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Earth & Space, 11th of December, Door 11

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Space and Earth, Earth and Space.

“There is nothing to figure out, it is all in the heart”. Wasn’t that what she’d said, how it had all begun this time around?

What if it feels like you cannot access the heart? If you cannot find the thread? If it feels like the rupture has slowly immersed itself into total discord? How do you get there then?

“There’s nowhere to get to, my child. Its all right here. I know it might be challenging to see it, but here we are again, here is that word again – “seeing”. Choose to see the heart. Be curious. If it feels like you cannot see, pretend. Be open to playing around with perspectives. Look from above, from below, from all sides and directions you can imagine and then some more. Summon your creativity to make up something new every day. One thing. Just one, over the top crazy, thing. The freedom you connect to then can only lead you back to one place, the heart.”

Alba is looking me straight in the eyes. Putting her hands on my shoulders, gripping firmly. Portals! I see portals in her eyes!

“Those portals are not in my eyes, dear child. They are in yours. Every time you look at something, see something, it is a portal. Which portals are you walking through, which are you not? Listen to the portals. With your heart.”

Is that what it means that everything is a reflection, a mirror?

“It´s more than that. It´s a mirror maze. So, now you tell mee child. What is mirroring itself? Who sees it? Summon your creativity”!

11-1-11-12.

A code flashing through my mind.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 10th of December, Door 10

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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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Earth & Space, 6th of December , Door 6

“Divine Soul, I am willing and ready to listen”.

“Really let all the stardust and particles shed through your life. Don’t try to understand what I am saying. Feel it and dance through it all. Rest and move and rest and move again . All is an eternal dance and you choose the tunes. You really do. What you set your reciever to is what you recieve. Just like a radio. Juice FM or Downbeat Dread ? Sparkle and Space or Beat The Shit Out Of My Brain ? I can go on and on saying the same thing in tens of thousands different ways, yet the message will always be the same. Choose. Act. Then choose again.”

She put the feathery inkpen down. Blew out the candle, opened the window to the winternight. Exhaled a dust of white foam in the starry sky.

It was time to act.

Author: Cecilia Götherström/ Pejuta Wakinyazi

Picture: From Pintrest