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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 6. Dec 6th

Touch. Meeting. Fierceness.

Sacred.

Sacred Touch.

Sacred Meeting.

Sacred Fierceness.

Home.

Marcus was walking between the pine trees. Following path leading from the back of the house up to Beaver Lake. Here he could always take everything in. Listen. Listen to the whispers of his soul. Something his Great Ma had taught him to do.

Great Ma was not his grandmother by bloodline. She was the Grand Mother for everyone living scattered on this large space of land of mountains, streams, lakes, waterfalls, peaks, rocks, woods and wilderness. She was like the moon – always there, always still yet so powerful, always present. She had taught all the kids in school how to listen to The Whispers Of The Soul. 

When she retired from her position as woodwork, arts, crafts and music teacher at the village school she started giving drumming lessons in the village hall on Saturday mornings. Drumming and jojking.

Those Saturday mornings they had learned how to drum the questions, how to listen and then jojk or sing the answers as they came in.

Sacred Touch.

Sacred Meeting.

Sacred Fierceness.

The first two parts had moved in like pieces from a mystic veil. The last part, placed like a statement in the snow.

Marcus kept following the path. Stars started to fill up the sky as the sun disappeared behind the treetops, making way for the moon. He knew he had only scratched the surface. The phrases were an invitation to dig deeper, an instruction to plunge.

Symphonies never took plunges. They had crescendos, build ups, cross overs. Never plunges.

He was afraid that he would lose himself if he plunged. As soon as that insight hit him he stopped, sighed, raised his hands up to catch a few soft snowflakes falling off the pine branches.

“The soul lives in the unknown. It’s never happy, nor supposed to live in the known of the mind. It’s supposed to live in the heart. And the heart can only be fully open when you are open to fall. Fall to Grace. Fall in Love. Fall Over. Fall.”

He heard Great Ma as if she was speaking from the space between the pine needles, the space inside the pine cones.

“Keep walking son. Keep following her footsteps. Remember in your heart where she wanted to go, what she wanted, what gave her joy, what made her strong, what released her, remember and follow that”, the voice spoke to his entire Beingness.

Her name. He had to speak her name out loud to be able to reach that magic again. Why was it so hard to do that?

Home.

He just wanted to call her Home.

He fell to his knees in the snow, laid down on his belly making a snow angel, his face buried in the snow. He rolled over. Lay on his back, caught falling snow flakes with his tongue like when he was a kid, watched the stars, the tops of the firs moving back and forth, back and forth, covering and revealing, covering and revealing.

That was it! Covering and revealing. Covering and revealing!

“Star”.

He spoke her name out loud.

“Star!”

  • Cecilia Götherström, December 6th 2020
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 5. December 5th 2020

Image: “Seek” by the amazing Ravynne Phelan – https://www.ravynnephelan.com.

“What you seek is seeking you. What you ssssseek isssss seeeeeking youuuuuhhh…”

The whispers carried through the air to the tree stump where Samantha was sitting observing the morning star making its presence intensely clear in the dawn sky.

She looked around in all directions. Where did that voice come from?

“What you seek is seeking you…”

Was it the air that spoke? No, it was the space which had the possibility for air that whispered.

“What you seek is seeking youuuuuuu….”

“What am I seeking?”, Samantha asked herself quietly. “If I don’t know what I am seeking, then how can I ever meet what is seeking me?”

“Girl, you’ve got to keep turning those stones in your heart over. Get the churning going so to say.” Josephiel lifted his gigantic dragon head up from below the fresh snow cover he was resting under.

“Churning and turning?” Samantha felt a little bewildered.

“Yeah, it’s all physics! Or chemistry! Or… Whatever! It’s all vibration!”, Josephiel replied. “Everything moves, nothing is stuck, nothing is ever still – except stillness itself then, but that’s a different story and dimension. Pardon the side track but yeah, things can feel clogged at times yet never ever forever if you just get movin’. And you can always, always change the rhythm, stir things up, slow things down. Simply, be the vibration. Then you can hear. Hear what is calling you and call in what is essentially calling you. There’s your meeting!”

Vayu the little bundleball of a wolfpup was waking up too, yawning his great morning yawn.

“Exquiiiiizzzze me while I go sing my morning song to all the stars and all the moons”. He stretched, shook the snow off his tail and took off towards the frozen river bank.

“Go join him Sister”, Josephiel nudged to Samantha. “He is your heartkingdom and you are his. Go sit next to him in stillness as he serenades. In that stillness you understand the turning, the churning, the calling and the welcoming. Sacred is the stillness. Holy is your meeting. Gorgeous is the morning hour, for that is where all is revealed, all is understood, all is unspun. Concious Dawn is the most important practice for each human heart.”

Samantha ploughed her way through the knee deep snow following the skipping wolf pup. What a joy his body projected! Would she feel the same if she skipped down to the river too? Only one way to find out, right?

Vayu turned around and challenged her to sprint. 

“Sacred Fierceness” the wind in the air in the space whispered.

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 5th 2020.
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Kringlans Kalender 2020/ Sacred. Part 4. December 4th.

Josephiel was squirting with his large, gorgeous, sparkling dragon eyes to look deep in to the crystal wall in front of him. He stroke the wall of the gigantic Fire & Ice rock with his front paws, followed the straight edges up until they started to point up towards the crystal peak. Its summit seemed to connect through the hole in the ceiling of the cave straight up to the North Star.

He turned tilted his head a bit to the side, to be able to see between the lines, which were running vertically closest to the wall and then crisscrossing like spider webs through the inner space of the gem, a little better.

He was zooming in. Wow! It seemed like he was moving closer just by focusing!

He put his claw on the surface of the crystal wall. His claw moved through the surface as if it was water! Then his whole front leg went through to his elbow.

 Wooooow!  He put his nostrils against the surface. His whole head moved through. 

Wowowowooooow! He moved his whole front body through the crystal veil. Within seconds his tail swung through and he heard a cracking sound behind him once he was entirely on the other side. Like ice breaking. When he turned to look he saw it was actually ice healing. 

Well, that was the Ice part of the Fire & Ice. Now, where was the Fire?

“Ho,ho,ho!”, he heard a voice through the trees. “Where is the Fire? Ho, ho, hooooo! You’re a dragon ain’t you?”

Josephiel smiled to himself.

Of course! He’d seen the Ice. He was bringing the Fire. He laughed out loud and he smacked himself on the forehead with his paw. 

OK, so what was in front of him right here right now? He decided to take to the air and check the place out from the skies of this dimension.

After some twists and turns, some serious sky dancing White-Dragon-style, he was close to the glen he’d seen when he peaked in to the crystal for the first time. 

Indeed, there was movement down there.

Disguising himself as a soft cloud he managed get pretty close. Two beings making their way through deep snow. One was a little wolf pup, he could see now. He sensed its playful energy, paired with a seriousness. Like this wolf pup had a huge task. The road before him seemed to be paved with an enormous purpose. 

And the other one?  Hmmmmm, small too but not as playful… 

Was it? Oh yes, it was!  It was a human. But how come did she have the same clan energy print as the little wolf pup?

They both stopped, looked up, straight at him.

“Josephiel! I know you are there.” The voice was not outside him. It was telephatically arriving inside his head.

“Who are you? How do you know me? My name? How can you see me? Where are you?” Josephiel sent back.

“It’s me! Vayu! The Wind Whispering Wolf! I am here! With you!  Or right below you Cloud Shrouding White Dragon! Welcome!” 

Josephiel looked down and saw the little wolf pup jumping up and down, pulling the rim of the humans coat with his teeth while pointing his nose up to the sky.

“And this is Samantha. Flower Of The North.”  Vayu turned his head towards the girl.

“Delighted to meet you Samantha”, Samantha heard coming out of the cloud above them.

She looked up as the cloud gently morphed in to the most gorgeous dragon she ever could have imagined. He looked like he was made of crystals and diamonds and stars and sagas. Sacred.

Silent Night.

Cecilia Götherström , December 4th 2020.

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Kringlans Kalender 2020/ Sacred. Part 3. December 3rd.

“Sacred Touch. Sacred Meeting.”

He heard the words as if they were alive, dancing in space in the room, sliding around the Christmas tree still waiting to be decorated, floating over the grand piano where he was sitting, caressing the keys of the instrument like he was moving his fingertips through her fur. Gently, carefully, lovingly, with an intent to listen to the music of her presence, the one thing which would open his heart up wide. With her, everything had been possible. With her, his whole life – and not just his work – had become a symphony.

People had called him crazy, taking in a 60 kg rescued wolf in his house when he already spent close to a full work day behind the piano quite often seven days a week. How would he have time for the hours of movement, care and attention this animal required ?

But he knew. The minute he had looked in to her eyes, he knew. This was it. Why he was here on this earth. Why she was here on this earth.

The magic he felt under his fingertips when playing the piano, the magic which spun its way in to human hearts and living room speakers, came from the wild, from the habitat which she was. 

Together they had roamed many nights under the stars in the snow, many days up and down the mountains during the light months of the year, spent many mornings down at the lake fishing in each their own way.

“Sacred Fierceness”.

The words danced around him again. He felt in his soul abode that it was her. She was speaking to him from the other side of the veil. The way the words moved there was no other possibility.

The past months since he’d lost her, he found himself more misplaced than ever. 

Not even the music could lead him back. For months his state of mind was in a place of constant straying.

Then, one morning, a strange looking half grey, half white feather swirled down from the rooftop, landed in his morning coffee as he was sitting on the porch looking for the meaning of that day with all his might. 

The way the feather danced was the beginning of this new symphony he was working on right now.

Home.

He had wanted to call it Home. Yet the word “Sacred” kept coming up. Wherever he looked, whatever he did, whatever he read, whatever he listened to, the word was there. 

He got the hint. Named the symphony “Sacred Home”. 

Yet right now he was in a place where his heart felt a need to become unbroken before he could continue with what he’d worked on these last three days since the feather had landed.

“Marcus?”

Gina, his only neighbor, peaked in through the front door. Bob, the Labrador, as always right next to her.

 “Did you write the words “Sacred Fierceness” in the snow out front?”

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 3rd 2020. 

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Kringlans Kalender 2020/ Sacred, Part 2, December 2nd

“Deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned, deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned, deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned.”

Josephiel was singing as he was turning the stones in his crystal cave. The ancient white dragon had been awakened two days ago, 21 full days before his presence in this particular awakened state should be requested according to the ancient calendar. This state was by the way “far below” the dimension he usually abided in. 

A whispering “turn the stonesssss……turn the stonesssssshhhh….” had gently breathed in to his consciousness two eves ago and he knew immediately what to do.

Even though he had been looking forward to hanging the entire 21 days at his ancestors table, he also enjoyed being “called back”. You see, that was, or is, Josephiels sound – everything put in front of you is there for you. It is how you handle what is there which makes the difference.

“Deep in the celtic heart, no stone is left unturned….”

He was turning over opal, onyx, moonstone and rosequartz at the western part of the cave. With every turn the vibration of each stone moved more forcefully out in to the ether than if the stone just lay there still.

“Just like us”, Josephiel said as he talked to the stones. “When we move, when we act, we create a force. Whether that force is spreading sparkle or doom depends entirely on how many stones we’ve turned in our hearts.”

He came to a sudden halt. Sensing a presence in the cave. Different from the presence of the crystals. Different from the presence of his own breath.

He shifted his awareness down his neck, sensed in to the air with his wings, moved the tip of his long tail to be ready just in case.

Usually he could always feel how many stones had been turned in the heart of whomever came near. This time there was only presence. He’d never sensed that before. Or had he?

He turned around slowly. Still a bit on edge.

He saw nothing. Smelled nothing. When he tasted the air there was nothing unfamiliar to be detected.

Josephiel moved past the mountain of moonstones he’d just turned, blinked a few times with his large dragon eyes at what was in front of him. He realized he looked in to the largest Fire & Ice crystal he had ever met. As large he himself was when he stood up straight on his front paws.

He looked in to the crystal expecting it to mirror himself as it was so clear and bright.

He had to move closer, look deeper in to the clearness.

What was that? Deep, deep snow. Fir trees. Wind. Movement at the back of the glen between the trees.

Was that a whisper right there?

Cecilia Götherström, 2 December 2020  

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Kringlans Kalender 2020/ Sacred, Part 1, December 1st

They were seven.

Seven doors.

Seven dimensions.

Seven initations.

Seven whispers. 

Seven directions.

Seven instructions.

Seven sisters.

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“Let’s talk about dreams!”. A voice from the back of the car broke through the silence of the old Saab with the broken down radio. 

Well, actually the whole panel was damaged. No chance to see how hot or cold the airco was set to, or how many more kilometres you could drive before you were out of gas. No functioning GPS either.

The car made her feel like Doc in Back To The Future though, so there was no way she would even consider turning it in for something else. Yet. 

“Dreams? What dreams? The ones at night? Daydreams? Which dreams do you want to talk about my little fairybell fluffball?”, she asked.

“Dreams of course!”, the voice at the back of the car reciprocated. “Real dreams! Dreams which worlds are made of, hearts built of, galaxies forged of, souls encircled by.”

“I guess I should have known better than to ask for the definition”, Samantha sighed out loud to herself.

The weather was getting more intense. Thick fog shifting in to even more dense fog with heavy, slow snowfall. The kind that makes you feel like you are driving in The Sound Of Silence itself.

She looked around and realized she was not driving on the road any more. The red reflector clad poles marking both sides of the road were nowhere to be seen. The soft snow was reaching halfway up the tires. She stopped. Placed the gear in “P”, handbrake on. Opened up the door, put one foot down in the snow. The layer covered her calves entirely.

“We will have to walk from here, find some where to settle for the night. It will be too cold to sleep in the car”, she said as she opened up the back door. 

The little furball with those blue-soon-going-to-be-yellow puppy eyes looked her straight in the eyes.

“Are you doing this just to get out of talking about dreams?”

“No way”, Sam said. “We can walk and talk all night if we want to”.

The puppy jumped out in to the snow, disappearing at first and then nose and tail peaked up just above the rim of the softness. She shook the flakes off her back and neck.

“No, we can’t. You see, this place, this space, is sacred. If we talk while we walk we will disturb The Whispers. And trust me, you don’t want to disturb no whispers. You want them on your side.

“Ssssshhhhh…”

Was that the wind, or was it a hush coming out of the deep fog?

“Ssssshhhh….. sssssshhhh…. Seven……ssssshhhhhh…..”

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 1st 2020

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 21st

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Raidho.

Strong rune of protection. Thor´s rune, some said. The rune of travelling, moving forward, making a good move. The rune of order, of structure, of overcoming difficulties.

Meru smiled. Star sighed. The runes had spoken to the human again this the last morning of the old.

She was protected, divine shelter beaming out through the five wolf hearts, spinning gold and silver stardust threads around “their” human.

Dawn felt different.

She’d woken up this morning with a voice inside her saying “you are a different person now. As you walk out the door of this morning you are an entirely new one. Your road is paved with shining bricks, with talking dust, with warm loving moss wherever you go. You just make sure you follow the calling now. That you listen.”

She’d cast the runes at breakfast, knowing she would not cast the second one until they were ready to embark on the next step.

Wizard and SilverGrey were all set for them to unite, to go meet up with DragonWhite and Elo at the outskirts of the village. So they all took off together.

At the edge of the valley, where the first house since the abandoned barn where the whole Nisse clan lived stood, they stopped. Wizard was preparing to get another cloak out of the saddlebag, this one gold and bluestone woven, for Dawn. She stopped him right then and there.

“Wizard, dear Wiz, I am not sure I am ready for this. Not sure I want this. I still feel the pull of the trees, the pines calling me. I would much rather just go hang in the woods for another few weeks, months, years…”

“Would you really?” Meru asked her. “Or are you just resisting what you know is your gift to do? Reach inside, ask yourself, take time, listen. Pinecones and moonstones.”

Way nudged Dawn to sit down, resting her red wolf head in the humans lap.

Dawn closed her eyes, travelled inwards. Found herself in a chariot with the man of the rune. Him giving her the reins and jumping out to the sound of a powerful storm. Thunder and lightning changing in to hail, then to snow, to soft winds placing large snowflakes gently on the ground. Dawn landed the chariot in the softness. Stepped out. Allowed Wizard to cloak her in the bluestones silver and gold woven robe. She listened to the whispers of the wind. She opened her eyes.

There, right in front of her, the whole wolf pack lined up. Her heartfamily.

And Wizard. The most “heavenly” Father anyone could ever have. Presenting her with her purpose, cause and future on outstretched arms in the form of this magic cloak woven by every elemental tribe, every element, every season, initiated by the breath of DragonWhite. Would she receive it?

Of course she would. Of course she did.

 

Dagaz.

The rune of the day, of dawn. Of transformation, breakthrough, awareness, happiness, clarity, hope. “Det dagas”.

 

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 21st 2019 

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

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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

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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 19th

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

“In the dark of the morning…”, Craft found himself realizing something and pushed Meru awake. “That is why you called her Dawn.”

“Yes, brother”, Meru confirmed. “Your Limitlessness, the gift of being able to be just that, is reflected for the human in that name.”

“So then, why brother dear, did she get the full name Dawn Faith MorningStar? It should be Dawn Gloria MorningStar!”

Meru took his time, pretending to give the idea a good ponder, gave Craft a friendly push back. “You always get to the core of the bone, the pool in the heart man! You are right!”

“Howl yeah! What good is Faith if you don’t know you are Gloria!?”

Way moved across the soft hay in the barn towards Craft and Meru. “Guys, we need to get outside now when the moonstones still light the way”.

Wizard was already outside. Holding his staff up to the still dark morning sky. A sliver of moonlight was shining through the veil shaped clouds.

“I know he is out here somewhere. I have asked all the stones sparkling in the moonlight to shine the way for him. I just hope he makes it before it is too bright and the sun takes over the glow. He always prefers silver to gold, you see. Maybe that’s why he got his name, Silver Grey.”

The wizard had hardly finished his last sentence when they all noticed a large shadow making its way out of the woods, following the snow covered dirt road leading up to the barn. Who or what was this?

A loud neigh.

Silver Grey. Of course! Wizard’s best friend ever!

The grand grey horse came out of the dimness as the first flake of morning sun touched the stable door. His long mane and silver white tail moving gently in the morning breeze, like mist. They could all see the reflections of the veil in his tail and mane, the voice of the void in his illustrious eyes.

He walked up to Wizard, put his nose on the old mans shoulder, breathing deep. Wizard hugged his arms around the horse’s neck.

The elves bowed, the Nissar came running out of the barn carrying a finely knit silverthread and greenstone blanket , the fairies placing it softly across the back of Silver.

”Now it’s your turn Wizard”. Meru nudged Wizard to hand over the wand as it was Wizard’s turn get in to his own silverthread and redstone knitted cloak, assisted by the fairies.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 19th 2019

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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