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.”
We went into the woods to be baptized by the trees. Over and over again. Bowing under ash, dancing under cedar, reaching for oak, hiding under willow, laughing with pine, sitting under beech, healing through birch, cocooning under elm. Every breath a baptism.
Do you remember how the trees actually found us? You wanted to head for the ocean and I pulled you towards the trees. Do you remember biking under them to get to the open fields? I sang to make you stop and sense them there right underneath their canopy.
Do you remember how their leaves turned yellow, bright, red, golden, orange ? Like they showed us the multidimensionality of every single essence which grows. The sides which turn in the wind and look different from every direction.
Do you remember them bearing fruit? And how every new entry to ,and every exit out of , the woods had its ritual of me devouring at least one of those fruits?
Do you remember that there is actually not a lot to remember aside from that we were, we are, together? That it was how our journey together started? And it will never end. As it is a journey on a thread of many journeys. Might feel like it has a beginning and an end, yet all it has is a continuity. A continuity of that which holds it. Life. Light. Power. The Force.
Do you remember driving through all the trees to find me? To pick me up? How it felt like home once you entered the pine forests? How you loved the birches, ashes, oaks et al and that love turned to passion and homecoming when the pines started lining the road?
That is the continuity I want you to follow.
The continuity of the continuity of space, passion, life. You. Trinity. Power, Stillness and Presence. Smack right in the continuity of Space, Passion and Life.
If that ain’t an instruction for the New Chapter, I don’t know what is. And I, I know everything. I am Starlight.
This focus on negativity exhausted her. Like you were living in a minefield with fighter jets above your head.
How to vibe higher than this?
How to? How to? How to?
Practice, practice, practice.
“I’ll be home for Christmas”, the speakers toned out.
What is home? And why be there just for Christmas?
Home is your own truth. Home is where you are loved and where you love. Home is where your being is sheltered.
Christmas is a state of mind. A consciousness, where giving and receiving is the same action. Where Christ consciousness is massed.
Where all is gentle, all is seen, all is held. In the one and the same cauldron. In the one and the same shift. Where you don’t look for meaning, where meaning is.
This, that , all, everywhere.
In this time of coldness of souls the hearth is the star in the heart. The play. The ferocity. The calling in of dragons. Of Sacred Fierceness.
White looked at Grey. Grey looked at White. Together they were balance. Harmony.
What steps do we need to take for Harmony? How can we kindle her? How can we leap in to her embrace every morning, be her, live her?
Harmony and Kindness. Kindness and Harmony.
“It’s all a little too much right now. Sprinkle it all with some harmony, kindness and coffee and you will be way on your way child, way on your way.”
“When the full moon dances in its own light. When its shadow pulls the breath of slivering starlight. When the omens and 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 sings to you my child”.
Nejla recognized the lingering song with her heart. It had been spoken before, not too long ago. It touched her soul-strings.
The sun was at its highest in the sky. The longest night and the shortest day was casting long shadows here at midday. Dawn had presented itself earlier in between the waning full moon and the rising sun. Moments of magic, of twilight, of choice as the day broke in to being.
Nejla stood on the plains of the upper ranges, soup-mug in hand, viewing the vast open spaces surrounding her. Every breath up here this time of year created visible mist. Humans rarely ventured up here anymore. They just could not be bothered to take the arduous trek through The Valley of Thorns.
She watched the sun gently moving towards the mountain tops. Soon it would take its dive behind the peaks and the Aurora would be swooshing in.
Rick was gathering all the dogs. This morning they had all gone on a “walking expedition” so that the dogs could have a well-deserved rest after two weeks of constant day treks,.
Luca the Labrador and Ricky’s husky pack Thor, Kabir, Storm, Wolfie and Saint had taken the lead. Jumping, digging, rolling around in the snow like they were still puppies. The joy rubbed off instantly.
Nejla and “The Crew” – her pack with the dear husky Starlight, the super strong and cuddly Malamute Tuva and the joyful Samoyed Kriya – had tried their best to get Maddy the Magnificent out of her comfortable space in the cargo basket, but the black cat had refused to leave her view place. Off they’d gone without Maddy, jumping, rolling, digging along.
Now it was time for rest. Everyone together around the fire.
A bit higher up to their left Alabasters pack of wolves were resting. Even higher up to the right Snowflakes pack of snow leopards were just waking up, gently stretching and yawning.
“What defines and adventurer I wonder?”, Nejla looked at Starlight.
“It’s not dramatic, it’s subtle.” Starlight replied. “Someone who walks”.
“Just drop it, move on. Change course”, she on the other side of the veil added.
“There are doorways, there are bridges, there are walls. You can break them, run or climb them or you can choose. Choose to listen. To uncover. To align. You can choose to open, to cross, to disintegrate through gentleness.” Starlight continued. “It is not dramatic, it is subtle. Where you go from here is up to you. Your heart is connected. Always. Remember – breath is the doorway, silence is the answer.”
Nejla put her mug down in the snow. Ricky did the same.
“Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be!” she took another breath. “Embrace! Embrace! Embrace! Align!” She stood where she stood. Just stood.
Snow under her feet, wilderness in her heart. Huskies, wolves, malamutes, cats, dragons, labradors, snow leopards, samoyeds, friends, stars, songs and winter storms. Nejla was home. Aligned. Her heart was full. She exhaled.
The woman’s weathered hands moved across the ancient wand.
To the untrained eye the object looked like a shrivelled up piece of wood.
To Disa it had been obvious the first time her eyes met it that it was anything but wood. Being a blend of onyx, shungite, white alabaster, rock crystal and lava from the inner core of Mother Gaia, swirled together in a spiral like pattern it was an extremely magic wand. The Dragon Wind Wand. One of the most powerful instruments to ever grace the Earth plane, even though no instrument had any true power without intent.
Disa had noticed how some of the birdseeds in her garden had sprung out. How they had managed to do that, outside in the cold, on the thick layer of snow and ice covering the ground, was mystery to behold. Unless it was due to the bright light coming in from the galactic suns during the short days. Magic light for magic sprouts?
Nejla and Ricky’s sleds had come to a halt. They had travelled throughout the early morning. At 3 am they had packed up, moved on for a few hours underneath the Ursid meteor showers. Now at 6.30 am it was time for a nap before the bright red and golden sun dawned.
A deep sigh from the dogs spread through the quiet air. What seemed like just as deep a sigh sounded out from the surrounding woods seconds later.
“Light is the first cause, and every second cause is its shadow”, Maddy the Mighty stretched out like only cats can.
‘What’s that?” Ricky turned and looked at the cat.
“Oh, just something this pretty connected guy Rumi I once knew very well used to say”. Maddy curled up.
“How old are you Maddy?” Nejla asked.
“Ancient. Not that it matters though”, Maddy replied opening one eye. “Let’s just keep what the dude Rumi said in mind once we wake up with the sun after this nap OK? You will see. Oh yes, you will see.”
“Did you know I was about to name the second lead dog Rumi?” Ricky turned towards Nejla. “But he insisted on being called Kabir instead”.
Nejla could not help laughing out loud. “I always thought it such a weird combination of names and energies with Thor and Kabir in the lead, but Thor and Rumi surely would have been outrageously weird.”
Another sigh from The Crew and The Pack. Time to snooze.
“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.
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”.
Such peace. Such lightness. Such a sense of being carried, held, embraced.
It had arrived with the golden-dust-sparkle-carriage. A flowing cloud of gold dragons. Many, many, much smaller than Josephiel and Mama D. They were everywhere, yet nowhere.
They were all around in the cave, on the slope at the opening where Samantha and Vayu were sitting, on top of the ridge above the cave – yet it felt like they were not really taking up any space. They were space.
“This is the joy, the magic, the gold of Stillness and Silence”, Vayu sighed.
“Splendid, isn’t it?” Josephiel added. “Realizing the space we all inhabit is filled with the magic sparkle dust of these golden dragons, every cell and non-cell encircled, this magic gold is what is All. We see them as dragons right now, as dragon energy is the one energy which can carry magic, peace, serenity, truth – in other words Life inside Life – in this dimension, and quite a few other dimensions too for that matter.”
“Then why are dragons being slain in some of the old stories and myths, portrayed as threats and dangers to humans?” Samantha asked. “All of you who I have met are just gorgeous, powerful in a sacred-life-energy-carrying way. I don´t get it.”
“There was a time when magic, connection and knowing the secrets became considered wrong my dear. Dragons were the first to be banished from the magic of the myths. The myths were changed in to legends. Along the line wolves were added to the long list of sacred connections removed from you humans. More legends added. And the rest is history.”
“It is time to bring the true myths back then”, Samantha said resolute.
“They are still here.” Vayu replied. “All you need to do is listen. Exactly what you were doing. Did you notice you saw more dragons as you listen to the Sound of Stillness and Silence?”
“I did”, Samantha said.
She slid back in to Silence. Here in the Mountain of Stillness and Silence you felt it getting enlarged. You became the Stillness and Silence. You became Every Thing. Every One. No Thing and No One at the same time. It was like being lost without being lost, an amazing sense of being Home.
As she looked inside her heart she saw a huge troop of wolves pulsing through the trees in the deep snow. Led by someone who looked like Star, just grey and larger. Where were they heading?
Tea. Dark chocolate. Glitter and sparkle against a velvety background shining through the opening of this gianormous cave.
Samantha almost had to pinch herself.
Awaiting Lucia-morning here. Inside the first of the Mountains of Stillness caves, with the Queen of Dragon Queens Mama D herself. It was bigger than any dream she’d ever had for herself.
“Is that really true? Like in the heart of your heart of hearts true?” Vayu asked as he curled up next to Samantha.
“What do you mean “really true”?”, Samantha replied.
“You know, we quite often think we wish the most splendid things and experiences for ourselves, involving places, things, beings, moments, even those as superbous as this one right now. Yet they are more focused on others. Like this Lucia – morning, like Mama D. They are both true energies of Love and Fierceness. Power. Both of those energies are living from their heart of hearts. If you would truly live from the heart of hearts right now in this magic, sacred moment, what would you do? What would the tea and chocolate of your soul be so to speak in this very moment?”
“I would pick up an instrument, pen and paper. I would write. I would sing.” Samantha heard herself blurting out without hesitation or thought.
“I would sing this moment. I would sing the stars. I would sing the light. I would sing darkness. I would sing healing. I would sing love. I would sing home. And for Marcus somewhere down there in the valley I would sing Star.”
“See, sister!”, Vayu’s eyes glistened. They had already transformed from their puppy blue to dark night sky blue. Soon they would change to yellow as he reached his fully grown self. “That is what you should be doing. Sing all that. Be the music, be the holy reverence resting inside of you. With Fierceness. Sacred Fierceness.”
“Sacred Fierceness?” Samantha looked like she had an epiphany. “I’ve heard that phrase before. In whispers. Some days ago! At the beginning of our hike I think? Did you hear them too?”
“It’s what my mother always spoke about.” Vayu said. “Though she was only with us for our 16 first weeks, I can still hear her whispering “Sacred Fierceness” from her way wandering Home.”
“Home?” Samantha wondered. “Wasn’t home with you and your siblings?”
“She was called Home quite suddenly, to the Home with a capital H, very soon after we’d arrived. Her task is about five dimension from here I believe. I am walking our task here, yet we are always connected. Sacred Fierceness is that bond. To your music and your songwriting too. Wow, look!”
Outside a light-carriage was moving across the starry skies, getting closer and closer. Fairies and winged beings lighting the way. It was heading right towards the cave opening.
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