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Earth & Space, 21st of December, Door 21

Photo: Pintrest

“I am an Architect of Magic”.

Saga sits down, places her pen next to her well worn notebook, looks out the window. The breeze is picking up, a gentle snowfall is on its way. You can tell by the slight greying of the sky, by the way the birds are dancing through the air towards the bird feeder, even by the sound of the wind through the kitchen fan.

Why had she not thought about that before? “I am an Architect of Magic”.

“Because through thinking you would never have arrived there. In that space of insight of who you are, of what you are here to share with the world my dear.”

The large, white wolf settles down next to her. The way they share space has always been like something out of this world. From day one.

“ I am an Architect of Magic”, Saga says it out loud again.

“Do you remember that stanza which came to you last year? The one which also begins with “I am”?”

Who is that outside the door? Who is speaking? Saga gets up, walks towards the front door, sensing there is more to who is there than she can imagine. Before her hand touches the door handle she remembers. The strophe rushes in through consciousness like a leaf in the gust.

“I am a Force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in One!” she yells out as she opens the door.

Alba and Rosie! The two girls laugh, hug and cry at the same time. Rosie runs indoors, howls and performs the regular greeting dances, of course including the “hello I love you awesome to see you let me bite your fur and tug at your neck and throw you to the ground as you throw me to the ground good to see you or did I say that already ” wrestling game with AshWhite. 

A few moments later the wolves and humans are gathered in a huge pile on the floor in front of the fireplace, where the open fire for this Midwinter Equinox has been crackling since the early MorningStar hours already. The wind picks up. Large, thick, soft snowflakes are being spun and swirled around in a dance  even more intricate than the one the golden sky dragons performed a few days ago. Moonstones and pinecones are laid down on the altar. The four souls are singing together.

I am an Architect 
of Magic

Fire and
Ice
I 
am

Born of
Earth 
and
Space

Wild Moon
Child
I 
am

I am
a
Force
of
Nature

I am Power
and
Stillness
in
One

I am an Architect
of
Magic

Sacred
Fierceness
the
staff

Pinecones 
and Moonstones
the
source

of

Space and
Earth

of

Earth and
Space

of

The Promise of
Meru´s Wisdom

I am an Architect
of
Magic

All that I
am
is
Here

Now

Three words drift through space. Whispered.
Mahakash. Mahakash. Mahakash.
Seven times.

Mahakash
the magic spell

I am an Architect of Magic. 
I am.

Mahakash.

Let the Light die to be born anew. Makakash.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 19th of December, Door 19

Photo: Pintrest, thefunpost.com

First Quarter Moon. Action. Light a candle. Settle in to the right position. So many steps to take before beginning. Before start.

Procrastination. Not during this moon phase. Totally impossible.

If there is one thing to leave behind on the other side of this moon it is procrastination.

“Stay close. Lean in, and you will always know what the next step is. And that is all you need to know. The next step”.

“Wish for snowflakes and listen to the cue. Just go with it. No matter how “out there” it might sound to you. And do you know what? “Out there” is actually really good. Out of that comfort zone, which by the way is not really comfortable at all, it is basically numb, feeling-less, unfulfilled, given in-ness space. Not the space where you want to live, be, act, love, learn and unlearn my dear”.

Alba found herself chuckling before Rosie could this time. How much wisdom and wit – is that witdom? – could she possibly handle in this short amount of time? The wolf kept delivering bout after bout of these every time they had settled in to something close to mind rest. How fast could you actually shift before totally losing track of yourself?, Alba wondered.

“Nothing to keep track of my dear, and no your-self either”, Rosie won this chuckle set. “Remember? Stay in the movement !”.

“Action is basically accelerated movement. Which is why it is pretty effortless to take action once you are in tune with the eternal movement of everything, as well as the eternal non movement underneath that. In essence “you” are being moved while the deeper “You” stays where “it” is. In the all and everything. In the Great AllEncompassing Space.”

“That Space is here on Earth, experiencing itself through all the facets of the diamond. So it is actually not Earth & Space, it is EarthSpace. Or SpaceEarth.”

“How about this as a game for the coming week – look at everything you experience, every thing, be it through your senses, your thoughts, in your dreams, wherever and whatever and try to define whether it exist in and of itself or always in relation to something or someone else. What a fun game during these dark winter nights eh?”. Another loud chuckle.

“And don’t let me get started on what “existence” is! Now Rosie almost fell over from chuckling. “You shall discover something entirely different about that too before the end of this. And by the way, there is no such thing as an end but now I am leaving you to it. Or me out of it.” The chuckling was now so loud it transformed in to a howl.

There she was. EveningStar. Polaris. Travelling towards MorningStar. Movement in Stillness. Star. Maakash.

Author: Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 18th of December, Door 18

Photo: Pintrest

Three are the days
three are the elves

Gold is the colour
silver the thread

Raindeers
eleven

Granite
the wisdom

The trees seem to fall down. Yet they are not. They are buried in deep, deep snow. Dragons dance above like garlands of stars.

It is seven days since they left the Glen, ahead of the morning star.

Up and up and up they went. Through dim top valleys, raging ravines and chest high mountain birch brushes. Over the tops of the Three Wishes. Down the Dark Valley of Hidden Wisdom. Back up the Mountain of Doom.

After the last bend they had all expected to see something entirely different than what was born in front of their eyes up there on the Diamond Step. As they turned that last bend they found themselves where they had only heard about in legends. Right at the “eye” of the Ursa Major . Alioth and Merak pointing the way to the path to Polaris.

“Polaris”, Rosie sighed. “Home”

Alba could feel the word ringing in her heart, in some strong, strange type of harmony. What was that? How could a star so far away yet so close by feel like home? How could this desolate place where their feet were placed feel like home?

“Because it is not desolate my dear Alba”, Rosie said. “Look at all the magic. Look up!”

Magic spun
through the wisdom
of choice
of voice
of being

Gold
Silver
and
Granite

Take what is
yours
Leave
the rest
behind

The song of the elves, the dragons and reindeer versifying the scenery of snow, trees and stars. Are they creating it as they are singing? At least it feels like that to Alba.

“They are their own creation, all around them is their own creation, they are all what we – or you humans – are learning that you are dear Alba”, Rosie chuckled. “To take responsibility of and now truly be your own creation. That is why  Polaris, these mountains, the wilderness feels like home. Because that is what you are and hence you create it and it creates you and so on, love creates what it loves – and hates creates what it hates, which is the other side of the medal in the field of duality – , love recognises it or actually recognises itself and more is created. This is your dream. Where you live and I live, in consciousness in this moment. That is why we are here together. Right here, right now. Let’s get to know more about our fellow beings here in this place!”

Soft, gentle bells swirling through the air. Snowflakes embracing the air.

Snowflakes.

Author : Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 16th of December, Door 16

Picture : Pintrest

The Queen of Light has arrived. She is the priestess of deep love and true connection. She explains in all her beingness that the road to deep love and true connection can be both simple and complicated. That it is never one of the two. That it is a flow, a braid of the simplicity mixed with complexities. It is a practice she says.

“Three roads lead to heaven, an endless number of roads lead to hell”, the voice at the top of the mountain holding her presence explains. “Let me just clear the largest misunderstanding first before I go on”.

The voice moves closer. Clears its throat, or at least that’s what it sounds like to human ears. The open fire crackles and climbs higher towards The Milky Way as if it is responding with its burning light to the gently powerful light emanating from the mountain.

“The word “hell”. It is not a place. It is not someplace evil. It is a state of mind. We all live, breathe and exist in a state of mind. The rest is just props, like in a theatre. And so is heaven. A state of mind.”

“Let us get back to the word “hell”. It derives from the same root as the words whole, heal and even holy. Listen to so many of your Nordic languages – “hel”, “hela”, “helig”, “holy”, “whole”, “heel”, “helen”, “heal”, I can go on and on and on. So know that when you are in the state of mind of “hell” you are on the road to all of that. To wholeness. You are healing. Sometimes it seems you humans just have to go through a lot of that to get to the roads to “heaven”. “

“This is where the power of choice comes in again. When you recognize that you are in the state of mind of “hell”, you can choose to take a step on a different road. Just one little step will make a huge difference. Every part of every braid has been created in small steps . Every river has etched itself into the earth in small molecular steps, mixed with floods.”

The fire starts dancing, only to seconds later settle down in a beautiful golden glow.

“The three roads to heaven are Peace, Love and Understanding. From all sides of the multifacetted diamond. From inside and outside. When you find yourself in a precarious place, reach within, start with creating peace from within for yourself, send yourself love. From there search for understanding. When the glimpse of understanding is there Love with a capital L opens up.”

” Of course there is no wrong or right way to approach this. You can start with Love, you can start with Understanding, you can start with Peace, you can choose to pick just one and always stick with that one. They are all One. One cannot exist without the other.”

A soft piano tune starts dancing its way out of the mountain in to the cold winter night.

“”Everyone heals in their own way”, remember?”, the voice whispers in everyones soul simultaneously.

The heart
always
wanders

From dusk
till dawn
till
dusk
till
dawn

Dark with
light
Light
with
dark

And everything
in
between

Keep
wandering

There is
no
such thing
as
lost

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 15th of December, Door 15

Photo: Pintrest

Earth and space

Space and storms

Cues and clues

and falls so hard it leaves no mercy of breath at all.

We fall and we climb and we fall and we climb. Feeling numb from pain and shock . Looking up, feeling in awe of the stars above and the strength in our legs.

Dread and heartache, hand in hand with awe and an explosion of love for self.

“Get up before dawn. Let the dawn choose you. Walk. Just walk and see what is. It works. It truly works.”

The whispers are not from outside of you, they come from inside. The one who knows lives there. Always has, always will.

“Move with your Hara. Hara holds the heart. Hara holds expansion. Hara holds holding itself. Try it out. Play with it. You might even walk with Hara at dawn.”

14:14

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi, inspired after a deep conversation with a very dear friend 15/12 2023

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Earth & Space, 7th of December, Door 7

Speak love in to being,
the starlings are back.
Rime and frozen windows,
magic is here to stay.

Wanting to do more than you can might be seen as virtue. It can also kill your spirit.
Not seeing what you are doing, while only seeing what you percieve to inherently lack, that is not what this thing you call life is about.

Speak love in to being. With every word you create. Don’t bash. Re-create.

See the wonder in her eyes. Let her love you, by loving her back in all the same ways she loves you. All of you. Also the impatient, wounded parts. She sees them, tilts her head, tries to understand them. It might be out of her world and being, but she does. She does understand them. And she loves you. All of you.

Speak love in to being.
The starlings are back.

Author : Starlight, Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi, Akasha, Elsa

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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

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Earth & Space , 3rd of December, Door 3

Time and Space. Space and Time. Location. Destination.

Magic.

Destination: Magic.
Location: Magic.
Time : Magic.
Space.

Many are the things that take no space, as space is.
Magic space.

All around you. Everywhere. You are inside magic space. Magic space fills you up. You are magic space.

In Honour of The Two of Us. Of the Three of Us. Of the Four of Us. Of the space of Us.
In Honour of The Space.

Fill it with what you need. With what you truly need. Nothing is too small. Nothing is too large.

Hear it. See it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it. Dance it. Sing it. Be it.
All the time and all ways. In the movement of space.

Snow!
Frozen space!

Magic spun in crystals. Fractals frozen in time. As time moves they move too. Melt. Re-form, re-shape, re-turn. Magic.

I choose magic.
I choose life.
I choose sparkle.
I choose space.



Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space , 1st of December, Door 1

“Everyone heals in their own way. How you heal is up to you. Up to you to find, to feel, to sense, to belong to. Yes, to belong to. There is nothing to figure out, it is all in the heart, in the Earth, held by the sky and Space. That which you belong to. That which is also your healing.”

She changed her seat. Got up. Twirled the thread between her fingers. Spun it around her hands.

“The gift of healing is the gift of seeing”, she continued. Her eyes were wide and warm. Her breath travelled far in the cold air filling the cottage.

“Magic is a choice. Seeing is choice. Living is a choice. What you choose is what you see. The more often you consciously choose, seeing itself chooses you. Just don’t ponder too much on that last part. Go out and choose!”

She swung her arms open towards the door, motioning me to get ready to leave.

“Remember, there is no horizon. Remember, the horizon is the horizon”

Author: Cecilia Götherström, Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Transmissions of Starlight / 7

 
 
The Starling crying out, 
singing, calling. 
A portrait of what is awakening, breaking. 
A call of the wild from deep within. 
Green moss embedded in the Earth. 
 
It was time to take a new name.  
 
She had been known as Wolf Woman, Fighter, Grand Symphony of Cacophony and many more names before. Now there was just presence. 
 
“I am a force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in one.” 
 
The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. 
 
The Trinity of the new era. 
The Trinity of Starlight. 
 
“I am a force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in one”, had landed in her lap, via Starlight, some months ago. What it meant had not dawned on her gently. It had done so abruptly. Several times. Multiple abruptness one might say, if that’s a term. 
 
The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. 
 
“It is needed now. It will be sorely needed in the months and years to come. Remember it like a storm within when the wrecking ball bashes outside. Stand in The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. In it. Not outside it. Not around it. In it.” 
 
The Northern Lights were swooshing, speaking, singing to her again. Amazing how they seemed to pick up where Reindeer had left off. 
 
Trinity picked her pen up. Closed the book. It was time to write the new story. With every breath. With every step. With every backlash anew. 
 
 
The Trinity of  Power, Presence and Stillness. 
 
Moon and Star. Star and Moon. 
 
Starlight. 
 
 
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022