Writer´s Circle

by

Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 20th

114497

Dawn Gloria MorningStar stood at the banks where the river met the ocean. Where the sweet water met the salt water. Where everything merged before her very eyes.

The Northern Lights were playing in the skies again this night. They had been truly blessed with many Aurora Borealis dances these past weeks.

Star sat a little higher up the slope, overlooking the human and her hearts guide Meru at the riverbank.

”It feels like everything is a river Meru”, Dawn said. ”Everything just flows and amounts to nothingness, disappearing in the nothingness of the ocean. Like nothing really matters.”

”My dear, wise, melancholic child”, Meru looked right into her eyes. ”The nothingness is the everythingness, the limitlessness. It might feel frightening at times but it’s not disappearing, it’s appearing. First you need to allow yourself to flow with the river, to move closer to the banks when the river appears too wild for you, to move from the quieter side flows in to the midst of the river when you feel stagnation knocking on your hearts door. Travel conciously from mountain to ocean, allow yourself to experience all of it. Make your way through the open plains above the treeline, through the narrow passages between the rocks, past and around roots, pebbles, sand and earth. Merge, merge, merge. Be a drop a water, ascending with the warm air. Journey with the clouds. Drop down on the glacier. Become a beautiful, beautiful frozen crystal. Flow with the river again. All metaphorical, yet literal. Sense what matters to you, choose what matters to you. Know yourSelf.”

Star sighed, got up on her front paws, adjusted her posture. She had heard their whole conversation. She felt so strongly for this human. For her pack. Of which the human was a distinct part by now. Because, yes, they were all her  pack. The Mother. The Crown. The Togetherer.  That was Star. Her role. She was. Meru spoke. Craft embodied. Red was the music between them all. Blue the dance.

The Medicine Wheel was still laid out on the pebble beach. Right in the centre of it Wizard was standing, staff and cloak making him look quite regal. Silver White, the powerful grey stallion, was right there with Wizard. Surrounded by the pinecones and moonstones they both looked like they were exactly where they belonged. Home.

DragonWhite and Elo were accompanying the elves, fairies and Nisse on their way to the village in the valley. It was time for them all to unveil with soft silver-sparkle.

”Why does my heart feel so heavy, Meru?” Dawn asked her heartfriend.

”Because everything has to end for something new to begin. Because for the first time ever you will let go for real. Fully. And your heart knows enduring and holding on better than it knows welcoming. Don’t push the heaviness away. Let it move through your heart, like this water in front of us, washing yourself ready for the welcoming my dear.”

Star moved restlessly.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 20th 2019

by

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 18th

WIP1kdshfkjdfdevinellekurtzArtwork by http://www.devinellekurtz.com

 

 

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 

by

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 17th

le-loup-fond-d-ecran-3976_L

 

The wolves were off hunting. Wizard was working on the formulas. Elo The Reindeer had sent a message with DragonWhite to let them know he was on his way back to join them all at The Silent Rocks. His message had contained something about Wizard possibly feeling lost in a few days without a reindeer.

Dawn could feel the pine trees a bit further down the mountain calling her. She just had an urge to sit down, watch the stars wake up on the heavens above the cone shaped tree tops as dusk walked in. She made her way down the slope.

In the city she often heard the call of the trees. Maybe those calls had been there all her life? Until she lived in the city she hadn’t noticed, she was among the trees often enough anyway back then. But now, the past years especially, she would wake up in the middle of the night hearing them as if they were calling her name. Sometimes she found herself on the bus riding past a park just having to get out. See the trees. Not watch them. Really see them.

To hear them call her here on the mountain was a first.

Of course she had not gone off alone. Red had left the hunting party early, sat waiting for Dawn under the skirts of one of the cedars next to the yew tree.

“What is on your heart, dear” she asked, wagging her tail at Dawn.

“I do not know dear Way”, Dawn replied. “That is why I need to be with the trees. I guess that might be why they are calling me. It feels like my heart is missing a piece. Like there is something missing all the time. I do not understand. I should be happy. This place is magic. You are all the most amazing, star-dusted, gorgeous gifts of friends and teachers one could possibly wish for – more than one could possibly wish for. Why do I feel this hole still? I think some tree wisdom might be the antidote.”

The wind picked up. The crowns of the trees started swaying, a gentle symphony spinning itself out of the movement of branches and pine needles.

“Shhhh”, Way pointed her eyes to the large pine tree a bit further in. “Grandmother OakPine is about to speak”.

A soft, deep voice came out of the woods.

“My dear child – yes you are a child still – until you see yourself as whole, you will not feel whole. You have to listen to all those whispers you hear when you wake up, the whispers you hear throughout the day, as you settle in to sleep. Listen and decide which ones are you sending off and which ones are you inviting in to light your candles with. There are still whispers feeding the gap in your heart. Remember your meaningfulness, your limitlessness. The whispers you hear when you feel limited, closed up, like you are missing something – talk to them. Tell them you are Meaningful, you are Limitless, you are Bravery. Tell them their work is done here, thank them for their service, they are welcome to move on and you wish them all the joy and happiness the universe can gift them as they do. Then you stand tall like a fir, let the winds move you, feel your roots beautifully reaching down and spreading wide in the nurturing depths of Earth Mother, welcoming her Angels. And then you start anew. New moment, new Dawn, remember?”

“Now, that’s the Way”, Red laughing hard at her own cleverness.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 17th 2019

 

by

Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 13th

41100-4_23958772

 

“Tell me, dear human, tell me the story about the trees and the sparkles. About the blindness to the inner light.”

Way curled up next to Dawn this morning after the 13th full moon. The morning the Queen Of Light paced in.

“My dear Red, my dear Way”, Dawn put one hand on the red wolf’s back, feeling the warmth of Way’s breathing spine through the palm of her hand. One. All Dawn could sense was one-ness. Way turned her head towards Dawn, nodding with her eyes to the one-ness-sense.

“ I could tell you the official story of the tree being put indoors, the one we are taught in school, but that’s not right. I felt it already back then in my bones, in every cell of my being,  that it’s just boring, flat, facts.”

“So tell me, dear Dawn, what your heart speaks. Your heart connected to Meru’s Wisdom, connected to all of us.”

Dawn took a moment, gazed through the landscape, soaking it all up with her eyes. Then she began.

“We always revered the tree, the trees. The wisdom unceasingly came to us through them. Then somewhere, gradually, along the line we lost it. We lost the wisdom. We lost the connection. We lost the joy, the spark, the light. Not literally, but we misplaced it. Or maybe it went in to hiding. I don’t know.”

Meru, Star, Elo, Wizard, Craft and Blue the pup joined in. Dawn continued.

“It felt like a long arm reaching out in the dark, grasping, fingers searching, palm sensing. Nothing.

Then somebody remembered the tree. That the tree was the doorway, the gate back to magic, to connection, to light.

She started decorating the trees with sparkles, with stars made of twigs, with shining rocks, with fallen leaves, with adorned pinecones. Gently she felt the light returning inside her heart, her ears, her eyes and soon she even started speaking light. All her words were woven with starlight, connection, silver threads. Alves, the Nisse, giants, trolls, fairies, dwarves, dragons, every being of nature’s realm came out of the perceived darkness, decorating the woods with her. The people of the valley woke up one morning mesmerized with the beauty of the trees, of the serene sense of peace in the woods. They decided they wanted to hold on to this, to bring it indoors.

Little by little they started moving the trees in. Everyone to their own home. Doors closed. One tree in each household. Eyes admiring the beauty. Magic getting sprinkled in their own house. Nisse moved in. He wanted to be the connection between in there and the light of nature out here. It worked for some time. Especially around the 13th full moon. That was a long time ago though.”

“Oh my”, Way replied. “Where and how do we begin with writing the new story?”

“By choosing wisely”, Meru spoke.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 13th 2019

by

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

3 december

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

by

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 8th

unnamed

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

 

 

 

by

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 7th

e95be665-93f2-4193-acd4-33f3762e0fb3_1.c2491e75b4e81c23d52573949e901bf8

“Mera Man Lochai gur darshan taa-ee”

The fragile tunes of the mantra weaved through his dreams, like ornaments of stardust. He was floating, soaring, above a room. Everyone present dressed in white. White roses, dark green leaves, adorning a white coffin. A funeral.

His own?

He heard himself thinking “That’s a beautiful tune for the beginning of the ceremony”.

The whole place filled with people seemingly angelic in presence. What was going on here?

“Bilap karay chaatrik kee ni-aa-ee”

“I miss you Beloved”, he sensed himself thinking in this dreamlike state. Then he seemed to fade away in to the starlight.

A comet across the morning sky. It appears to land further down the pebble beach. He is drifting in and out of different dream states, not sure of what is real.

The comet had indeed landed. It was however not a comet.

Star felt the slippery, icy, black pebbles underneath her paw pads. She turned her nose in all directions, greeting each cardinal direction with its own symbol, followed by its own growl.

Then she sensed him. Further up the rim of the water she could discern something moving up and down, the rhythm of a breath. Smoke from every exhalation pouring out over the almost frozen sea. The bundle whom lay there breathing was out of tune. She could feel that clearly. Next to it rested layers of moss.

Wizard!

Thank heavens she had found him before anyone else did! Had the moon been up he’d been taken away by the veils hours ago. With Sleeping Moon he’d been left in peace.

Why did watching him sleep make her think of an ancient funeral pyre?

The old had to be revered, reviewed, ceremonial movements honouring it. It had to be dressed in white, taken down to the river leading out into the endless ocean, sent off into the void, fire lit.

That is what was going on. The old wizard was transmuting the whole thing, the whole legend, in his sleep. Did he ever not work?

There. Morning Star was rising. Moon was coming back up through the horizon.

Star was standing next to him now. Breathing on his cold feet to wake him up gently. When proved fruitless she dug her large fangs into the pile of moss, gripping the staff with her jaws, shaking it to shake him awake.

 

Mera Man Lochai

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 7th 2019

 

by

Kringlans Kalender 2019/ Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 1st

A new star is born

IMG_1057

 

The wintercoat thickened. Like a new layer of atmosphere along this cold ball of lightning. Out of nothingness came life, came light, came a mist as if breathed through the voice of the void. Bright, strong, finely filigraphicially painted across a velvety canvas of the universe.

It´s song sung itself into existence, in to living. What had begun like a seed, like a wish, like an idea, a longing, a spiralling small funkle of snakey energy had started curling in upon and around itself. Spiralling while fuming. Moving faster and faster in an intriquate yet messy pattern, spinning its own being in to life. Not a sparkle and bang like fireworks on new years day. More like a sneaky, slow, quiet, first breath of a sly dragon escaping it´s passage , becoming its own life form ,its own master, its own creation.

It was felt. So strong was the notion of a new star just born that it was impossible to turn any heads away from what was not awaited any more but birthed in to being right now.

Strong. White. Whiskery. Slow. Sly. Clever. Knowing.

Star.

 

– Cecilia Götherström

 

 

 

 

 

by

Dec 21st, The Promise, Part 21

Image 2018-12-21 at 14.51

“Tipp tapp, tipp tapp, tippetippetipptap, tipp, tipp, tapp.”

Fox came tiptoeing across the gold and silver studded frozen crust, there in the opening where the mountain was sloping downwards. Or climbing upwards – depending on how you see it, where you are coming from , where you are heading.
She burrowed her gentle white-orange head into my flank.

“Love, love, love. I am always where you are. No need to search for me, just listen with tender ears and you will hear me walking in your heart of hearts.”

“Aaaave Mariiia…”

Crisp hymn, being spun out of the silvery fullmoon-sky, spreading like warmhearted mist across the heavens, in between the pines, filling the space around us.

All were gathered. Folks & peoples, tribes & clans, beings & spirits, four-leggeds, winged ones, two leggeds and down at the lake swimming ones. From all dimensions, all times, all stories, all songs, all traditions. As if we were surfing on a wave of blessings, yet we all were still.

The full moon moved closer. How was that possible?

Drumming.

The nine women walked out in the centre of the crowd, drumming, their moonstone and granite adorned belts making connection with the light of the moon, with the soul of the granite cliffs.

The song pf the trees spreading upwards, outwards as the whole forest keyed in.

Home. Home. Home.

Us. Right here. Right now.

The heart-diamond seemed to explode inside my chest. I tossed my head back, let the first unruly howl out from so many more insides than just the one in this body, from so many centuries, eons, lifetimes.

As we all harmonized I could tell this was not just our song. This was the song. The birth. The letting go. The honouring. The becoming through being.

I looked around me.

White, beautiful, beautiful White. Ever wise, ever loving, ever there, ever stubborn, ever true to herself.

Fox. My HeartFox. Gentle, sturdy, determined. Loyal to love, joy and what she cherishes above nothing else.

Raven, dear Raven. No one makes coffee like Raven. No one calls in Odin and White Wizard like Raven. No one has a sense humour like Raven.

Jake. Always there. Never forgotten, never forgetting. Not needing a task or a template. Happy with being the company, the glue.

Wizard. White Wizard. My dear companion, protection, and witty elder.

Melvinia. Me. I am there. She with the ornamented shield. She who walks with wolves at night. With my clan.

The moon greets us all. We greet her. The silver and gold mist parts by her glow. There, in the mirror of dear Moon, the reflection of Us. All.

The reflection of New Earth.

Thank you.

– Cecilia Götherström, dec 21st 2018

 

185977_327645693993413_131313673_n

by

Dec 19th , The Promise, Part 19

SAS47

We had travelled through the early morning, followed by the fullnext day after the arrival of all the spirit animals through Fire & Ice. We were well rested after an evening and half a night of quiet comfort tucked in underneath the northern lights. Now the Morning Star was taking over the shift from the North Star. All was sparkly around us – the snow, the sky, the twilight, the breath we all shared. Even the sound of the silence around us seemed to sparkle.

There was a glimmering sparkle around her eyes, around her nose, her whole fur and the crown of all sparkle – that soul spark in her eyes.

Our whole Tribe From All Directions had split up before we took rest.

The Crowned Spirit Bears travelled with the Silver Alves, the Cold Trolls would rather trek with the Samoyed Knights, the Nisse felt more at home navigating with the horses.

We – White Wizard, Jake and myself – travelled alongside the wolves and the Husky Queens. With Raven and Owl taking the lead of course.

As we sat there, White turned towards me, nudging me.

“Remember this is a soul quest. The portal is for your soul, to be opened by your diamond in the heart. We all have our own portals to enter for our own souls along this journey. As one star-diamond in the heart ignites, it lights a flame in the other heart-diamonds of our humongous tribe. Keep writing outside the lines, feel all you are feeling and just welcome the portal. The journey is happening anyway. Your task is to make sure you are travelling with your pack, leaving the outward directions for what they are. Have Trust. Faith.”

“White”, I replied. “White, that is what you are for me. Trust. Faith. Purpose. Strength. Wisdom. And I want to, I so badly want to, let my heart follow my nose like you. I so desire to feel the wisdom of the Ages, of the Earth, weaving through my system as I walk this journey with paws connecting with All That Is. The way you do.”

“Melvinia, dear”, White drowned me in her presence. “Walk over there. Clear the snow off the surface, look yourself in the mirror of the lake, in the light of the moon.”

I did as she told.

The face looking back at me… Grey fur, yellow eyes, fluffy wintery coat, nose sprinkled with snowsparkle. Grey Wolf. How could this be?

“It is your soul looking back at you”, she motioned. “Look through these eyes the coming days and see what happens. And remember you can only recognize in others what already lives in you.”

The coming days? How close, or how far away, is the portal?

– Cecilia Götherström, Dec 19th 2018 SAS47