adventure

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Earth & Space, 10th of December, Door 10

Photo:Pintrest

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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Transmissions of Starlight / 8

 She is teaching me 
how
to love again,
how to 
thaw
that coldness,
how to
trust,
through gentleness,
not forcing

She is teaching me
that
hail
is just frozen water,
that
Christmas
is in your heart,
not in a tree,
or in snow
on the ground

She is teaching me
that you can,
you should
love,
even when 
your heart
seems
to be breaking

She is teaching me
to listen,
to listen,
to listen
especially when
you don’t want to

She is teaching me
about lineage,
connection,
unbroken threads
of life
weaving unbound
in to 
each other

She is teaching me
about
Starlight,
remembering
gingerbread songs
in honour of the two of us
being 
always
left
unbroken

She is teaching me
to be
here,
now,
in the storm,
in the power,
in the stillness

She is teaching me
her 
ways

And I
I
get
to learn

Starlight


-	Trinity



Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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How to love someone

How to love some-one,
How to love some-thing

How to

How can we
when
the world is whirling around us
and we whirl with
it

How to love some-one

We stop.
We stare.
The stare becomes looking
The looking becomes watching

Watching with gentler, widening eyes
Watching with nostrils wide
open
Watching with inner ears
listening
Listening from the soul

It just happens
When we
stop.

Right there, then, 
in the stopping
we see the eternal moving
dripping its life essence
into the blood of our breath

Right there,
right in front of us,
above,
below,
in the middle,
to all sides


Love,
as a gentle breeze
and a powerful force,
moving

moving in the stillness
the stillness of our being

There it is.
Love.
Adventure.
Stillness.
Love, adventure, stillness.

We know it not by name,
We know it by knowing



-	Cecilia Götherström, Sep 12th 2022
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Elsa’s Song, Dec 16th 2021

As the sun is rising over the suburb and  the castle walls, spreading its morning fire over the rooftops, she speaks gently with a whisper from within her very being.


“Look at all the gold”, she says. “It is dancing on the street, in my fur, inside your heart.It is dancing within our connection”.

I see it. I really do see it! 

Thanking her, I reach down to her height, gently caressing one of her ears. Soft, gingerbread scented, furry red and white ears. She speeds up a bit. Time to go home. There is always a snack and a cuddle after the morning walk so it is time to get the priorities straight.
As we cross the street full of stressful morning commuters she slows down again. She speaks.

“Infuse a bit of sacredness in to everything you do, into every act.” She smiles and speeds up again.



“Sacredness is the key to so many doors”, Starlight explains as Nejla, The Crew, Maddy, Ricky, Luca & The Pack are in anything but a hurry getting everything sorted for the days trek. They are all enjoying the fresh morning air, the rising sun, the warm open fire crackling, the coffee & porridge scent, the dried meat and fish for the four leggeds, and basically just sharing space. Hanging out. In a way it feels like they don’t need to go anywhere, yet the adventure spirit is tugging to move on. Just a bit ahead. Without a real goal. Just to check what is next. While being present with what is.

“I think I just sprinkled my coffee with sacredness”, Nejla jokingly replied.

“I think we just spice every breath with sacredness”, Ricky said while jumping up and down after his dip in the hole he’d made in the ice, initially to fish for the dogs and Maddy.

“Every breath already is sacredness”, Thor the lead dog of Ricky and Luca´s pack barged in, grabbing the last piece of oatmeal porridge left in Nejla’s bowl on the ground. “All you need to do is notice it.”


From in between the trees Alabaster was watching this morning ritual of this “band of relatives” like he´d loving started to refer to them after his last conversation with Snowflake. He was there in the shadows to guide them safely through the Valley of Thorns, which is where they were heading next. It was the only way through to get to the higher ranges. 

The mist of transformation had started spreading out  from the narrow passage way already.

A small, blue butterfly flew through the air, circling the two sleds.



Cecilia Götherström, December 16th 2021

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Elsa’s Song, Dec 15th 2021

Breathing in. Breathing out.  

Alabaster and the pack had moved grounds to the upper ranges. Winter hunting was better here, and peace was at large.

Overlooking the upper ranges was the large massif of the snow leopards.

With this recent shift in to conscious awareness The Snow Leopard Queen had highlighted “the importance of the soul” during every encounter she and Alabaster had. Last time she had added “The importance of healing the soul”.

Alabaster walked the higher grounds, breathing in, breathing out, tuning in to the frequency of Nejla.

Miles away Nejla stood firm om the footboards of the sled, swooshing through the evening air with The Crew alongside Ricky’s team. She could sense the connection coming in. A click in her heart, an urge to stretch her hands.

“Breath is the doorway and silence is the answer. Remember that my Adventurer. That’s it, and that’s all. You have the spell. Breath is the doorway and silence is the answer.”

An image of herself standing in front of a glass covered portal, surrounded by granite peaks, the winter morning skies, gold and silver dust filled air, frozen breath on the doorway, flashed in to Nejla’s mind. She even heard herself speaking the spell out loud.

“Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be! Embrace! Embrace! Embrace! Align!” 

Breathing in, breathing out. Silence.

Was this a premonition or an instruction? 

Slowly, gently, Snowflake the snow leopard queen approached the granite slab where Alabaster was sitting.

“Tell me, Queen Snowflake, about this importance of the soul, of healing the soul.” Alabaster said.

Snowflake sat down next to him, her long tail covering the entire length of the large boulder.

“The importance of the soul”, she replied. “Of healing the soul. Of living from the soul. Of embodying the soul. That is the largest quest of humanity right now. And only we can lead the way here. Us, The Wild Ones. True wilderness is true connection. We are the healers of the broken souls. I am relieved she is on her way here. With all her friends. All the soul pieces which are one. All the aspects of the diamond merkabah.”

Cecilia Götherström, December 15th 2021 

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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 8. December 8th.

I really don’t know how I got here. I really don’t remember. Why am I sitting here at the table, no Star curled up at my feet, writingfeather in hand? 

No clue. There’s so much I really don’t understand. Can’t fathom. It is fascinating how easy it is to tap in to living in ignorance, letting life flow by and you flow with it – instead of inside it. She was inside it. Inside life. Always.

“Dreams!”, Vayu whispered out over the frozen water. “Dreamsssssss….”

‘Yes, dreams!”, Josephiel joined him. A little louder though.

“What are you all on about with this dreams-thing?” Samantha looked at both the tiny wolf pup and the large dragon.

“Well”, Vayu jumped on to her lap, challenged her to a hug wolf style. “Marcus just said the words. The code. Which  means the release has started. The life inside the life. The gate to all the doors, dimensions, directions or what you humans might call “secrets”. Have you ever pondered how the word “Secret” almost sounds like “Sacred”? Try saying both really fast after each other twentyfive times and see what happens!”

Josephiel let out a belly laugh as he tried and barely made it past the third round.

“What does that have to do with dreams?” Samantha still felt a little lost in translation.

“Conscious Dawn is the first step, Live Inside Life the second one”, Vayu explained. “We’ve now got two of seven instructions. So it’s time to dream the world we want to see dawning inside life, for ourselves and for this Earth. One at a time. Then we can step back, see how they intertwine and whisper life in to both. As Marcus is healing, Star is getting deeper on  the path of Home and we all move ahead on all our journey.”

“What is our journey then?”, Samantha asked.

“Sooooo many questions dear human, yet so little stillness for the answers,” Josephiel puffed out with a bit of morning fire directed at the wood under the coffeepot.

“Hmmmm. So, I should stop asking and wait then?” Samantha scratched her head.

“No, no, noooo.” Vayu howled. “Ask the questions! Ask many, many questions! Listen to the questions. There, inside the question lies the answer. Or the first silver thread leading you to the answer. Inside.”

A gentle snowfall started to fall around the trio.

  • Cecilia Götherström, December 8th 2020