The Journey

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Earth & Space, 6th of December , Door 6

“Divine Soul, I am willing and ready to listen”.

“Really let all the stardust and particles shed through your life. Don’t try to understand what I am saying. Feel it and dance through it all. Rest and move and rest and move again . All is an eternal dance and you choose the tunes. You really do. What you set your reciever to is what you recieve. Just like a radio. Juice FM or Downbeat Dread ? Sparkle and Space or Beat The Shit Out Of My Brain ? I can go on and on saying the same thing in tens of thousands different ways, yet the message will always be the same. Choose. Act. Then choose again.”

She put the feathery inkpen down. Blew out the candle, opened the window to the winternight. Exhaled a dust of white foam in the starry sky.

It was time to act.

Author: Cecilia Götherström/ Pejuta Wakinyazi

Picture: From Pintrest

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Earth & Space, 5th of December , Door 5

Feathers, pinecones
and angels
Many are 
the colours
of
the soul 

Little, bereft 
ungrounded
Nothing matters more
than
the show

Feathers 
floating 
in space
To the fortress
of 
tremendous
luminescence

Grounding
in earth
The wounded
cones

Life becomes life
once again
Rooted, full
omnipresent

And the cycles go
on
and
on
and
on

Where in the spiral
you find
yourself
look in the middle ahead

There in the mirror, skewed
what you believe 
to be
true

Feathers, pinecones
and angels
Spin
their way
through
your life

Tender the
sacred
spiralling
cones
light
the way

Angels carry you
forward,
because you are 
part 
of the light

No matter how
lost
unloved
you might
feel

The distorted light
forms
a 
line

Line becomes
love
Love
becomes
light

Light
Become 
feathers
and
pinecones
and angels

Movement in 
space
re-shapes
again

First there was
light
and
sound

Frequency
the
only truth

Blueprint 
and
goldprint
and
stories

You,
you
will always
find your
true

Mahakash

Author: Cecilia Götherström /Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 4th of December, Door 4

A flickering light,
a diminishing flame

Reaching for the skies
as the wick
dies down,
curling inwards,
imploding

The end of the end of the end.

You see, the light needs to die before it can be reborn. That is what it does. That is what light is. Swallowed by darkness it hides underneath the ground. Germinates. Sprouts.

The darkness cannot be fought. It needs space. It needs to be given space.

You see, eventually darkness will feel so alone that it can do nothing but invite light in. Make space for it. Dance with it. Live with it. Mix with it. Mingle.

The light needs to die to be re-born. Darkness is the space where the light grows. Without darkness, no rest. Without rest, no movement.

You see, flow is what happens in the space between two points, two destinations. Music is what happens in the space between two notes.

Darkness. Space. Movement. Light.

Author: Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space , 3rd of December, Door 3

Time and Space. Space and Time. Location. Destination.

Magic.

Destination: Magic.
Location: Magic.
Time : Magic.
Space.

Many are the things that take no space, as space is.
Magic space.

All around you. Everywhere. You are inside magic space. Magic space fills you up. You are magic space.

In Honour of The Two of Us. Of the Three of Us. Of the Four of Us. Of the space of Us.
In Honour of The Space.

Fill it with what you need. With what you truly need. Nothing is too small. Nothing is too large.

Hear it. See it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it. Dance it. Sing it. Be it.
All the time and all ways. In the movement of space.

Snow!
Frozen space!

Magic spun in crystals. Fractals frozen in time. As time moves they move too. Melt. Re-form, re-shape, re-turn. Magic.

I choose magic.
I choose life.
I choose sparkle.
I choose space.



Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Transmissions of Starlight / 18

We went into the woods to be baptized by the trees. Over and over again. Bowing under ash, dancing under cedar, reaching for oak, hiding under willow, laughing with pine, sitting under beech, healing through birch, cocooning under elm. Every breath a baptism.

Do you remember how the trees actually found us? You wanted to head for the ocean and I pulled you towards the trees. Do you remember biking under them to get to the open fields? I sang to make you stop and sense them there right underneath their canopy.

Do you remember how their leaves turned yellow, bright, red, golden, orange ? Like they showed us the multidimensionality of every single essence which grows. The sides which turn in the wind and look different from every direction.

Do you remember them bearing fruit? And how every new entry to ,and every exit out of , the woods had its ritual of me devouring at least one of those fruits?

Do you remember that there is actually not a lot to remember aside from that we were, we are, together? That it was how our journey together started? And it will never end. As it is a journey on a thread of many journeys. Might feel like it has a beginning and an end, yet all it has is a continuity. A continuity of that which holds it. Life. Light. Power. The Force.

Do you remember driving through all the trees to find me? To pick me up? How it felt like home once you entered the pine forests? How you loved the birches, ashes, oaks et al and that love turned to passion and homecoming when the pines started lining the road?

That is the continuity I want you to follow. 

The continuity of the continuity of space, passion, life. You. Trinity. Power, Stillness and Presence. Smack right in the continuity of Space, Passion and Life.

If that ain’t an instruction for the New Chapter, I don’t know what is. And I, I know everything. I am Starlight.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Snoozing, snoring blessing

Snoozing, snoring blessing.
On a pile of blankets
in the corner.
Sweetness sleeping.

Curled up
like in a den.

Comfort in heart.
Comfort in soul.
Even through loss
she has found some type of peace.
Being herself.

No compromise.

Only fullness.
Only love.
Only stamina.
Only Elsa.

- Cecilia Götherström, Jan 8th 2021
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 16. Dec 16th

“Sacred. Sacred. Sacred. Invitation. Invitation to write. Invitation to Be. Fierceness. Holy. Fierceness in Being. In writing. In creating. In moving through Earth. In moving through dimensions. In moving through this life, this love, this fullness of existing. That is sacred. Sacred Fierceness.”

The whispers were so clear Marcus could hear them like words being spoken in to his Soul and then echoing clearly in to his beingness. What he heard vibrated. Or did he hear first and then sense the vibration ?

“Not important”, the large Grey snoozing next to Marcus let go. “You humans can get so caught up in defining what came first, the whole chicken and egg thing. When you get stuck in details you lose the wholeness. Stepping away from that stuckness demands fierceness, passion, determination, Sacred Listening, Concious Dawn.”

“”An invitation to write”. I get it.”, Marcus said. “Everything is an invitation. To write. To listen. To sense. To be.”

“Yes, my child”, the great grey wolf got up, shook the snow which had settled in his fur during the morning’s gentle snowfall off himself, some of the crystals still lingering in his eyelashes. “Everything is an invitation. To be in Life. With everything which is put in front of you, behind you, above, below and around you. You in the center. Just like a Medicine Wheel.”

Grey sat down closer to Marcus and continued;

“You are the centre of your own individual Medicine Wheel. Intertwined with every other Medicine Wheel, in this and all other dimensions – or you can call them layers if you’d like. Koshas. You see, Above and Below holds the meeting of the dimensions. Center is where you are invited to hold yours. Sacred. Every moment.

The cardinal directions are Life. You are always facing one of these directions during your day, your week, your month. From the Center you can see exactly that. 

Do the work. Receive the guidance offered. Learn the lesson right there. You can also choose by Concious Dawn every new morning, every new sacred moment, to move towards another direction. With guidance. With support. Doing the work. Being the Fierceness. Allowing for Sacredness to come in and open all the senses, the hearts and the minds.”

Grey made his way towards the icy lake in search of the morning’s drink. There was a space where the currents of the rivers running to and from the lake were strong enough to allow for openness where they could all drink.

As Marcus watched the gangly, strong and so extremely wild wolf gently moving down the hill, he realized 

– “That is sacredness. That is fierceness. Every step is Concious Dawn. Every movement is Sacred. Every breath is an invitation.”

He laid back down on his back, resting on the stack of pine branches that held his sleeping bag, looking up towards the morning star.

Star.

  • Cecilia Götherström, December 16th 2020.
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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 18th

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A totally unexpected sight met the pack in the  morning. They were expecting Elo the reindeer. He showed up. Not alone though. He was flanked by what could only be described as a squad of elves, surrounded by a large group of fairies, accompanied by a quite a gathering of Nissar.

“Awesome”, Craft howled enthusiastically. “This is it! I just wanted to get to the point where we simply show the human how to walk in magic, and here we go! Magic Mastery Club all gathered! Now my dear Dawn, let us all head down to the village.”

“Yohoooooo-oooo”, Wizard filled in. “We finally get to hang in the stable again. Gathering to prepare for the one, large Star-show.”

“Excuse me?”, Star looked at Wizard with questioning eyes.

“The comet, dear Star”, Elo jangled his horns as he spoke. “We will unveil the humans for a little while, to allow them to see the comet, and from there we’ll just let the magic unfold. Who knows, maybe, maybe this is the one light-sparkle eve that will open some more heart hearths.”

“Wow! This is amaaaazing!” Dawn got out of the Silent Rocks den. “It is like the air is alive with diamonds, like we are all part of the silver of the elves.”

Meru gently pushed Blue out of his resting place. “Come on kiddo, we’re off to the next place to play!”

The group started making their way through the deep white sheet of fresh powder snow, moving like one with yet each and every one distinctly carrying their own energy, their own qualities. It was a bit like a magic patchwork quilt, Dawn thought to herself. A circular, moving one, not a square and static one though.

What a sight it was to DragonWhite as she flew above the company. The Isness of the wolves carrying the purpose of this Earth, the wisdom of the reindeer held by the nature beings as a web in between the physical and ethereal, the human feeling so comfortable amidst it all. Walking in Magic.

Meru, Craft, Way and Star still had so much more to teach Dawn. They still had so much more undoing and re-grouping to perform, so much transmuting to orchestrate. This was no way going to be the end of the journey. It was just a tiny part of a huge beginning. Yet, as Wizard so fervently had pushed on about, there was no time to waste. They had work to do. It was actually perfect that this time of the year marked the beginning. The people of the valley were always a bit more open to the unusual, the magical and the lightbeings this time of the year. Moreover, this Wizard was not a sissy-wiz.

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 18th 2019 

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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 8th

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The lights were mesmerizing. So magically, carefully placed. Almost choreographed.

How could they have forgotten?

She moved like a mischievous fox at times, Red.

Easy to camouflage yourself as what humans considered harmless. Fantastically difficult to understand why, once she stepped out of her foxiness – which she rarely did this close to the village – to engulf her wolfness in all its reddish glow, the people of the valley started shaking, closing their doors fast. Just as heavily as they had slammed their hearts shut to the awestrikingness of Nature ages ago.

” I am Light”, Red spoke out loud. Howling she continued ”Why can’t you see the light in me , humans?”

”Because they can’t see the light in themselves and only light can mirror light.”

Was it the sparkle-adorned tree she was admiring who just spoke? No, her heart had heard his vibrations days ago already. Now her paws felt them .

Craft could not believe he’d found Red before he found Star. Or even before he found Meru and his companion. So, the game was changing already.

”But if they see the light in me, that can spark their own light so bright there is no way there can not be light.”

”The darkenss is so dark right now in their chambers, Way. The moonstones will light the way. We just have to gather first.”

Craft had called her by her tribe name. Way. Red had not heard her tribe name spoken in eons. She knew auspicious times were ahead. Now it was  tangible that they were smack in the middle of those times already.

”Craft?”

”Yes, my lovely.”

”Let’s just sit here with this tree for a while. I want to understand the need to light up and adorn what is already perfect and lit up by its soul already. I want to understand that blindness of inner the eyes”.

The two wolves burrowed down in the snow there on the hill. Connecting to the stars above. Listening to the glowing fire underneath the chimneys. Breathing in the crystal snow. Being.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 8th 2019

 

 

 

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For H… – and for M

I wrote this piece, for H and for M, in January of 2014. At a time where I could finally get closure on what happened 16 years earlier.

Today, in July of 2019, I can finally feel the true healing happening, thanks to SiStarHood galore. 

You will always be in my heart. In my every smile.

Thank you.

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You arrived with a bunch of our “season-friends”,
smile from cheek to cheek
as if you had swallowed the sun.

My heart fluttered,
euphoria
“He is here”, “he really came”

A wonderful summer could not come to a better end.

More than a hundred very special people,
connected in ways most outsiders never would understand
gathered in the evening sun this day in August.

Short speech,
the bar open,
the band playing,
the buffet inviting everyone to celebrate.

The air was alive,
the hearts were filled to the brim,
the beer was cold.

“Will you come with me?”
“Yes”, I whispered.

Your hands were warm.

“Tonight I have to host this party but tomorrow I am all yours.
We have the rest of our lives ahead of us”.

My words held a promise.

Two souls,
young, fearless and bright
amidst this crowd of connected spirits,
snowflakes being our glue.

It is night.

I lie here curled up against his body.
My face drowning in his naked chest,
my whole being shivering, quaking.

I try to breathe slow,
but I can´t.

One ear rests against his heart,
taking in the constant “thuck, thuck, thuck”,
the powerful blood,
the elixir of life pumping through his veins,
so alive,
so strong,
so real.

My other ear is listening to a different “thuck, thuck, thuck”,
the sound of the heavy coast guard helicopter,
surveilling the dark waters,
looking for your body,
so eerie,
yet so real.

Heart.
Helicopter.
Heart.
Helicopter.
Heart.
Helicopter.
Bodybag.
Heart.
Soul.

Cecilia Götherström, Jan 22nd 2014