The pack

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Earth & Space, 21st of December, Door 21

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“I am an Architect of Magic”.

Saga sits down, places her pen next to her well worn notebook, looks out the window. The breeze is picking up, a gentle snowfall is on its way. You can tell by the slight greying of the sky, by the way the birds are dancing through the air towards the bird feeder, even by the sound of the wind through the kitchen fan.

Why had she not thought about that before? “I am an Architect of Magic”.

“Because through thinking you would never have arrived there. In that space of insight of who you are, of what you are here to share with the world my dear.”

The large, white wolf settles down next to her. The way they share space has always been like something out of this world. From day one.

“ I am an Architect of Magic”, Saga says it out loud again.

“Do you remember that stanza which came to you last year? The one which also begins with “I am”?”

Who is that outside the door? Who is speaking? Saga gets up, walks towards the front door, sensing there is more to who is there than she can imagine. Before her hand touches the door handle she remembers. The strophe rushes in through consciousness like a leaf in the gust.

“I am a Force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in One!” she yells out as she opens the door.

Alba and Rosie! The two girls laugh, hug and cry at the same time. Rosie runs indoors, howls and performs the regular greeting dances, of course including the “hello I love you awesome to see you let me bite your fur and tug at your neck and throw you to the ground as you throw me to the ground good to see you or did I say that already ” wrestling game with AshWhite. 

A few moments later the wolves and humans are gathered in a huge pile on the floor in front of the fireplace, where the open fire for this Midwinter Equinox has been crackling since the early MorningStar hours already. The wind picks up. Large, thick, soft snowflakes are being spun and swirled around in a dance  even more intricate than the one the golden sky dragons performed a few days ago. Moonstones and pinecones are laid down on the altar. The four souls are singing together.

I am an Architect 
of Magic

Fire and
Ice
I 
am

Born of
Earth 
and
Space

Wild Moon
Child
I 
am

I am
a
Force
of
Nature

I am Power
and
Stillness
in
One

I am an Architect
of
Magic

Sacred
Fierceness
the
staff

Pinecones 
and Moonstones
the
source

of

Space and
Earth

of

Earth and
Space

of

The Promise of
Meru´s Wisdom

I am an Architect
of
Magic

All that I
am
is
Here

Now

Three words drift through space. Whispered.
Mahakash. Mahakash. Mahakash.
Seven times.

Mahakash
the magic spell

I am an Architect of Magic. 
I am.

Mahakash.

Let the Light die to be born anew. Makakash.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 7th of December, Door 7

Speak love in to being,
the starlings are back.
Rime and frozen windows,
magic is here to stay.

Wanting to do more than you can might be seen as virtue. It can also kill your spirit.
Not seeing what you are doing, while only seeing what you percieve to inherently lack, that is not what this thing you call life is about.

Speak love in to being. With every word you create. Don’t bash. Re-create.

See the wonder in her eyes. Let her love you, by loving her back in all the same ways she loves you. All of you. Also the impatient, wounded parts. She sees them, tilts her head, tries to understand them. It might be out of her world and being, but she does. She does understand them. And she loves you. All of you.

Speak love in to being.
The starlings are back.

Author : Starlight, Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi, Akasha, Elsa

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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 , 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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Earth & Space, 2nd of December , Door 2

Your paws are fully grown.
You are everything
and nothing
like your sisters
at all.

What seems to me
like a moment
on the road
to somewhere
is for you
an
eternity of ever newness
in one long moment
which never passes.

Her soulfulness and joyful presence always pushes right in to my being. I do not know how to not live with her. Where she ends and I begin has dissolved.

Maybe there was never a boundary in the first place.

That little fierce puppiness which shook me awake, took hold of not just socks and toilet paper rolls but of lives, of relationships, of the senses where the inner beings meet. That.

“When you focus on separateness, that is what you get”, she says with all her being. “When you listen to the play of movement, that is what you live with”.

“The agenda might be full, but the heart cup is being filled through other means. When you put that one on top of the list watch what happens. Listen inwards. Then observe.”

The guidance from within seems to overflow as we are entering this time of guided light. Enveloped by the dark wintery skies, displaying its dance of Aurora Borealis more and more often, the Star in the Heart sparkling ever brighter, as the milky way pathway lights up, Orion, Ursa Major and many more pulsate with their brightness. This is how we enter in to the arms of the one Mother, the one Father, being held.


December.

December paws. Touching snow. Touching a promise.

Touch.

Touching the infinite being.

Through the heart.

“How do you touch through the heart?”, I hear a giggling whisper. “That is the practice. That is the exploration”.

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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Transmissions of Starlight / 9

 Golden feathers, grey and warm. Dust falling off old souls and ashbins.

She, The One Queen from the other side of the veil. The brown-eyed, sacred fierce one, white and grey. She massed about the keys, the LightSisters, the Sacred Fierceness.

Could it be that the LightSisters are the keys? That Sacred Fierceness is the embodiment?

Trinity noticed the candle burning faster than time could possibly be moving, while the snow fell backwards outside.

“It’s all just perspectives, experiences. You decide what importance, what priority, what charge you dedicate to these. That is free will my dear. The one popes and men in hats tried to shove down our throats embedded in damp and stinky old parchments instead of letting us sing it out loudly”, The Gentle One with the Burning Heart spoke through the veil.

The two sisters sat there together. Watching Trinity.

In an instant Trinity realized she was not to walk in their footsteps. She was to allow their essence, knowing, wit, power, peace, bravery, love, fierceness, wholeness, gentleness, kindness, holiness, passion and full presence to walk in her every footstep. Creating her own footsteps.

“In those keys you also find all your knowing. We embodied them and now we lead you in turning the very same keys. Opening and closing. Closing and opening. Being aware of what is opening and closing, closing and opening. Consciously choosing what to open and what to close comes next, by its own accord. You can’t be conscious about being conscious before you are conscious about being conscious so to say”, The Gentle One smiled in that way only someone with a true GrandMother heart could.

“We have not gone anywhere. We are here. Right here. Nowhere else. Here. Always. Call on us, sing our names, dance our being. Those are the moves which make the strings on the lyre of life, a.k.a magic, resonate. Resonate and create. No more vibration as a reaction, so called backwater reaction resonance. Let your creation have a harmonious backwater resonance. Be you.”

“Moon and Star. Star and Moon. Moonlight. Dreams and dances. That is why I am here. That is why I keep nipping at your hands. I want them to weave, play, knit and orchestrate. Orchestrate Harmony”, The Young One looked at Trinity with the eyes of ancient wit.

Starlight.


Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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Transmissions of Starlight / 8

 She is teaching me 
how
to love again,
how to 
thaw
that coldness,
how to
trust,
through gentleness,
not forcing

She is teaching me
that
hail
is just frozen water,
that
Christmas
is in your heart,
not in a tree,
or in snow
on the ground

She is teaching me
that you can,
you should
love,
even when 
your heart
seems
to be breaking

She is teaching me
to listen,
to listen,
to listen
especially when
you don’t want to

She is teaching me
about lineage,
connection,
unbroken threads
of life
weaving unbound
in to 
each other

She is teaching me
about
Starlight,
remembering
gingerbread songs
in honour of the two of us
being 
always
left
unbroken

She is teaching me
to be
here,
now,
in the storm,
in the power,
in the stillness

She is teaching me
her 
ways

And I
I
get
to learn

Starlight


-	Trinity



Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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Elsa, my Elsa

Like a mild summer
rain,
a waterfall of
love,
drizzling down my cheeks

Your absence and
your presence
touch me every
morning

Alone in the heart,
immersed in the everything-
ness of your being

You are there,
I am here
Yet we are
everywhere




- Cecilia Götherström, July 7th 2022
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Elsa’s Song, Dec 18th 2021

The woman’s weathered hands moved across the ancient wand. 

To the untrained eye the object looked like a shrivelled up piece of wood. 

To Disa it had been obvious the first time her eyes met it that it was anything but wood. Being a blend of onyx, shungite, white alabaster, rock crystal and lava from the inner core of Mother Gaia, swirled together in a spiral like pattern it was an extremely magic wand. The Dragon Wind Wand. One of the most powerful instruments to ever grace the Earth plane, even though no instrument had any true power without intent.

Disa had noticed how some of the birdseeds in her garden had sprung out. How they had managed to do that, outside in the cold, on the thick layer of snow and ice covering the ground, was mystery to behold. Unless it was due to the bright light coming in from the galactic suns during the short days. Magic light for magic sprouts? 

Nejla and Ricky’s sleds had come to a halt. They had travelled throughout the early morning. At 3 am they had packed up, moved on for a few hours underneath the Ursid meteor showers. Now at 6.30 am it was time for a nap before the bright red and golden sun dawned. 

A deep sigh from the dogs spread through the quiet air. What seemed like just as deep a sigh sounded out from the surrounding woods seconds later.

“Light is the first cause, and every second cause is its shadow”, Maddy the Mighty stretched out like only cats can.

‘What’s that?” Ricky turned and looked at the cat.

“Oh, just something this pretty connected guy Rumi I once knew very well used to say”. Maddy curled up.

“How old are you Maddy?” Nejla asked.

“Ancient. Not that it matters though”, Maddy replied opening one eye. “Let’s just keep what the dude Rumi said in mind once we wake up with the sun after this nap OK? You will see. Oh yes, you will see.”

“Did you know I was about to name the second lead dog Rumi?” Ricky turned towards Nejla. “But he insisted on being called Kabir instead”.

Nejla could not help laughing out loud. “I always thought it such a weird combination of names and energies  with Thor and Kabir in the lead, but Thor and Rumi surely would have been outrageously weird.”

Another sigh from The Crew and The Pack. Time to snooze.

Disa picked up The Dragon Wind Wand.

Cecilia Götherström, December 18th 2020