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Rest,
she said
The time
is now
is
here
Curl up
rest
release
stay
Silent
stay
free
stay
Release
Fear
can only last
where
stagnancy
lives
Stay
mobile
in silence
in rest
in peace
Curl up
unfurl
release
Forsake
the
musts
the
shoulds
the
havetos
Stay
stop
rest
Mobile
in
silence
Receive
magic
Receive
clearance
Receive
peace
Receive
Mahakash
Author : Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
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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
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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