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.
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.
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.”
Nejla sat with her hands wrapped around a fresh cinnamon scented oat milk cappuccino, in what felt like another dimension.
The Crew – her band name for Tuva, Kriya and Starlight – lay sprawled out and curled up between the crackling open fire place and the front door.
The blizzard had quietened down. Now there were just grey, plump clouds dropping snowflakes in a dancing slow motion.
Ricky sat at the sturdy wooden table across from Nejla. How she and The Crew had ended up this close to Pinehome with the train was beyond her comprehension.
One moment they had been engulfed by the blizzard. Which was not a bad thing. There were few things she loved more than the cold wind and snow touching her cheeks.
“Embrace! Embrace! Embrace! Align!” had travelled through her mind. As she said the spell out loud she had felt very powerful from within.
Seconds later , the sound of someone whistleing, followed by The Crew howling in reply. A black labrador appeared as the sun broke through the storm making the snow flurry dissipate.
“Dio!”, Nejla could not believe her eyes. “Dio! Where is Ricky?”
“Here!”, Ricky’s voice reached her before she could even see him approaching on skis. “Welcome to Buffalo Land!” He almost fell forwards as he swung his arms up to greet her with a hug which made the skis move backwards. “Soulsister, soulsister. So good to see you.”
“So, what really brought you here this time, sister dear?” Ricky reached for the sugar. He liked his coffee sweet to the point of it being sugar with a bit of coffee.
“The Adventurer. Storulven. Spells.” Nejla shrugged her shoulders. “Not entirely sure, but it’s definitely something to do with those three. And maybe more. I felt, and feel, instructed to take one step at a time, not envisioning anything behind those steps, just listening. I know this was big one. I had some sort of inner knowing telling me I had to go north, in the direction of White Buffalo Land. So, here we are.”
“Here we are”, Ricky echoed. “Listening to the light.”
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