Those yellow-brown soul portals watching me closely through your thick, white eyelashes.
A communication which cannot be misunderstood.
The wilderness is not savage. It is the one true connection. You might actually call it The One True Love. What I see in you is what I am, what you are, what we all are. Together.
Wilderness.
Lost touch with our own innate wilderness, many of us have. Feeling lost not because comfort is missing, but because the direct contact with the elements have gone astray.
Cold cheeks in winter, warm feet in summer, inhaling humid earth scent in spring, walking among crisp colours in autumn.
“Your serenades in the heart are the roadmap.You love the cold. Embrace that.” Elsa speaks to me.”
“Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be!”“ may very well be followed by “Embrace! Embrace! Embrace! Be!” “ she continues.
As always, she is right. Even though there is no wrong or right.
Asking her, she nods. She tells me to stop using those two words. She is shaking the box of words, letting many fall out through holes in the bottom, allowing space for new words to tumble in from the magic energy of this season.
“Alignment”, she says. “Choose “alignment” as your word. Then “right” and “wrong” have no charge anymore.”
“There’s a tree in my house and voice in my heart. They are speaking to each other. They speak of times past, of way beyond time and space, and they speak of Here.
Why is it that we try so hard to belong, when that is what we do in the first place? Belong. Like a play of words. Be. And Long. Long to Be. Belong. Is it just a matter of Be? I will try. No, I will do! I will give all my might to Be! “.
“Hmmmmmmmmmm…. Not sure that is the right way to go about it”, the spark which had arrived in the morning dust twirled close to Nejla’s shoulder. “You know, giving something all your might is do-ing, which sure ain’t Be-ing.”
Nejla chuckled as she sighed. There she was. Caught again in the act of making too big a deal of something which was already in place. What was it Storulven had taught her again?
“Uncover, uncover, uncover…”, he had sung like a mantra every time she’d gone in to what he called her “dragging mode”.
“Oh, that’s a good one! Every time I feel the dragging mode towing me here or there, which longing or Be-longing are parts of, I just say “uncover, uncover, uncover” to figure out what is really there!”
“You’re getting closer little star”, the dancing spark whistled. “How about a spell?”
“A spell?” Najla looked puzzeled.
“Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be!”The spark pirouetted so fast across the living room floor from the energy of the words that she took off and had to one-eighty her way back.
Nejla sensed Storulven’s presence. An etheric nod of approval. She laughed.
“I love it! Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be!”
“Wooow, human heart.” The spark came to a halt. “That went pretty fast. Now you may know my name. I am known as Isa. From the kingdom of Isness. Which, of course, is situated here, there and everywhere once your eyes are opened and you speak to trees.”
The darkness of the winter morning holds a cocoon. Nejla embraces the coolness of the bedroom air mixed with the warm welcoming of her worn out snowboard-socks.
Minutes later, cup of warm team with milk and honey in hand, her mother’s knitted scarf wrapped around her waist and another one around her shoulders, she is in the garden. Inhaling the new day. It is ceremony time.
The morning star is not alone in the sky this time of the year. You could say there’s a family, even a tribe of a truly interconnected web of morning stars. One shining brighter than the next, yet noone stealing the light from the other. Every single light source enhancing each other. Every breath a pulsation of light against the soft darkness of the multiverse.
“There are stars which are no stars, and there are skies which are no skies. There are no terms and conditions on creation. Just because we have named something from our perspective, looking in one direction, does not mean that is the way it is.”, Nejla spoke, pondering, to the winter air.
“What would it take to be a sadhu?” Nejla thought to herself. “What would it take to be a choice. A choice to just experience the here and now? To stop, to stay, to watch through the veils. Noticing that sometimes they are sturdy blinds and other times the velis dissipate in front of your eyes as you observe them? To be someone not going anywhere physically and ambitionally all the time, but expanding from within?”
“It would only take that. A choice. The choice. You see, magic is a choice too.”
The voice seemed to come from the winter breeze. In the shifting light of the morning sun approaching from the east and the dense snow clouds moving in from the north a little sparkle started to manifest right in front of her eyes.
“When the full moon dances in its own light. When its shadow pulls the breath of slivering starlight. When the omens and the signs are one and the same. When the exhalation of the pine trees is your sleep, your lingering moments of trust. That is when the moonstone speaks to you my child.”
The voice meanders through the dark morning like a hymn. Dawn is approaching, yet it is not here.
The moment before dawn. The moment before birth.
The dark. The void. The nothingness.
The sense of being held in Nothing-ness, in Everything-ness. The space we have been taught to fear, but which is the most loving, enveloping space. The space where we can hear. Where we can listen. Where we can see through the eyes of our own inner light.
I roll over in bed, ready to put my feet on the ground, placing them on the warm, fuzzy blanket.
The entire bedroom floor is covered with blankets held in place by sticky yoga mats underneath.
She’s old, you see. Her paws sprawl out to the sides sometimes. Her grip on artificial surfaces has let go. Her grip in moss, mud, earth, soil and sand has strengthened.
As the dust of dawn foxtrots gently through the tightly pulled blinds, touching the floor, reflecting off her fur, I see her. Curled up. Her white furry legs crossed. Jaws totally relaxed, breathing, snoozing. Head resting gently on the edge of her orthopaedic bed.
Peace. Magic. Love. Stardust. Gentleness. Listening. Kindness. Holiness. All. Breathing in. Breathing out.
As I open the faucet to splash my hands and face in ice cold water, it drizzles like gemstones landing in the sink. The light is as if from another dimension. Rich, gentle, blessed. This water. A gift.
Day one. Every morning anew. A promise. A vow. A vow of presence.
I will give myself to the story being birthed in each breath. The one story springing forth from the song. The song of creation.
“Listen. Listen to the moon. Listen to the stone. Listen to the song. This is Elsa’s Song.”
She on the other side of the veil embrace us both in her magic stride of sacred fierceness. Blessing us.
Snoozing, snoring blessing.
On a pile of blankets
in the corner.
Sweetness sleeping.
Curled up
like in a den.
Comfort in heart.
Comfort in soul.
Even through loss
she has found some type of peace.
Being herself.
No compromise.
Only fullness.
Only love.
Only stamina.
Only Elsa.
- Cecilia Götherström, Jan 8th 2021
Samantha was standing at the ridge of the space which lead in to what the Everything the wolf called Nothingness. He said it was a mirror of himself. That only through Nothing can you find Everything. That only Everything can be Nothing. And Nothing be Everything.
She held her golden dragon magic knitted Listeners gloves clad palms open to the sky. Listened through her palms to the Mountains of Stillness and Silence. To their song.
Vayu, her HeartKingdom Sameness SoulStar, stood next to her, his grey and white winter fur grown really thick. He was no wolf pup any more. He was a wolf teen.
“You said you would write songs if you really listened with all filters gone”, his wolfness spoke. “Off you go my dear, what magic spell would release your first song in to this void of Allness, Nothingness and Everythingness?”
She looked with loving eyes at the wolf. This bundle of joy, wisdom and power. She turned around. Marcus, Grey and Storulven joined her there at the ridge. Barry did the same.
There they were, two humans, three wolves, one polar bear, facing the void of the Dawn.
Flanked on both sides and behind by the entire pack. Everything placed a little step in front of the rest of them.
Josephiel took to the skies. Mama D waited. Said it was not her time to adorn the skies with her dragoness yet, that Josephiel was to float the first tune.
It sounded like a mix of happy violins, bagpipes, wolf howls and the singing of the Northern Lights. The wind whistled. The snow furled around them. In a dance.
Looking up Samantha saw The Great Bear. It seemed to nod at Barry, who let out a “top of the morning old pal”, as he nodded back to his star ancestor.
A single white feather danced through space, landed in front of Marcus.
Samantha inhaled.
“Feather white,
Feather bright,
Share with me,
Your Sacred Light”.
A light show began on the heavens. A dance of glitter, of colours, against the velvety sky mixed with the glow of the dawning sunlight. All intermingled, intermixed, intertwined.
A song never heard before came out of the two mountain tops, one granite with deep, soothing, grounding, homefeeling tunes. One moonstone with soft, enticing, heartlightning, sacredly wrapped jewelclad tunes. Together they mixed. Like Shiva and Shakti. Like Yin and Yang. Like Creator and Creation.
“Sssssssshhhhhhhhh……shhhhhhhhh……shhhhhhhhhh”
The sound of whispers in the void, in the skies, in the space surrounding them all.
“Listen. Listen well.” Vayu said. “The dreams are arriving. The dreams are speaking. Listen. Listen. Listen. All will be revealed.”
“How can all be revealed if we don´t have all seven instructions yet?” Marcus wondered.
“You do, my child”, Mama D took to the skies, filled it up with her gorgeous silverwhitegrey dragon energy. “You all do. You unlocked them on your way here. Storulven, shall we?”
The large white wolf stepped forward, placed himself in the center of all of them.
“My dear Lightwarriors. My dear strong pack. We are on our journey to find the eternal pieces. We are very close. We all need to take our personal responsibility for our path, and we all need to walk in connection with each other at the same time. The instructions on how to get there, as these dreams are arriving to embrace us, we may now practice from this day forward. All seven. Vayu?”
Vayu The Wind Whispering Wolf sang in to the Stillness, in to all their hearts;
“The Seven Sacred Secret Instructions are calling us, one after the other, here they are, like a string of pearls, like a string of bright shining Stars;
Concious Dawn.
Life inside Life.
Sacred Listening.
Choose that heart of yours.
Let your journey find you.
Find your Star where she resides.
Sacred Fierceness. “
The lightshow sacred geometry hologram in the sky had ended. A bright light shone. On large, bright
“Stars shining right above you. Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”. Birds singing in the full of pine needles tree. Dream a little dream of me, humptidumptidumtidum…..”
Barry was singing his way ascending the last piece of the slope ending at the plateau between the two mountain peaks.
“Not sure those are the true lyrics”, Marcus commented. “Think it should be a sycamore tree”.
“Come on! You can’t expect a polar bear to have any clue about what a sycamore tree is!” Barry shook his large head at Marcus.
The wind picked up. It came out of nowhere. All of a sudden there was a huge whirlwind of feathers, large and small, silvery, white, grey, golden, being blown around in a ferocious dance.
Storulven and Grey signalled the whole pack to a halt.
“The Whispers don’t take the singing jokes lightly today”, Grey spoke. “Usually The Whispers have the greatest sense of humour as they are totally egoless. It is just that right now we are really in The Stillness and Silence territory and here singing has the greatest of magnanimous purposes”.
“What is he talking about?”, Marcus asked the wolf next to him. A gangly little red and white male called Everything.
“Dreams”, Everything replied. “You see we are all made of dreams, sung in to existence by The Whispers”.
Storulven continued;
“Vayu The Wind Whispering Wolf is waiting for us. He’s the keeper of Dreams. The everlasting pieces. His time is now. So is all of ours. Right now. We are here to sing all that Sacred Fierceness in to existence. First the dreams need to be dreamed. I believe Samantha and Josephiel begun the knitting of that some days ago. We all will put our own spice in the mix. Josephiel The Cloud Shrouding Dragon and Snow will filligraphically project them through the sacred geometry in the skies between the two peaks of Moonstone and Granite. Then The Whispers will speak. No clue what they will say. What they will sing. We will be the chorus. We will all Be.”
“Let’s get inside the woods before we are blown off the slope by all these feathers”, Grey turned his head to point in his wolfy way towards the thin line of pine trees between them and the open glen behind.
“Star Seeker, Star Seeker, find your Star, find your Light. Star Seeker, Star Seeker find your Light, find your Star.”
Was that the feather-filled wind singing Marcus wondered?
“Star Seeker, Star Seeker, feet on the Earth, Heart in The Heavens, Star Seeker, find your Star where she resides”.
“Star Seeker, Star Seeker, find your Star, find your Light. Star Seeker, Star Seeker, find your Light, find your Star.”
Samantha listened.
Was that Vayu? It was!
He was singing, yet it sounded like a whisper.
“Vayu, The Whispering Wolf”! She finally got it! That is what Josephiel had called him as they had met the dragon for the first time down there in the valley.
Two days ago the whole lot of them had set off from the First Dragon Cave in The Mountains of Stillness and Silence. They had moved through many sacred places in the mountain range. Today they had travelled through a plateau, just in between the two largest peaks. Quite a large open space, just a little below the tree line. Some moments they found themselves above the tree line, other moments just below.
Vayu was standing out on the edge of a cliff, howling his songwhisper out in to the vastness of space here in the Stillness and Silence.
Samantha walked a bit closer, sat down on a rock a few trees away from the wolf who now seemed to be a little older than the young pup from a few days ago.
“Who is Star Seeker, Vayu?”
“The one who is seeking Star”, Vayu replied.
“Marcus? But, but….”
“Yes, my dear Flower Of The North”, Vayu interrupted. “Of course he knows that Star will not be found back in the body she once inhabited. He is seeking the Essence. The Essence she embodied, the Essence he can find through his own Star in The Heart”.
“He’s on his way here?” Samantha looked around the trees, the rocks, the open space between the mountains.
“With my whole heart family of all wolf ancestors ever existed, yes”, Vayu replied. “I know that might feel a bit exaggerated but hey, if there’s a journey to be taken why not do it with all bells and whistles possible right? Star in her Essence even sent Storulven himself to lead the pack. He has not walked this dimension for at least 9 years. I am just singing them closer. The Moonstone of The Granite is inside this rock you see. The heart compass will lead Star Seeker right here. If he listens”.
“Still not sure what my journey is….?” Samantha wondered.
“Let your journey find you. Instruction number five, my dear. Openness to be found. Conscious Dawn leads you to that too. No one is ever lost.”
“Ssssshhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhhhh”……
Northern Lights.
Samantha knew by now that the silvery green glow was just a cover up for all the Dragons of All The Secrets landing. If the human eye was bound to the magic of the Northern Lights, the real magic could land closer. Quite clever.
“Tomorrow”.
A little white dragon with gold coloured ears and wings landed next to her.
There was something different about this morning star. Usually as the dawn turned in to morning the light of the morning star would fade in to the blueness of the new dawn. Today it didn’t. It grew brighter and stronger by every moment passing.
“Polaris”. Barry spoke.
“What?” Marcus asked. “I thought Polaris was in the skies with your ancestors and that morning star was always Venus?”
“Polaris, Star of The North, Venus, Dawn Light, The Star Which Leads The Way or simply Star. She is guiding us right now. And we shall follow, no matter what name we feel she has.”, Grey filled in.
“Wiseass Wolf!”, Barry laughed as he shot a pawful of snow towards the wolf.
“Posh Polar Bear!”, Grey ducked just a little too late.
The pack was ready to leave. It seemed everyone knew where they were heading or at least what was going on. Aside from Marcus.
“My dear human”, Grey looked his way. “Just listen with the sense you use when you write your music. It knows where we are heading. It knows what we sense. There is no difference between your senses and ours, believe that to be as true as we know it is.”
The bright star shone even more lucid in the sky now. It seemed to move and then stopped between two of the highest peaks in the mountain range northwards.
“All I can sense is something I can just translate as “the moonstones are calling” “, Marcus replied.
“What have I told you about that darn translating Marcus?”, Barry was getting slightly upset. “Every time you use that phrase you deny yourself the trueness of the moment. The chance of living Life inside Life then stays on the other side of that veil you just wrote in to the equation”.
“OK, OK, OK”, Marcus got his backpack mounted, staff now in hand.
They all got started up the path into the woods leading north. Marcus realized they were heading for the dragon caves in the Mountains of Stillness and Silence.
“How will we be able to find the last pieces of the symphony in The Mountains of Stillness and Silence?” he wondered to himself.
The huge white wolf, the upper guardian of the whole pack whom always took the lead, sent Marcus a picture of a diamond shaped hologram, pulsating all sacred geometry patterns ever created, then nudged at him to come closer.
Marcus walked his way as Storulven spoke “Everything possible and impossible is to be found in The Mountains of Stillness and Silence. Everything ever written, ever danced, ever woven, ever to be, is there. Only there. Through the Moonstone of Granite you can call on your Star as you enter in to your true name of Star Seeker. Step in to your Being with every step you take through these woods, up these mountains my dearest friend and Listen. The Moonstone will speak to us all through The Whispers. Now, walk with me Star Seeker and you shall see that we are not looking for any last pieces for your symphony, we are looking for the everlasting pieces”.
Samantha was doing all she could to not get distracted.
She had been sorting the mulberries and blueberries for Vayu.
She had been sorting the golden threads for Mama D, and Josephiel had shown her how to knit gloves for all the “Listeners” with the yarn she´d been taught how to make out of the golden threads mixed with all the fallen feathers and shedded wolf hairs brought in to the cave earlier that day by the Buzzard Hawks.
It seemed the threads of the yarn spoke to her, or sang in a whispering way, as she moved the wooden knitting needles she´d found behind the moonstones next to the lapis lazuli.
She listened.
How could she understand it all? She kept asking herself over and over again. How could she put all this to use? For real? It seemed so clear and obvious – heart open, healing, sharing, listening, Being. But where was her Sacred Fierceness when she really needed it? How do you practice it in real life?
She looked at her newly knitted gloves. Imagined wearing them as she walked the streets of her little suburbia in the evening with her furry friends. Watching the cats watching them through Christmas decorations filling up the windows of every home. There, underneath the streetlights, in the cold, wet wind – not here in a crystal cave with wolf pups, dragons, buzzard hawks and a few elves – how would she be able to be Sacred Fierceness?
“My dear little human”, Mama D spoke gently. “Why not start with choosing that heart of yours. With all that is in it already. Just take a look”.
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