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.
She called in the Angels. She called in Source Light. Realizing that you call in what already exists within you, that which if you don’t voice and sound it , the powers, the source, the light cannot act. They can only shine. And if you are blind to their light you cannot receive the reflection of that light in your heart. In your star.
The angels said “Let us hold you, let us bow over you, lift you from underneath, surround you, love you, hold you. All you need to do is ask. Ask and surrender.”
“I surrender”. She folded forwards in a bow, a prayer, like a feather flowing to the ground, lightly resting there. “No more fighting. No more. I am done. Done fighting. Done resisting. Done.”
“You are that which you Are”, the angels sang. “ A part of Source Light. Nothing else. The rest is just a coat. A coat of many colours.”
She saw a diamond. A diamond with all its facets. The light shone through. It touched the inside. The inside reflected back. The outside reflected the inside back.
“Where the light comes from is not important. When you feel encumbered by shadow, sit in that light,” the Northern Lights swooshed their song her way. Diamonds and crystals of white, green and purple faceting their way through the skies.
The angels widened their circles. Their light became one with the beaming sky in the darkness.
“Without darkness, no fluorescence. In this dark season all can be folded in, embraced, loved, let go of where needed. Life is one big inhale and exhale. Life is one big expansion and contraction. Its energy is light. Its outcome is light. The deeper the winter dark, the stronger the magic, the stronger the light.”
She exhaled. She sighed. Gave herself to the earth. Done.
A wet little nose against hers. A puppy tongue licking her face, sharp little teeth testing the boundaries on her nose. Love.
Moon and Star. Star and Moon.
The first language was song.
The first language was light.
Eclectic.
She shone in my shadow and I shone in hers.
Always.
Shadow and Light. Light and Shadow.
Moon and Star. Star and Moon.
Clouds swirling consciously around the unconscious brain. Tides resisting the glow.
The old, the dark, the grey. To be lifted forever.
It will be painful they said.
But what is pain?
It is what you feel when you don’t shine your light.
Star and Moon. Moon and Star.
The crescent uncovered. The sparkle looking down, connecting.
Clouds dancing.
Cold, yet not cold enough.
Wet, murky, rotten.
Waiting for the true embrace bywinter.
Will it come? Will it ever come again?
The magic of sparkle.
Of the here and now.
Of taking new direction while simultaneously being direction.
Moon and Star. Star and Moon.
Sharing the same sky, the same heavens. Being light. Being song. Being magic. Being direction. Being.
Being Star. Being Moon.
The first language is still song. The first language is still light.
Moon and Star. Stars and Moon.
Like pearls being born through filigree silver and Milky Way woven grandeur, like horses and unicorns swooshing through the green clouds of the Northern Lights with its purple shades dancing above the snow covered peaks and steppes, Moon and Star dance through the dark velvet seeing All and Every-thing.
Sometimes the shadows come out to make sure you remember.
Star and Moon. Moon and Star.
Always remember.
Always.
Live now.
The sun sets and rises.
The moon travels.
The Star adorns.
The Trinity.
Sun. Moon. Star.
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.
Sun. Moon. Star.
Sun is Star.
Star is Sun.
Moon is reflection.
Star and Moon. Moon and Star.
What will be will be.
What is, is.
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
Samantha was standing at the ridge of the space which lead in to what the Everything the wolf called Nothingness. He said it was a mirror of himself. That only through Nothing can you find Everything. That only Everything can be Nothing. And Nothing be Everything.
She held her golden dragon magic knitted Listeners gloves clad palms open to the sky. Listened through her palms to the Mountains of Stillness and Silence. To their song.
Vayu, her HeartKingdom Sameness SoulStar, stood next to her, his grey and white winter fur grown really thick. He was no wolf pup any more. He was a wolf teen.
“You said you would write songs if you really listened with all filters gone”, his wolfness spoke. “Off you go my dear, what magic spell would release your first song in to this void of Allness, Nothingness and Everythingness?”
She looked with loving eyes at the wolf. This bundle of joy, wisdom and power. She turned around. Marcus, Grey and Storulven joined her there at the ridge. Barry did the same.
There they were, two humans, three wolves, one polar bear, facing the void of the Dawn.
Flanked on both sides and behind by the entire pack. Everything placed a little step in front of the rest of them.
Josephiel took to the skies. Mama D waited. Said it was not her time to adorn the skies with her dragoness yet, that Josephiel was to float the first tune.
It sounded like a mix of happy violins, bagpipes, wolf howls and the singing of the Northern Lights. The wind whistled. The snow furled around them. In a dance.
Looking up Samantha saw The Great Bear. It seemed to nod at Barry, who let out a “top of the morning old pal”, as he nodded back to his star ancestor.
A single white feather danced through space, landed in front of Marcus.
Samantha inhaled.
“Feather white,
Feather bright,
Share with me,
Your Sacred Light”.
A light show began on the heavens. A dance of glitter, of colours, against the velvety sky mixed with the glow of the dawning sunlight. All intermingled, intermixed, intertwined.
A song never heard before came out of the two mountain tops, one granite with deep, soothing, grounding, homefeeling tunes. One moonstone with soft, enticing, heartlightning, sacredly wrapped jewelclad tunes. Together they mixed. Like Shiva and Shakti. Like Yin and Yang. Like Creator and Creation.
“Sssssssshhhhhhhhh……shhhhhhhhh……shhhhhhhhhh”
The sound of whispers in the void, in the skies, in the space surrounding them all.
“Listen. Listen well.” Vayu said. “The dreams are arriving. The dreams are speaking. Listen. Listen. Listen. All will be revealed.”
“How can all be revealed if we don´t have all seven instructions yet?” Marcus wondered.
“You do, my child”, Mama D took to the skies, filled it up with her gorgeous silverwhitegrey dragon energy. “You all do. You unlocked them on your way here. Storulven, shall we?”
The large white wolf stepped forward, placed himself in the center of all of them.
“My dear Lightwarriors. My dear strong pack. We are on our journey to find the eternal pieces. We are very close. We all need to take our personal responsibility for our path, and we all need to walk in connection with each other at the same time. The instructions on how to get there, as these dreams are arriving to embrace us, we may now practice from this day forward. All seven. Vayu?”
Vayu The Wind Whispering Wolf sang in to the Stillness, in to all their hearts;
“The Seven Sacred Secret Instructions are calling us, one after the other, here they are, like a string of pearls, like a string of bright shining Stars;
Concious Dawn.
Life inside Life.
Sacred Listening.
Choose that heart of yours.
Let your journey find you.
Find your Star where she resides.
Sacred Fierceness. “
The lightshow sacred geometry hologram in the sky had ended. A bright light shone. On large, bright
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