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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 11. Dec 11th

Another evening on the path following the pawsteps of the little bundle of joy & life force Vayu The Whispering Wolf. They were being guided by Josephiel the Cloud Shrouding White Dragon floating in the air just above them through the valley,  heading towards the Mountain of Stillness and Silence.

Josphiel was of the opinion that wading through deep snow was no dragon business, taking to the wild blue yonder was.

Vayu had hidden a laugh within a yawn as he’d said “Let him believe he’s the one guiding us. There ain’t no better guide in this dimension than this very nose right here”.

Samantha was really enjoying these nightly hikes. They were usually on the move until just before midnight. Then they’d either find or build a shelter. For her, both Josephiel and Vayu were very clear about every time.

“For that somewhat frozen little human”, they would joke daily.

This evening they were getting close to their last hike among the trees. Shelter would probably be just above the treeline.

The glittering snow crystals reflected the Milky Way, or was it the other way around?

“Everything is a reflection”, Vayu said. “All the beauty you see in the world, all the things you reject, criticize or judge, they are all part of your perception reflecting back at you. That is why The Whispers are so powerful. Why you want them on your side. The Whispers are closer to Truth than the words you cover them with when you speak and think loud thoughts covering any possibility to perceive the most perceivable of them all. The Still Whispers of Your Soul. Only in stillness can you hear them. The Whispers.”

“Are you saying that this gorgeousness of diamondy glittery silver lives inside of me too?”, Samantha asked.

“Yes! And do you know what more lives inside of you?… 

Vayu went dead quiet.

“Come on, are you going to tell me?” 

Vayu did not move. He did not even flinch. 

Samantha looked up in the direction his eyes stared. Holy moly…. Was that an avalanche? There was no sound, so there could not be, right?

The sparkly cloud of glittery-moon-reflecting-snow-star-dust rushing down the mountain slope was the size of a jumbo jet.  As the diamond-dust evaporated something took shape where the sparkle settled.

“Mum!”, Josephiel twirled in the air, somersaulted towards them.

Right in front of Samantha and Vayu, the largest, grey-sparkling dragon anyone could possibly imagine.

“Enchanted”, she exhaled. “Mama D welcomes you all.”

  • Cecilia Götherström , December 11th 2020.
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 10. Dec 10th

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Star.

Star in the heart.

Beam.

So connected.
Me and you.

Love stronger than water.
Love stronger than ice.
Love more solid than rocks,
than meteorites
sparkling, splitting, hitting
this Earth,
emanating it with
Love, Love, Love.

That Fierceness,
That Fierceness between your shoulder blades,
move it forward,
move it to your heart,
let it blaze that beam out,

of Star
of Love
of Sacred, sacred Love
of Fierceness
of Power
of Song
of Celebration
of Connection unsurpassed.

In honour of the two of us,
nothing breaks Star
or her Star,
nothing stops that beam,
that straight
straight
bridge

of solid Love,
of heart cracked open,
exploded
into splinters.

Making space.
Space.
For all that is
and was
and wishes to be.

To rest.
Rest in that Space.
Eternally.
As it already is.

Feel it,
Sense it,
Receive it.
Let it explode.
Do not hold back.

Star.

A power so strong.
No darkness can
Withhold the fierce force of
Light.

Star.
Beam.
Beam of StarLight.
Straight out through your heart.
In to mine.
In to All that Is.
All that We Are.

All.
All.
All.

Now.

Be.
Be Sacred.
Be Fierceness.

Star

– Cecilia Götherström, December 10th 2020.

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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
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 7. Dec 7th.

Samantha remembered the many times she had spoken to her sister Disa about stuff which just felt “weird”. Like you felt something in your gut, your mind made an interpretation of it which made you feel queasy and awkward. 

Well, right now she could not shake that very feeling.

Her thoughts took her back to a day about a year ago when she’d met up with Marcus for a coffee at the local church café – the only café in the village. 

Over two chai lattes Marcus shared with her how his beloved Star had been acting the past few days – not wanting to come all the way indoors, rather sleeping on the carpet in the hallway than on her specially built own “wolf-couch” which he had constructed for her now that she had entered her “olden” days. It was like she was halfway out of the house which had been her home for the past 12 years. Their home.

Samantha had gotten that feeling,  the uneasy stomach, the rambling legs, the itchy sitting bones, the queasiness. She knew something was not right, something was about to dawn. Change.

She’d told Marcus they’d better drive up to his house immediately.

When they arrived the front door was wide open. Star was nowhere to be seen. They followed her paw prints in the snow. Down past the barn where the three Icelandic ponies stayed during the winter nights. Then up, towards the birch forest which led to the glen at the beginning of the fir tree forest. At the start of what Marcus always called “his path”.

In the now full moon lit opening Star lay on her belly, holding her head up, looking their way, as if she had expecting them for quite some time. Her dark eyes gleaming, the first stars on the sky reflecting back.

Dusk was setting in and it was clear that Star was not well. At least that was Samantha’s interpretation.

She and Marcus kneeled down next to Star. Star looked them deep in the eyes and spoke to them ; 

“It is time for me to leave this dimension now. Merge with all the others. Do not try to follow me. I will be back one day. Maybe in a different shape or form, maybe in the same. Don’t look for me. For if you do you will not see me. Just listen. Listen inside and remember to be wild, to stay wild. Thank you dear Marcus. My soul is calling me home. Even though we have our home together there is a Home much larger than we can fathom. I will go over there and find it. Bring it back.”

The majestic white wolf stood up, licked Samantha’s hands, looked her in the eyes. Then she went over to Marcus. Put her nose on his forehead. Rolled her head to rest on his neck. He grabbed on with both arms. Embraced her. She breathed in to his ears, in to his eyes, she nudged his forehead again and said;

“Be strong my brave warrior. Be fierce. Be Love. Live your life Sacred.”

She turned around, walked with her head down in to the woods in her full wolfness, on to the moonlit Path.

  • Cecilia Götherström, December 7th 2020.
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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 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.