I wrote something this morning about names and the power they have. Mainly because I was woken from a dream because someone was calling my name. Not someone in my house, mind you. After some sleuthing, turns out it was Duke Focalor, who is around me as a guardian.

Now, the interesting thing is, for the longest time, I thought the good Duke was a red dragon that I simply called “Red.” I didn’t know, at first, that he was a Dark lord. I thought I had a dragon! It wasn’t until I met someone a few months back who recognized his energy.

Which is all to bring me to my experience. I’ve been having a hard time going back to calling him Red since discovering he is, in fact, a dark Duke. He has repeatedly told me it’s okay to keep calling him Red and that he even likes it. My brain, however, keeps telling me it’s disrespectful. Something to deconstruct.

While in the shower and imagining all the black ick from the day going down the drain I asked if he would mind helping me with a road opener for my husband. Duke Focalor said, “absolutely. As long as you call me Red. ” I don’t know if it was imagining all the bad stuff washing away from me or his tone or whether or not he inflected any energy into it but something hit me. It’s not disrespectful to use a preferred name with anyone else. Why should this be different?