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Earth & Space, 2nd of December , Door 2

Your paws are fully grown.
You are everything
and nothing
like your sisters
at all.

What seems to me
like a moment
on the road
to somewhere
is for you
an
eternity of ever newness
in one long moment
which never passes.

Her soulfulness and joyful presence always pushes right in to my being. I do not know how to not live with her. Where she ends and I begin has dissolved.

Maybe there was never a boundary in the first place.

That little fierce puppiness which shook me awake, took hold of not just socks and toilet paper rolls but of lives, of relationships, of the senses where the inner beings meet. That.

“When you focus on separateness, that is what you get”, she says with all her being. “When you listen to the play of movement, that is what you live with”.

“The agenda might be full, but the heart cup is being filled through other means. When you put that one on top of the list watch what happens. Listen inwards. Then observe.”

The guidance from within seems to overflow as we are entering this time of guided light. Enveloped by the dark wintery skies, displaying its dance of Aurora Borealis more and more often, the Star in the Heart sparkling ever brighter, as the milky way pathway lights up, Orion, Ursa Major and many more pulsate with their brightness. This is how we enter in to the arms of the one Mother, the one Father, being held.


December.

December paws. Touching snow. Touching a promise.

Touch.

Touching the infinite being.

Through the heart.

“How do you touch through the heart?”, I hear a giggling whisper. “That is the practice. That is the exploration”.

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 / 19

Sirius. A binary star system.

Why had she put that down on a blue post-it?

Because Sirius had been calling her since just before The Gentle One left. Since The North Star left even. Sirius. The Dog Star. Just before The Star In The Heart arrived it had called even louder.

A Trinity of Stars.

Sirius, a binary star system. Binary meaning “a whole composed of two”, according to the dictionary. Two stars orbiting around each other, bound by the same gravitational pull. Like the dance of infinity. Two huge lights merging. Surrounded by what is often mistaken as a rift, as darkness. When it actually is vast space, pure beingness, potentiality, flow, growth, fertility.

A Trinity of Stars.

“Look up and look out at Sirius. See yourself as if you are observing from there. Let North Star and South Star meet. Take the chance. Take every chance. Every change as a chance. It’s that turning of the diamond reflection a few degrees. Say “Today I choose a different course, a slight adjustment of navigation. Because I want to see where it takes me. Where the horizon meets the sea of space in the heart. Where resistance  meets walls. And then I can change again. A small adjustment. Navigating from The Star in The Heart. On the course this circle of light, oneness and infinity is taking.” ”

Sirius.

Polstjärnan.

The Star in The Heart.

Trinity looked south. She knew for the first time that she did not have to choose north or south. All she needed to do was choose The Star in The Heart.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 18

We went into the woods to be baptized by the trees. Over and over again. Bowing under ash, dancing under cedar, reaching for oak, hiding under willow, laughing with pine, sitting under beech, healing through birch, cocooning under elm. Every breath a baptism.

Do you remember how the trees actually found us? You wanted to head for the ocean and I pulled you towards the trees. Do you remember biking under them to get to the open fields? I sang to make you stop and sense them there right underneath their canopy.

Do you remember how their leaves turned yellow, bright, red, golden, orange ? Like they showed us the multidimensionality of every single essence which grows. The sides which turn in the wind and look different from every direction.

Do you remember them bearing fruit? And how every new entry to ,and every exit out of , the woods had its ritual of me devouring at least one of those fruits?

Do you remember that there is actually not a lot to remember aside from that we were, we are, together? That it was how our journey together started? And it will never end. As it is a journey on a thread of many journeys. Might feel like it has a beginning and an end, yet all it has is a continuity. A continuity of that which holds it. Life. Light. Power. The Force.

Do you remember driving through all the trees to find me? To pick me up? How it felt like home once you entered the pine forests? How you loved the birches, ashes, oaks et al and that love turned to passion and homecoming when the pines started lining the road?

That is the continuity I want you to follow. 

The continuity of the continuity of space, passion, life. You. Trinity. Power, Stillness and Presence. Smack right in the continuity of Space, Passion and Life.

If that ain’t an instruction for the New Chapter, I don’t know what is. And I, I know everything. I am Starlight.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 16, 17

“The space between space is who you are, is where you are. Right there, in the space of the space between space. Feel it! Can you sense it? Can you hear it? Can you step in to it?”

The voice was like a hymn being carried through the glistening landscape of ice and sunshine.

Of course she could feel it! But how do you step in to something which is already there? Something which has always been there? Something which will always be there?

“It’s a just a matter of disconnect and reconnect”, the voice seemed arrive through the candles in the window.

She moved closer to the house at the end of the road. The dancing flames of the 14 armed chandeliers seemed to be the source of this knowing voice.

Who lives here? Whose house is it?

She had walked past many times in fall when she was out foraging for mushrooms and the last berries of the season, but never had she noticed this cottage. Grey logs stacked on top of each other in the most exquisite way, red painted window frames, fir-smelling smoke coming out of the chimney dancing in the same rhythm as the candles in the window. A gleaming sled leaning against the porch.

As she passed the mailbox she noticed a little sign just underneath the lid. What name was on there? Trinity leaned in to read.

“The Blue Wizard”

The Blue Wizard? Was that a company name? Or some sort of artist name?

The front door blew open the same nanosecond she finished her train of thought, or train of questions. A Gandalf like figure stood in the opening, royal blue robes, long grey and white braided beard, embroidered hat on his head. He smiled and waved at her.

“What took you so long Trinity?”

How could he know her? And how could he possibly know her newly acquired name?

“This is not the time of playing small my dear Trinity”, Wizard chuckled as he greeted her. “It is the time to relax and be yourself”.

Wasn’t that an oxymoron?

“Absolutely not”, the Wizard replied as if she had spoken her thoughts out loud. “This is the secret instruction for everything in these times, this very time of the year, this very year. It is not the time to be playing small. It is the time to relax and be yourself. Just let that sink in for a while over some pine tea and saffron nut bread with us here in the stables behind the house.”

Stables?

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 13,14, 15

13 candles. 14 winds. 15 heartbeats.

A small candle is still a candle.

Trinity stood knee-deep in the freshly fallen snow underneath the winter sky. Her journey south had come to a halt three days earlier. It had taken her some time, quite some exhaustion and elaborate thinking until she had realized that this is it. Presence. If you cannot physically go, you stay.

13 candles encircled her, 14 winds started dancing around her, the drums were beating to the rhythm of 15 heartbeats.

“You cannot be who you are not. You cannot sing someone else’s song. It’s too expensive. You do pay for it. In soul-sparkles. And your soul-sparkles are low. You are in dire need of some repair and re-fill. You are in dire need of Star-light.”

Trinity looked up. This sky was a little different from the one she had looked up at only moments before.

“Where you are now is your ground zero. Where it all begins. Just let it begin”, the grandmotherly voice kept sharing.

“Don’t look for home. Your home is with me. I am Starlight. I am. 13 candles will light the way. 14 winds will speak your name. 15 heartbeats is the only distance from here to Love, from here to Sparkle, from here to Power, Stillness and Presence. 13, 14, 15 is your code to the next key-lock my dear. Welcome. Welcome.”

A strange kind  of peace rolled over her. It was time to take centre stage in her own life, in her own story. 

The Northern Lights swooshed above. Confirmed.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissons of Starlight / 12

Monday.
12-12-22.

Let me sing you
the song
of 
Mondays

of new beginnings,
of moon,
of new,
and beginnings

I mean,
have there ever been
old beginnings?

Just saying…

You see,
for something
to begin
something 
else
must end

Yet

it’s all actually
one
long thread of 
now’s.

It’s all in how
you
see
it

Division?
or
Connection?

both in the
same
coin

Before
ends
Now
begins

yet

all is
Now

Every day,
every moment
has
its own
energy

Notice it,
you only can
when 
you hear
the
Now

Do you hear it?

Now
Now
Now

No dreaming,
just being

No pining,
just soaking

Now
Now
Now

All there is

Now

Starlight

Now

Let me sing to you
the song of
Mondays

Your beginnings
your endings
your now’s

Your Star-light.

This.
Is.
It.

Presence,
Power,
Stillness

Starlight.

This.





Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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Transmissions of Starlight / 11

“This is the tale of Moon and Star. This is the season of no stone left unturned. This is the time of your ripe uncovering”.

Starlight speaks.

“You are thinking too much. “This is the tale of Moon and Star”. This is what we are living right now. Moon and Star. Star and Moon.

The surroundings might feel the same, but they are not. They never are.

Rather than reflecting what you don’t want, what you don’t want to see, what is missing, just turn the crystal diamond shape a few degrees. Watch it reflect what you want, what you do want to see with your inner heart’s eyes glistening back all the abundance truly surrounding you.

Express the abundance. Acknowledge it. Let it know that  you see it; Thank you house, thank you floor, thank you shoes, thank you windows, thank you health, thank you richness of heart, thank you richness of being, thank you for all possibilities out there, thank you!”

““This is the season of no stone left unturned”. Be curious. Look under every stone. Invite the dragons in to move the stones with you. Discover the moss, the rest, the holding, the fertile darkness where you can. Diligently and intentionally plant all the seeds you want. Give them a chance! Speak them in to being. Wide eyes my child, wide eyes.”

“”This is the time of your ripe uncovering”. The time is ripe for the true uncovering. You know the power of words. You know the movement,  the energy body, the dance of magic spheres, the treasure chest on the inside. Now you speak it. Now you live it. Now. This is the time.”

22,2 degrees south.

““The 22nd parallel South is a circle of latitude crossing the Atlantic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, Australasia, and South America”, Wikipedia says .  It is thus a circle woven by ancient, indigenous and tribal knowledge, creatures of the deep oceans and endless skies, rainforests, deserts, coast, plains, mountains, jungles, forests, beaches. All which symbolizes freedom of the heart for you. Under a slightly different sky then your North Star sky. Yet it does have Starlight. Sirius.”

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 10 

Amethyst and wizards tones. A little bit more of the link to the moon and the scent of tender winter eve. A piece of mesmerized rock crystal. Along with a sprinkle of Starlight.

OK, that’s it, that should be all she needed.

Trinity was packing. 

A bundle for the journey ahead. 

The bell rang. Who is it this time of the morning? What could they possibly want? The last thing she needed was some nosy neighbour or uninvited family member interfering with her peace. A peace she had not felt for a long, long time. A peace she thought had left for good.

There the bell rang again. Or did it really ring? It was more like the sound of a distant gong. She went to the front door, opened it up gently, peaked outside. No sun yet, just a starry sky, a waning moon at the horizon and a still quiet.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh….. the sound of something dragging in the snow.

Her infinity bracelet dropped off her wrist, fell deep into the snow. She bent down to pick it up and as she looked up a white rabbit was sitting in the opening  where the gate had once been. It looked her right in the eyes, swooshed towards her, touched its nose to hers, turned around and swooshed off in to the distance.

Trinity stood up. What had just happened? 

Her hands were freezing cold after digging for the bracelet in the snow, she needed to get in and warm them up. As she passed the mirror in the hallway she noticed that the tip of her nose seemed covered in silver sparkles. She stopped. Went back to take a closer look and realized her eyelashes and the top of her ears were covered in the same silver dust. As she touched the tip of her nose, the top of her ears and blinked she couldn’t feel anything different, no material or substance other than nose, eyelashes and ears. Yet the silver sparkle dust was there.

She had to get going. Her schedule was very clear. The Night Owl had told her to leave at exactly 06:06 , heading 22,2 degrees south. She had 2 more minutes to go.

Compass in hand, she locked the door behind her. Was this the last time?

The direction given seemed to followed the swooshsteps of the hare.

“Out there, out there! Get out there!”, a white feathered owl hohooed above her head as she headed through the opening of the gate that once was.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 9

 Golden feathers, grey and warm. Dust falling off old souls and ashbins.

She, The One Queen from the other side of the veil. The brown-eyed, sacred fierce one, white and grey. She massed about the keys, the LightSisters, the Sacred Fierceness.

Could it be that the LightSisters are the keys? That Sacred Fierceness is the embodiment?

Trinity noticed the candle burning faster than time could possibly be moving, while the snow fell backwards outside.

“It’s all just perspectives, experiences. You decide what importance, what priority, what charge you dedicate to these. That is free will my dear. The one popes and men in hats tried to shove down our throats embedded in damp and stinky old parchments instead of letting us sing it out loudly”, The Gentle One with the Burning Heart spoke through the veil.

The two sisters sat there together. Watching Trinity.

In an instant Trinity realized she was not to walk in their footsteps. She was to allow their essence, knowing, wit, power, peace, bravery, love, fierceness, wholeness, gentleness, kindness, holiness, passion and full presence to walk in her every footstep. Creating her own footsteps.

“In those keys you also find all your knowing. We embodied them and now we lead you in turning the very same keys. Opening and closing. Closing and opening. Being aware of what is opening and closing, closing and opening. Consciously choosing what to open and what to close comes next, by its own accord. You can’t be conscious about being conscious before you are conscious about being conscious so to say”, The Gentle One smiled in that way only someone with a true GrandMother heart could.

“We have not gone anywhere. We are here. Right here. Nowhere else. Here. Always. Call on us, sing our names, dance our being. Those are the moves which make the strings on the lyre of life, a.k.a magic, resonate. Resonate and create. No more vibration as a reaction, so called backwater reaction resonance. Let your creation have a harmonious backwater resonance. Be you.”

“Moon and Star. Star and Moon. Moonlight. Dreams and dances. That is why I am here. That is why I keep nipping at your hands. I want them to weave, play, knit and orchestrate. Orchestrate Harmony”, The Young One looked at Trinity with the eyes of ancient wit.

Starlight.


Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022