’t come easily at first. It took years of trial, error, and discipline to reach the level of control I now possess. If there’s one art I feel like I’ve mastered, it’s astral projection.

My astral form is fluid, malleable, and strong—unshackled by the limitations of my physical body. I soar on wings like a bird, and I burn with the furnace of a dragon. Through these journeys I’ve come into contact with beings most only dare to dream of: angels, demons, dragons, gods. When most humbled by their presence, I turned within and saw I myself, a god, waiting to be born.

These experiences shaped my understanding of the universe as an interconnected web of forces, both light and dark. This web, we as mages are privileged to navigate. I seek to balance the light and the dark within myself.

If there’s one art I feel like I haven’t mastered, it’s transformation. I still have so much I can become.

The Draconic current changed me. It’s not for the weak-willed. Draconic magick demands strength, resolve, and a fiery will. Through their fire I shed my gender and was reborn.

I like to think my connection with dragons is not one of domination, but of partnership. Of course, everyone who works with a great entity likes to think that. Dragons are primordial beings, wielders of immense power. When they choose to work with you, you’ve proven yourself worthy. The first dragon that I asked to work with, demanded I prove myself by losing 20% of my body fat! Fitness! Sheesh! This transformation took me from an out-of-shape baby witch to a physically more powerful form, and I began to understand the importance of sculpting my body as a temple. Through their teachings, I’ve learned the true meaning of transformation. I shed my old skin. I rose anew from a forest bowed heavy with fresh ash. Just as the fire sweeps through the great forests of my home in Canada, and purple fireweed rises from the blackened forests, so I too rose and bloomed.

The draconic path has given me access to untold wisdom and personal power, but it has also humbled me, reminding me of my place in the grand cosmic scheme. I am but ash, a fertile field from which potential blossoms.

The journey through the Qliphothic Tree of Shadows was perhaps my most profound personal transformation, one that left me forever changed. I still don’t believe I’ve fully completed my journey through the Tunnels of Set. During this intense process, I confronted my highest aspirations and my deepest shadows. Through this confrontation that I transitioned to non-binary embraced the divine balance of masculine and feminine within me. I’ll talk more about my gender identity in another post.

Because of this journey, my Drakonis identity is one that transcends the binary boundaries of the self, merging the cosmic masculine wisdom of figures like Marcus Aurelius, whose karma I feel I am processing in this mortal shell, with the nurturing, chaotic feminine energy of the dragon, the Great Mother of all things. In embracing this balance, I have found a power that is truly limitless.

A. V. Drakonis’ Invitation to Mastery

The world of magick is filled with charlatans and those who play at power without truly understanding it. I’ve been through trials, made mistakes, and come out stronger for it. Every ritual, every spell, every encounter with spirits has shaped me into the being I am today—an adept still barely scratching the surface of some esoteria, a master in certain disciplines, a forever-student of the mysteries. I can’t pretend I know it all, but what I do know, is none of us will make it without each other’s guiding hand.

What I share is the culmination of four decades of experience, of deep, immersive learning, both through my lineage and through my own restless pursuit of the unknown. This blog-form body of work, is my way of offering a free hand to those who, like me, are willing to confront the mysteries of the universe and, in doing so, transform themselves.

If you follow my diary, you won’t find hollow promises or fluff. You’ll find the hard-earned wisdom of someone who has walked through fire, danced with dragons, and stared into the eyes of eternity itself. You will learn, you will grow, and most importantly, you will empower yourself to become something more than you ever thought possible.

I don’t (currently) have anything for sale. What you see is what you get. Only you can do something meaningful with what you get.

So, welcome to my domain—whether you’re here to learn, to question, or to evolve. If you seek knowledge, I will provide what I know. If you seek power, I will guide you to holes into which you yourself must delve.

Know this: nothing comes without effort. Magick requires will, discipline, and a readiness to face both your light and your shadow. The journey is not easy.

I promise you, it is worth it.

A. V. Drakonis is more than just a name—it’s my personal symbol of transformation, mastery, and the relentless pursuit of the arcane. It’s a promise. It’s the matrix of my authority. My hope is that through this blog, you will find your own path to power, your own ascent into the realms of magick and mystery. And may be you too will write a little and share your wisdom with the world through the grimore of a blog.

The dragons are waiting.

Unvisaue: and so it is.