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Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 12th

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Craft and Way made their way through the last part of the pine woods. Just in front of them,a bit further down, a silvery glow of the rising moon reflecting in the water. At the opening of the woods they could both see Star and Wizard moving as if floating above the pebble beach. A play of the reflections of gently moving dark blue water, slippery grey stones, sacred moon and morning light.

A tired morning howl to their right. A pup.

“Who are you?” Red called out to the pup.

“Who am I?”, the pup replied. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would tell me. That’s why I’m here. To find out who I am. Aren’t we all?”

“Cheeky little pup”, Red beamed. “Of course I know who you are now, and you know yourself too.”

The little bundle rolled around with laughter, jumped on to all fours again, got close to Red to tag along with them.

“Ooooooooommmmm, aaaaaaaauuuuuuummmmm, ooooooommmmm”, the sound of the Eternal Om started rising out of the holes in the field of the singing ice.

“Dawn of Dragons, we are here.”, Wizard poetically sang.

There they stood. Five wolves. A girl. A wizard. A dragon and a reindeer.

Time stood still. Everything was breathing, moving, pulsating with life and purpose. Yet time was not there. “Difficult to explain but it was just how it felt”, Dawn would explain to her friends much later.

“Sssssssssshhhhhh…., focus, listen, connect, Being”, Star whispered.

“Where are our moonstones?”, Red asked.

Meru proceeded to get the basket out from underneath the only birch tree on the whole beach – the one called “the misplaced tree” by the humans in the valley – in which he and Dawn had gathered all the pinecones and the two polar-moon-stones.

They all grabbed the pinecones, started laying them out in a circle on the rocky beach. At the north and south sections they placed the two large moonstones. Little pup had been gathering rocks on the beach, which he now placed in between the pinecones where he saw fit. He carefully positioned a red and a black stone at the east and west cardinal directions. In the center of the circle seven pinecones marked the middle.

“Process through the Soul”, a voice came out of the thin air as if the void itself had spoken. They all turned towards Star.

“We need to do some serious soul-knitting here”, Star explained. Looking at Meru a flash of golden arrows shot out of her eyes, bouncing in to each and every ones soul portals and then back, knitting the heart-ness together.

“Full Moon, we greet you. New Moon, we listen. We do have one thing to ask for though”, Wizard spoke. “We would like to ask you teach us all to look really deep, underneath the silver glow this time, please.”

The moon actually moved, as if it nodded.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 12th 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kringlans Kalender – Meru’s Wisdom, dec 9th

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Dawn sat down to rest on a piece of cleared rock at the frozen brook. They had followed the river upstream, high up . Left the banks where the wide open ocean met the waterway. Left ”the place where the meandering whirlwinds melt worlds together” as the alves called it in their carols.

They had gathered plenty of pinceones, Meru and herself. Moonstones, not so many. She’d found two large ones, the size of Meru’s back paw prints, in the shallow waters where the treeline met the snowy fields, close to where the stream was born.

”How on Earth are we going to find enough moonstones to build this Medicine Wheel, Meru?”

”Moonstones my dear are basically stones which speak in the moonlight. The two we have gathered already are the two poles, the Fire and Ice, connecting the remaining ones we shall find the coming three days on our way to the Full Moon.”

”Isn’t that the day we need to hold our ceremony? Is it only three days away?” She couldn’t help feeling a bit itchy from the anticipation.

”At the dawn of the full moon we gather. I have a feeling Craft has found Red already”, Meru replied. ”Which is a totally new phenomenon I must say. Way has always been the last knot, the one who seals. Yet now it seems we all need to connect in to Star, including Craft and Way as one force. Star is calling out to us all to share our power cries , assisting her in waking up the magic to this world. Whatever she means with ”this world”…”

Grandfather had once told Dawn that the reason she got her tribe name was so that she could be reborn every morning with the golden light of the sun reflecting the silvery wisdom in the glow of the moon. How could she had forgotten about that? And why did that memory come back and visit her this very moment?

”Everything is possible in the dark of the morning. Sensing, feeling, knowing, choosing, creating.” Grandfather had said.

”Meru, I think you will have to start to sing in the soul of Star. It feels like that is the only way we can find her before Full Moon. We just had Sleeping Moon which means the power of this Full Moon to come is as strong as the force of that comet we saw from up here, the one which crashed at the oceans edge”.

”Which comet my dear Dawn? That was Star.”

The whole upper plane of the mountains started echoing as Meru lifted his whole being in his howl, tying in to the soul of not just Star but of Craft, Red, Dawn.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 9th 2019

 

 

 

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Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 4th

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“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.

The sound echoed over the white covered earth. Up above the mountain, in the starlit sky, a white dragon was painting the rune Thurisaz with her breath.

“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.

Paws breaking through the crusty surface. Yellow eyes. Fur dark as the night sky.

Craft moved through the night like he always did. Owning it. Nobody noticing him. Ever. Considering his gigantic stature and enormous energy field it was surprising. But not to him. The humans living in this valley, on these mountains, closed down when they sensed a force so strong, so transformative that anything was possible. Limitlessness was not something they felt comfortable with, not something they’d been raised to understand.

“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.

The aurora borealis in the sky, the elements, the grass, the woods, the stream, the lake, the mountains, they all walked with him. In ancient tales bards had sung his praise, many Völvas had told his story.

Craft was everywhere. Always. Just like Star. Just like Meru.

He cut short right in the middle of the large open field, right on top of the snowcovered lake at its centre.

He could sense her approaching. Slowly.

Star.

Somewhere between the clouds in his memory he could feel the two of them calling in Meru too. Without Grey,  Meru, no point. Whether they would find Red or not was up to how the three of them got together.

Meru had a companion though. That was the cloudy feeling. Craft could not really make sense of the energy until he realized it was human. A human in the mind of the wolves ? Like almost fully inhabiting it?  Well, that was about time. Time to let the human heart in.

”This could be a game changer”, Craft said out loud to himself. ”We shall see…”

 

– Cecilia Götherström, 4 December 2019