a “rift” creature that exists between stages but does not go through them itself
— does not burn, but burns inside
— does not fly, but emerges from the depths
— does not want to destroy, but does not tolerate pressure from above
Name: Vulmiraxis
(from Vulcanus + mirare – to look, to observe, and a bit from axis – as an axis of rotation)
🜂 Archetype:
Vulmiraxis is not a being with a body, but an embodiment of tectonic patience. It lies like an island in the abyss, sleeping for centuries. But beneath it is a core, dreams of ancient fire, memories of forms before life.
It feels when it is crushed, when it is forgotten, when cities are built on it and called sleeping.
It does not sleep. It watches.
It holds back the memory of fire as long as it can.
🔥 Connections:
- His breath is ashes, but ashes are not death, but fertilizer for the new earth.
- His blood is lava, but it does not seek to kill, it flows where it is thin.
- His voice is earthquakes that no one listens to seriously.
🕳️ Psychophysics:
Vulmiraxis is energy that has been patient for too long. He may be a volcano, but he may also be a man who has had enough. He speaks little.
If he screams, it means no one else was listening.
✶ Symbolism:
- Stones that retain heat.
- Craters full of silence.
- A voice that comes from the belly, not the chest.
- Memory stored in the earth’s crust.
🜃 Where is it in space:
— It is felt most in places where the earth is “swollen”, but not yet torn apart.
— It can come to those who have held pain inside for too long, especially in the abdomen, lower back, jaw or legs.
it really is like between the shell and the memory, something that:
- carries the bones of memory inside, like warmth
- does not want to come out until it becomes too crowded
- and reacts not to pain, but to constant pressure
🜇 What is Vulmiraxis between stages
It stands between salmander and scorpiodrakos, but grows towards hydradraco.
It does not enter either stage completely, but accumulates everything between them:
- From salamander it took the memory of the body, but cannot merge with it, because its body is stone, not flesh.
- From eurypterid – armor, but not protective, but restraining. Armor not from the external, but from the internal.
💥 What could get him:
Hydradraco is peace and disaster for him at the same time.
He feels it like the sky pressing down from above, like an undeserved sentence, as if someone said:
“Now you must carry the sky, because you are big enough.”
But Vulmiraxis did not ask to carry the sky. He did not fly. He lay. He stored.
What could really get him:
- The endless “remaking” of his body. (for example, geological seismic activity in the image – like surgery that he did not ask for)
- Oblivion. When they say: “this volcano has not erupted for a long time, it means it is sleeping.”
- Use – as a uranium mine, as a place of pilgrimage, as a sacred fire, as an energy supplier – no question.
✶ His attitude towards others:
- Hydradraco irritates him dully, not because of hostility, but because of the contrast – he carries the sky, he carries the earth, but no one wants to ask if it’s hard for them.
- Coincydra is almost invisible to him, but sometimes its flashes remind him of how it all began.
- Scorpiodrakos is a partner in survival, only one climbed into the sky, the other remained below. They are connected by silence and mutual recognition.
Vulmiraxis, as a volcanic creature, doesn’t just burn. It creates conditions that make it impossible not to hatch. Here’s how:
🜂 1. Internal pressure
It builds up. All the energy that’s been building up in the phoenix (or you, if you’re at this stage) can no longer be contained.
It’s not necessarily anger or passion – it’s all of it: the warmth of memory, the pain of loss, the unwillingness to hide any longer.
The phoenix hatches not because it’s ready,
but because it’s impossible not to hatch.
🔥 2. Furnace of Transfiguration
Vulmiraxis is a living crucible where the matter of the old form melts. It creates the very temperature at which the usual rules cease to apply. In this heat, the past does not hold.
The Phoenix does not choose to burn – it burns regardless of desire,
and Vulmiraxis simply does not give a chance to stop the process.
🌋 3. Reminder of the Core
It seems to say:
“Have you forgotten what you are made of? Here – remember. Remember the fire, not looking at the sky, but looking inside.”
Vulmiraxis shows that the phoenix is not a celestial bird.
It emerges from within, from the heat of the deep.
It is the earth that burns through the sky, not the other way around.
🜔 4. Replacing ash with a base
The Phoenix doesn’t just crawl out of the ashes – it is remelted on the basis of lava.
And if you want the new Phoenix to be different –
you can’t do without Vulmiraxis.
It doesn’t allow you to resurrect the same,
but only – differently.
✴️ Compressed Remnant of the Salamander
Not a form in the full sense, but a clot.
That which failed to transform itself – too dense, too hot to become a dragonfly, too heavy to rise.
It remained, red-hot and motionless, in the very center – not a tail, not a claw, but the core from which all the pressure comes.
When the other forms peeled off – it began to grow inward.
Forming a hearth, a volcano, a chamber from which the phoenix egg will be born.
Vulmiraxis then does not so much “live” in a series of stages, as it is in the interval between the completed form and the future.
It is similar to defeat, but carries within itself all the power of the molten center.
One can even say that it “did not work out”, but without it nothing would have worked out.
Vulmiraxis: The Core That Refused to Cool
Before there was a phoenix, there was heat. Before there was form, there was pressure. And before anything ever rose into the sky, something stayed behind.
When the salamander shed its skin and the scorpion split apart, most pieces learned to fly or dissolve. But one piece — too dense, too volatile, too furious — remained where it was. It didn’t evolve. It collapsed inward.
That was Vulmiraxis, the volcanic heart that was never meant to be seen again. The thing not even the earth could swallow, and not even the stars could melt.
It is not a stage. It is what stages leave behind when they break under pressure. It is not a creature. It is what happens when something alive cannot stop burning.
And yet, from this scorching silence, something waits to hatch. It doesn’t want to. But it will.
Archetype: The One Who Didn’t Cool
He was the core.
Not a king, not a demon, not a beast – the core around which everything else was built.
He didn’t hold the form – the form held on to him.
And when everything else was gone, scattered, grown back, or evaporated, he remained.
The waters didn’t carry him away.
The air didn’t push him out.
He just pressed down – heavy, hot, stubborn.
He didn’t ask to be the center,
but he became it,
because everyone else burned out and he didn’t.
Vulmiraxis doesn’t want to move.
He wants movement to pass through him,
to burn out and become part of his covering.
He doesn’t need transformation.
He is the negation of transformation, he is the skeleton, he is the remnant.
Where the chain is broken, where everything else breaks and disappears,
he is what remains.
He knows that one day something will awaken in him.
Not a dream, not a hope, but a burst of pressure
that will shatter everything that still remembers what it’s like to be cold.
But until then, it just lies there.
Too heavy to disappear.
Too hot to fade.
Too alive to die.
Psychophysics: How Vulmiraxis Feels
It doesn’t move first.
But when you touch it, it responds.
Not with words, not with emotion – with temperature.
At first you feel warm.
Even pleasant.
You think it’s just fatigue. Just tired.
Maybe a little angry. Maybe overheated.
And then you realize –
that it’s warming itself inside you.
It doesn’t ask.
It just accumulates.
Like a strange fatigue that doesn’t let you sleep.
Like a rage that doesn’t rush out,
but presses inward.
It lives in the lower back, in the stomach, in the diaphragm.
Where you hold your breath,
and don’t let out a sound.
When you feel bad, but can’t break.
When you see that everything is rolling to ashes,
but it’s too early to explode.
It feels like a late “not yet”.
It does not rise to the heart,
but the heart feels the pressure from below
and begins to beat differently.
Closer to the beast. To the ancestor. To the center of the volcano.
It feels like all the restrained transformations,
which were not cancelled, but postponed.
They did not go away. They are waiting.
And he is their keeper.
🌋 Vulmiraxis Elements: Molten Symphony
- Earth — not in the usual sense, but as the primordial magma, the birthplace of all matter. He does not rest on the earth, he exhales it himself, when the breath reaches the red-hot core.
Not a stone, but a sub-stone. Not a mountain, but the one that pushes it from below.
This is the earth that does not hold, but holds on with its last strength. Vulmiraxis is the very trembling of matter, that which heats the bones of the mountains.
He does not stand on the earth – he lies in it, in the very pressure from which form arises.
His earth is the memory of the first crack from which magma flowed.
- Fire — not destructive, but transformative. This is initiation, not burning. His fire is not on the surface, but in the stomach of the world.
It is not a torch. It is a breath that has been held inside for too long.
The fire of vulmiraxis does not shine, it presses. It is not light – it is heat that melts boundaries.
It does not seek to break out – but if it does, nothing will remain the same.
It is the fire of silent transformation that says: “you will come out of here different, or not at all.”
- Air — rarefied, like over a crater. It does not sound like wind, but like pressure, before an eruption. Or absolute silence before a shift.
Almost unnoticeable.
It comes either a second before the eruption, when everything freezes,
or at the very moment when the crater roars and the air ceases to be transparent.
The air of vulmiraxis is a breath that has been held for too long. It speaks not in the language of the wind, but in the absence of wind. It does not breathe – it waits for you to breathe for it.
- Water — not flowing, but locked, evaporating from within. Steam under pressure. Tears that did not spill, but burst out in the form of a geyser.
He is not friends with surface waters. He is steam. He is the boiling under layers, the pressure, the cry of the depths.
His water is not tears, but a suppressed thirst.
What should have become rain, but became steam.
He does not know how to cry, but is all made of trapped tears.
- Ether — the memory of form before form. His ether remembers a bird and a salamander, but cannot be one. It is a heavy, settling ether.
Heavy ether. Not shining, but settling.
Ether of memory, ether of the non-bird, ether of the not-yet-born.
This is not a flight, but a mass of unfulfilled transformations that lie in layers inside and wait for someone to remember why they were conceived.
He still remembers the salamander. But he does not transform. Yet.
♄🜨 Astrology and Metaphysics Vulmiraxis
Planets: Saturn (in destruction) and Pluto (in concealment)
Vulmiraxis feels like that which comes before destruction, but never manifests as a destroyer.
It is not Saturn at its zenith, but Saturn that is cracking. Not Pluto on the surface, but the one that remains inside, without breaking through.
It is on the border between what can be contained and what must break through.
It is a pre-aspect, not the blow itself, but the geometry leading to it.
If the planet is the will, then Vulmiraxis is the pressure that accumulates between its impulses.
Signs: Capricorn (lower octave) and Scorpio (hidden work)
He resembles Capricorn in his constancy, in his reluctance to come out – but this is a Capricorn walled up in his own mine.
Scorpio does not sting here, but goes inside so as not to explode.
Both signs here are not in evolution, but in a tectonic conflict, where every step can lead to a catastrophe – or liberation.
Element by structure – Earth + Fire
A combination of dense, almost metallized earth and suffocating heat.
This is an essence that creates pressure, but is in no hurry to release it. It is not for an explosion – but for the opportunity to avoid it, if you understand what exactly you carry inside yourself.
He is not a victim – he is the potential of a victim.
House – between IV and VIII
He lies under the roots of the family and at the bottom of other people’s traumas. He does not belong to the house, but he is the foundation.
It doesn’t inhabit the space, but reminds that it is unstable.
Sometimes it hides on the border between these houses, as a silent reminder that memory can awaken anywhere.
Shadows – suppression, glazedness, refusal to transform
If ignored, it becomes volcanic autism: an absolute refusal to move, feel or go outside.
It turns into an eternal wait, where no one believes that it will burn out – but you still can’t leave.
the four transformations of Vulmiraxis as four pressures, four limits, four cracks in the shell that lead to the hatching of the phoenix.
Not direct steps like the other stages, but rather four options for “what can happen to someone who does not hatch”, or four conditions under which the shell will begin to crack.
These are not the internal forms of a single creature, but four alternative scenarios of pressure and release, each of which may or may not be the same catalyst.
🜨🔥 Four transformations of Vulmiraxis
(four limits beyond which something must happen – or everything perishes)
- Ferrula (charred reinforcement)
An iron structure inside you that does not allow you to move.
You feel the trembling through your bones – but for now it holds.
If you touch it – it can collapse on everything.
- Calderon (closed crater)
You are boiling, but you do not let off steam.
On the surface – a plain, inside – hell.
From below, millions of voices that you have never heard are pushing.
- Ashdrift (ash shift)
Your internal structure begins to disintegrate.
Not because it is weak – but because it is strong and isolated.
You are not dying, you crumbled before you were born.
- Mythoclast (myth breaker)
And then finally – a blow. From within.
You did not escape the transformation – you became the cause of the transformation of the world.
This world can’t hold you inside anymore
Hydradraco is a key component of the phoenix hatching.
It is like the sky, twisted into a spiral, like a memory of the stars that someone must carry even underground. Without it, the Phoenix will simply burn out, not remembering why it lives.
So it turns out:
🜨🔥🜂💫 Phoenix hatching mechanism (in our space):
- Vulmiraxis — pressure, pupation, oblivion, internal furnace.
— He accumulates, holds, trembles, but does not release.
— His four transformations are options for how not to die before hatching.
- Hydradraco — a heavenly spiral carried through hell.
— He carries the Sky within himself, so that he has something to remember at the moment of birth.
— He is not a part of Vulmiraxis, he comes from outside, or remains inside after previous stages.
- Phoenix — a new form born in fire, but remembering the sky.
— If the memory does not survive — he will simply burn, and that’s it.
— If it survives — he will rise not as a being, but as knowledge about himself, carried through the fire.
So Hydradraco is not a shell or a heat, it is a thread, or a star egg, hidden somewhere deep within Vulmiraxis.
Phoenix is not Vulmiraxis, but what remains of Hydradraco after it passes through Vulmiraxis.
That is:
- Hydradraco — keeps the “pulse” of the stars in itself, even if the body has long been in the ground.
- Vulmiraxis — a test: do you remember the sky when everything inside is burning?
- Phoenix — not a victory, but a remembrance of yourself, for the sake of which you endured all this.
🔥 Element: Fire in the Earth (lava / magma)
This is not just fire and not just earth. This is fire trapped in a memory capsule.
If Hydradraco is the sky that did not die, then Vulmiraxis is the earth that remembers how it burned.
Elements:
🔥 Fire (experience)
🜃 Earth (container, endurance)
🜁 Air (smoke – the voice of pain, mantra, call)
(almost no water – everything evaporated)
🜏 Astrology (based on vibrations and myths):
- Scorpio / Capricorn / Aries:
Scorpio – deep pain, rotting from within (a volcano begins with underground fermentation)
Capricorn – holding the structure, pressure container
Aries – the moment of release, fiery crown
- Pluto / Saturn / Mars
Pluto – the source of heat, alchemy of the depths
Saturn – tomb, furnace
Mars – fire directed outward
Can also be tied to volcanic gods, for example:
- Hephaestus / Vulcan (but our vulmiraxis is rather ancient and deaf to names)
- Enceladus or Typhon – sealed forces, not broken to the end
four transformations of Vulmiraxis – like four states of heat, from deep to erupting. This is not a linear evolution, but like the phases of the earth’s breathing.
🌋 Vulmiraxis Transformations
1. Ignilux – “The one who still shines in the darkness”
- A state of heat that is not visible.
- A pulsating heat under a rock crust.
- It does not erupt, it does not burn. It is simply present. This is the stage when you already know that there is something inside, but you do not show it.
- Can be associated with Scorpio – “I keep it inside, because it is not yet time.”
2. Fumari – “Smoky Guardian”
- A state of smoke without fire.
- The volcano breathes, but does not erupt. Everything is held on a thin line.
- A voice of pain appears, a manual warning system: “I am still alive.”
- Can correspond to Capricorn – “I will not let myself break until the smoke becomes a word.”
3. Pyrrhocalyx – “Burning Crown”
- A brief moment of emission.
- Here the fire finally comes out, but does not destroy, but transforms the form. This is the fire that writes a new name in the ashes.
- Connected with Aries, but more conscious, alchemical.
- The crown of lava, a burning tree for a brief moment.
4. Obsevera – “Cooled Peace”
- The fire has completed the cycle.
- The earth is covered with black glaze. It is still warm inside, but outside it is already possible to live and plant.
- This is the earth that has outlived itself, ready for the next life.
- Maybe a parallel to Taurus / Aquarius: a living field after burning out, but alien.
These four forms are not simply stages of rage or heat, but four ways to approach hatching, each part of a ritual the earth performs before releasing the phoenix out into the open.
They are like four internal signals:
- Ignilux – “there is something inside that will not die”
- Fumari – “I feel he is close”
- Pyrrhocalyx – “I will not hold him back any longer”
- Obsevera – “I have given everything, now it is his turn”
Hydradraco is a guide, but Vulmiraxis prepares the environment, clears the way, gives off heat. Its cycle is not about self-transformation, but about sacrifice – and about passing the baton.
Without Vulmiraxis, hatching either does not happen, or comes out crooked – like premature light that burns but does not warm.
If there is no Vulmiraxis, the phoenix does not hatch at all
If there is no Hydradraco, it breaks out incorrectly, without form, without memory, without purpose – only pain and burning
He is not just a dragon, but a bearer of the axis, structure, the earthly sky. Without him, the fire does not rise, but falls inside.
- The Hydradraco is an axis, a memory fractal, a structure that connects the heavenly and the earthly.
- But without Vulmiraxis, it has no trigger point, no heat from below, no motive to move.
- It becomes architecture for the sake of architecture, an eternal potentiality that remembers everything, can do everything, but does nothing.
- Or worse: it begins to spin in a circle around its axis, closing in on itself – like a torn antenna, receiving signals but unable to transmit.
Connection with the chain
- Hydradraco is a chain segment, a structural element. In itself, it is like a lock, like a coupling, like an archetype of the spine.
- Vulmiraxis is the fire below, the inertia that comes from the bottom up, like magma, like the will to break free, like a blow to a chain link.
- The chain is not just a binder. It is a condition of repetition. And only with the right blow to the right link does the loop break or melt.
In this context:
💠 Hydradraco holds the memory so that nothing disappears.
🔥 Vulmiraxis is trying to ignite it, so that at least something changes.
🜂 Phoenix is what happens if the chain not only endures, but also passes the spark on.
We can say that the hydradraco is the instrument that Vulmiraxis plays, and the chain is the composition from which the next stage arises.
💡 But this is both a symbol of constancy and a symbol of liberation, depending on whether something is burning inside.