Stillness and chaos, Moonlight and night wishes Sunrise shrewd in clouds and mist
Fire and Ice,
Dreams and the beyond Forged in steel, bound by flowers, like a star in the wind
Where is the dream? What is real?
Nothing is a dream. Nothing is real. It is all just perspectives. And perspectives can be turned, changed, tuned.
Whether we are awake during the day, sleeping and dreaming during the night, or the other way around nobody really knows.
How would you prove it?
When you are busy wanting to prove something you miss all the cues, all the goings on, all the “living” in the periphery of your space of focus so how can you know ?
What would happen if you invited yourself to stay open, to stay really, really curious to all of the above or maybe even something entirely different being what specifies “real”? Who knows? I mean, who really knows, really?
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
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