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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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Elsa’s Song, Dec 10th 2021

Alabaster sunk his paws deep in to the snow. He’d been up on the rocks, peeking down once more towards Pinehome City. 

They were all together now. Nejla, Starlight, Tuva, Kriya, Ricky and Luca. 

He could see them through his inner eyes. The two humans sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree. Sharing stories. Laughing. Remembering. 

All four dogs sprawled out across the large kitchen floor.

What had once been the “Grand” waiting room in this timber wood train station building from the 1800s was now Ricky’s kitchen.

Alabaster made his way down, returning to the pack. How he loved these moments of approaching, feeling the warmth in his heart, connecting through the golden threads to his brothers, sisters, all the pups. Watching every single personality doing their thing while being in total harmony with the entire canine family.

Sure, they could growl and show off, change, walk off, start anew, return, explore. But that was because that is how things just are.  If everyone is allowed to live out their purpose, harmony is what you get. And harmony includes storms, floods, falling trees, new growth.

 You use the mind, heart, and soul,  leading the body to the best possible solution for the highest good of all.

When you exist in a state of awareness where greed does not exist, you see everything through the eyes of Isa. The eyes of Isness.

He realized he’d let his mind wander in to the human domain again as he felt four youngsters rolling around him, asking for attention, nipping at his legs and paws.

“Come play, come play, Grandpapa Alabaster!”, they howled like a four octave choir.

“OK then!” Alabaster took off down the slope, zigzagging, jumping, rolling. Four young furballs falling over in his paw steps, doing their best to catch up.

A few of the packs hunters had just gotten back from their recon trip and joined in.

If you’ve ever seen a group of eight adult and four “just-out-of-puppyhood” wolves play on deep snow covered slope under the moon, star and sun lit winter morning sky, you know exactly what I am talking about.

Joy, aliveness, speed and wit dancing around in your heart.

Cecilia Götherström, December 10th 2021.