What matters matter
to you,
StarBeing
What matters matter
to you
my dear
my love
my one and only
living
loving
soul
Do not accept
any hurt
any more
Do not accept
What matters matter
StarBeing
To your soul,
to your light,
to your love,
joy
and
connection
Go back,
Go forwards,
act, live,
sparkle,
receive
Don’t let that
darkness
wedge
any
deeper
in to
any-thing or
any-where
What matters matter
StarBeing.
Go grab it.
Now.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
I believe in guidance,
in guidance I believe
- yet, I do not seem to
believe
in
myself
I grasp and grasp
and grasp,
fingernails bleeding,
splinters wedged
underneath them,
grasping still
at the outside,
at confirmation
that I
am allowed
to exist
I believe in guidance,
in guidance I
believe,
yet I cannot seem to see
what guidance
tells me
in this dark world
around me,
at this time
Darkness is there,
so that we can
see the Stars,
StarBeing.
I understand that,
yet why
can I not
see
the stars?
Because you must
wrap yourself
around them,
StarBeing.
Allow the darkness
to fold
to unfold,
challenge the wind,
embrace the rain.
I don’t know if I can.
You can,
StarBeing,
you can.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
12:12
Darkness
holds the light
Light
holds the darkness
The key,
the key lies in
“holds”
No such thinga as “not holding”
How do you reach the holding?
By leaning in.
With curiousity.
Lean in.
Be held.
Stay curious.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
Photo: Pintrest
I welcome you,
I embrace you
How else
can I
be embraced
by you
Darkness
of winter
warmth
from within
Star studded
skies
shining
the light
The Star in
my
heart
to the
stars
above
below
around
within
without
Earth Star
chakra
carry
me home
At home you already are, my child. Connected to Earth, aligned in Space.
Stellar Gateway
shine
the light
Bright
my home
Connected to Cosmos, you live within. Stars and galaxies, nebulae and comets. Endless is creation. Endless you are.
Space and Earth
Earth and Space
mere words
for
what
you are
we are
my Star
our Stars
us
Mahakash, Mahakash, Mahakash
Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
A flickering light,
a diminishing flame
Reaching for the skies
as the wick
dies down,
curling inwards,
imploding
The end of the end of the end.
You see, the light needs to die before it can be reborn. That is what it does. That is what light is. Swallowed by darkness it hides underneath the ground. Germinates. Sprouts.
The darkness cannot be fought. It needs space. It needs to be given space.
You see, eventually darkness will feel so alone that it can do nothing but invite light in. Make space for it. Dance with it. Live with it. Mix with it. Mingle.
The light needs to die to be re-born. Darkness is the space where the light grows. Without darkness, no rest. Without rest, no movement.
You see, flow is what happens in the space between two points, two destinations. Music is what happens in the space between two notes.
Darkness. Space. Movement. Light.
Author: Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi
“What forces were at work here?
White Light, White Wizards, White Dragons, White Wolves? The light was so bright there was no darkness to be seen. That did however not mean there was no shadow. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Without contrasts there would be nothing to perceive in the centre.
Laws of Nature. The term had been coined by biologists, scientists, far removed from nature in their mind, close in heart, connections blocked by overactive frontal lobes.
Prakriti, another word for Nature. Another understanding. Ancient one.
Laws of The Cosmos.
Oneness.”
Nejla sat with The Crew in Ricky’s and Luca’s garden after the morning sledding, having one of her inner conversations with Storulven. Even though the days were shorter and darker this far north during this time of year the light from the sun and the reflection back from the earth was extremely intense.
Close to six months ago the light had been close to this intense for some time, just after the summer solstice. The shadows had fallen differently, the green on the trees had had a different shade. The light had even made people crossing a zebra crossing seem etheric, close to see-through, which felt pretty scary as you approached in your car.
“All of these “laws” have the same origin.”, Storulven’s voice and presence spoke.
“Oneness. The centre point. Venture further in one of the directions and you feel just a little more distant from it. Venture further and you feel further distant. The thing is though that these connections and combinations are countless – picture a Metatron’s cube, all the intersections and connections are roads to pods of sister and brotherhoods, which in turn all are inter-braided with the roads to the centre point.
You can travel this map with any vibration. You can discover, circle, search, find, feel lost, be found and never, ever do you lose the connection.
“In the beginning was the Word”. Creation was spoken in to being. Sung in to being. Every song, every stanza, every sutra, every word you speak is creation, is creating. How you receive words, songs, light, all vibrations, is creation too.
So, you chose which forces you want to create with. No matter what forces you might perceive being at work here, you choose. You call in the forces you resonate with.
See, all these words – resonance, vibration, sound, echo, light…. I can go on. Same source. From the book of instructions on how to connect in to the centre point. The space. The void. You might travel to the Akashic Records to read the book. You might unlock your heart to read the book. Or, you might become The Adventurer and become The Instruction.”
Cecilia Götherström, December 11th 2021
FlowerOfTheThunderAndLightning 