Magical indeed, as Erika already awed.
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For me there were instant resonances with the Fisher King, indeed, but also for that tooth, with Jason the Argonaut. Dragon teeth turn into an army of men: the ferocity of a lower nature or dormant will is transformed into a conscious (thinking) wise action.
Reading your writing, caped by its aura, I believe in the golden fleece (Higher Self) again: that enlightenment we can drape around our shoulders, sheltering the heart, off-setting the head, off to meet with Medea (in myth not the wicked witch of Euripides but the forces of astute conscious awaress that work best in a mellower tone of heart).
For more on an (anthroposophical) reading of Greek mythology see Leo Heirman (who really brings some of the myths renewedly alive and accessible to the modern mind, I found, without doing a Stephen Fry on them and using only a modern mind to decode them).