lucia

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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, 13th of December, Door 13

Photo: Pintrest

On the darkest day
of the darkest month
the light of the
new moon
reaches out from inside

Lucia is here
to light
to lead
us through

the coming
twenty-four
nights
of transformation

Alba and Rosie had reached the High Glen. From up there it was dark, dark, dark . 
Below in the valley there was movement. Small lights as the forest elves danced their way through the icy fog. Candles being lit in the houses as people woke up to the scent of freshly baked saffronebuns. A gentle breeze of harmonic hymns travelled through the air. The mountain elves were journeying down the mountain in large numbers, looking like a huge glowworm swirling its way descending through the snowy fields. Nissemor and her little ones were cracking hazelnuts and walnuts in front of the barn next to the church. You could hear the sound echoing through the slow dawn.

The largest silver and gold dragon ever seen from this Glen approached from the direction of the morning star.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinayzi

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Elsa’s Song, Dec 13th 2021

Deep, deep breaths of fulfilled snow loving beings are moving across the floor space. Sleeping, snoozing, resting beings.

“There is a time for rest. There is a time for work. There is a time for play.” The words adorning the embroidered tapestry on the wall above the kitchen couch.

Nejla always felt so much more at home sitting on the ground. There she was, with the cauldron sitting on the floor in front of her. The sleeping four leggeds in a snoring circle surrounding them both.

Out there the sun had set already. It had barely touched the treetops of the high pines today. A few more days and it would be the darkest of the darkest days. Here up north though the dark was just the most magic time of them all. The black velvet serving as presentation platter for the glittering stardust of The Milky Way , of the dancing Aurora Borealis, of the glistening white snow reflecting sacred geometry codes back through the soul portals of every being .

Today was the thirteenth day of the twelfth month. The day of the Fairy Saint, The Queen of Light. This thirteenth day of the twelfth month felt different though. The energy was unlike any other year she could recall. A tangible dimensional shift. A reminder to put your spiritual practice and connection at the forefront of your priorities as the one thing left unbroken, uncompromised.

“Wings of change,” what seemed like the atmosphere spoke through the cauldron. “Winds of change”.

As the words sunk in,  a realization dawned on Nejla .

“We are so busy connecting in to, or copying, what once was that we forget to notice what is. What is here and now. The ceremonies and rituals are to connect in to the energy, not to times gone by as time is not linear. Through these ceremonies and rituals, we connect now, past and present in a holographic ever-present thread. The boundaries are broken. The veils are shattered. We look across and we see ourselves. In what we call past, present and future. But it is the energies that speak. Frequencies.”

“A-ho, my dear”, Storulven spoke. “Now, go sit. Journey. The door is open. The birds are aware. Go sit for 30 minutes, follow the red thread.”

Cecilia Götherström, December 13th 2021.