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Earth & Space, 14th of December, Door 14

Photo: Pintrest/Samsung

“So many cues, yet it seems you don’t know how to start. Pretty silly actually as how you start is not important. Nothing could matter less. The only thing that matters is that you start”, she says in her matter of fact way,  Do-ris the deer

“It is important to experience joy”, the radio speaks in between.

“And now you jump in to fear and pressure, realizing that no, you probably have not allowed yourself to experience joy the past months, you have filled it all up with the so called important things and joy was not on that list. The only thing you feel now is that you are not even living up to allowing yourself to feel joy. Down in the basement the elevator goes. Oh, was it already in the basement? Hmmmmm…. can it maybe move sideways down there? Bog itself deeper in the mud of pressure and anxiety? No? Not possible? Well, that’s at least awesome!”

Up head the ravens and crows are having their usual dusk discussions. Who is sitting where, in what tree, why, why not, goodnight and all that.

Do-ris is looking out at me from across  the snow filled glen.

“Let your wings unfold, shake them, let them drop around you like a cape filled with the warm holding of all the angelic light beings surrounding you. The entire choir of Sacred Fierceness. It is time to see that only darkness can hold the light, the stars in the sky. And the closer to the light, the lighter the darkness. The darker the darkness, the more intense the light.”

I stand up, reach my arms out and up, swirl, turn, bow.

“Angel wings of open fire. Fill me with my heart’s desire. Numbness leaves this heart of mine. Song of Joy, thy will be done.”

Snowflakes.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 13th of December, Door 13

Photo: Pintrest

On the darkest day
of the darkest month
the light of the
new moon
reaches out from inside

Lucia is here
to light
to lead
us through

the coming
twenty-four
nights
of transformation

Alba and Rosie had reached the High Glen. From up there it was dark, dark, dark . 
Below in the valley there was movement. Small lights as the forest elves danced their way through the icy fog. Candles being lit in the houses as people woke up to the scent of freshly baked saffronebuns. A gentle breeze of harmonic hymns travelled through the air. The mountain elves were journeying down the mountain in large numbers, looking like a huge glowworm swirling its way descending through the snowy fields. Nissemor and her little ones were cracking hazelnuts and walnuts in front of the barn next to the church. You could hear the sound echoing through the slow dawn.

The largest silver and gold dragon ever seen from this Glen approached from the direction of the morning star.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinayzi

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Earth & Space, 12th of December, Door 12

Photo: Pintrest

Nothing to gain,
nothing to lose,
yet choose you still 
must do

Silently or 
loudly

whatever
you pick

just be aware
of the power 
of choice

To be connected,
to disconnect,
switch on,
switch off

all is possible
by 
the power of choice

– SheDragon

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 11th of December, Door 11

Photo: Devianart.com/Pintrest

Space and Earth, Earth and Space.

“There is nothing to figure out, it is all in the heart”. Wasn’t that what she’d said, how it had all begun this time around?

What if it feels like you cannot access the heart? If you cannot find the thread? If it feels like the rupture has slowly immersed itself into total discord? How do you get there then?

“There’s nowhere to get to, my child. Its all right here. I know it might be challenging to see it, but here we are again, here is that word again – “seeing”. Choose to see the heart. Be curious. If it feels like you cannot see, pretend. Be open to playing around with perspectives. Look from above, from below, from all sides and directions you can imagine and then some more. Summon your creativity to make up something new every day. One thing. Just one, over the top crazy, thing. The freedom you connect to then can only lead you back to one place, the heart.”

Alba is looking me straight in the eyes. Putting her hands on my shoulders, gripping firmly. Portals! I see portals in her eyes!

“Those portals are not in my eyes, dear child. They are in yours. Every time you look at something, see something, it is a portal. Which portals are you walking through, which are you not? Listen to the portals. With your heart.”

Is that what it means that everything is a reflection, a mirror?

“It´s more than that. It´s a mirror maze. So, now you tell mee child. What is mirroring itself? Who sees it? Summon your creativity”!

11-1-11-12.

A code flashing through my mind.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 10th of December, Door 10

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The door creaks open. Just a sliver of light touching the ancient wooden floor. On the other side of the threshold the wood meets soft granite stones. Rough surfaces which have been polished by the clatter o feet and paws for centuries, shaping the gentleness of these cold stones in to being.

A shadow, a shape taking form , filling the fragment of morning sun which was just there. Gentle paws touching the squeaky old floor. Alba sits up, throw her legs over the side of the bed while reaching for her wollen socks usually placed right next to the bed with one hand.

“It’s time to wake up for real my dear”, the shadowshapeds voice stir the morning silence. Not even the birds are awake yet.

There they are, the socks. OK. Now, what did she say? What did that dear old little puppy say? “Wake up for real?”

“I am awake”, Alba hear herself say in quite a defensive way, which she immediately blame the early hours for.

“You’re funny”, the wolf chuckles. “As if you have ever been awake for real any longer than three exhales”.

“Crazy, funny, wise always-right soul-companion you are”, Alba shakes her head as she agrees. “Let’s go meet this new day Rosie! I have a feeling it is waiting for us already.”

“As long as you are awake, let us do just that”, the wolf winks.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 9th of December, Door 9

Photo: Pinterest

There’s something about reindeers. Something about mountain goats. There’s something about the star in the sky. Something about The Milky Way. There’s something about light studded on a velvety clear sky. Something about mist and steam and ice and water. There’s something about waking up. Something about magic. There’s something about rest. Someting about taking stock. About making space. About clearing. About giving. About receiving.

Giving and Receiving is the same action, she told me last year. The Law of Reciprocity is something entirely different. Obligation versus living. What would you choose?

“Giving and Receiving is living under The Law of Abundance”, she brings across from the other side.

Abundance as a Law? Now, that’s a new concept all together.

“The sky, the reindeers, Orion, North Star, the mountain goats, the mist and steam and ice and water. Waking up in the morning. Rest and taking stock. Space. That is all Abundance right there. Living under The Law of Abundance simply means recoginizing that. Recognizing that everything you connect with is there. Right there. In the abundance of life. You can see it, hear it, feel it, taste it, smell it, even imagine it. That.”

Like the snowy white water dragon she puffs through the veils. She is there, with Space. She is here, in these keys on the keyboard. She’s in the voice thinking, typing, singing. She is.

Water Dragon, Space Dragon, Winter Dragon.

How did the wolves get celestial this year?

“Because of magic, my child. Because the energy of the world is held by dragons this time year this season. Because the wolves are you. Protected and enlightened by the dragons. What that means in practice is to come. Just be open these coming forthnights. Be aware and be open.”

Author: Elsa, Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 8th of December, Door 8

Stillness and chaos,                                                                                                                                          Moonlight and night wishes                                                                                                                              Sunrise shrewd in                                                                                                                                                   clouds and mist

Fire and Ice,

Dreams and                                                                                                                                                               the beyond                                                                                                                                                            Forged in steel,                                                                                                                                                        bound by flowers,                                                                                                                                                    like a star in                                                                                                                                                               the wind

Where is the dream? What is real?

Nothing is a dream. Nothing is real. It is all just perspectives. And perspectives can be turned, changed, tuned. 

Whether we are awake during the day, sleeping and dreaming during the night, or the other way around nobody really knows.

How would you prove it? 

When you are busy wanting to prove something you miss all the cues, all the goings on, all the “living” in the periphery of your space of focus so how can you know ?

What would happen if you invited yourself to stay open, to stay really, really curious to all of the above or maybe even something entirely different being what specifies “real”? Who knows? I mean, who really knows, really?

Just saying…..

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, 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