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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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There’s something about reindeers. Something about mountain goats. There’s something about the star in the sky. Something about The Milky Way. There’s something about light studded on a velvety clear sky. Something about mist and steam and ice and water. There’s something about waking up. Something about magic. There’s something about rest. Someting about taking stock. About making space. About clearing. About giving. About receiving.
Giving and Receiving is the same action, she told me last year. The Law of Reciprocity is something entirely different. Obligation versus living. What would you choose?
“Giving and Receiving is living under The Law of Abundance”, she brings across from the other side.
Abundance as a Law? Now, that’s a new concept all together.
“The sky, the reindeers, Orion, North Star, the mountain goats, the mist and steam and ice and water. Waking up in the morning. Rest and taking stock. Space. That is all Abundance right there. Living under The Law of Abundance simply means recoginizing that. Recognizing that everything you connect with is there. Right there. In the abundance of life. You can see it, hear it, feel it, taste it, smell it, even imagine it. That.”
Like the snowy white water dragon she puffs through the veils. She is there, with Space. She is here, in these keys on the keyboard. She’s in the voice thinking, typing, singing. She is.
Water Dragon, Space Dragon, Winter Dragon.
How did the wolves get celestial this year?
“Because of magic, my child. Because the energy of the world is held by dragons this time year this season. Because the wolves are you. Protected and enlightened by the dragons. What that means in practice is to come. Just be open these coming forthnights. Be aware and be open.”
Author: Elsa, Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
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.
Candlelight, chestnuts and pinecones
Christmastree,
it is just you and me
Comfort, life, breath
Pineneedles, light, sacredness
I stop,
I forget
in a way which makes me re-member
you came from a slope,
which was once me,
specks of atoms, of dust
you grew out of snow
I was
yesterday,
today,
tomorrow,
now
It all just is.
We all just are.
Christmastree,
you and me
are just dreams of traditions,
of what is and what is to come
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
You in my livingroom,
I in your forest.
It all blends,
in this moment
tomorrow
now
then
there
when
who cares?
Let us sing,
let us be the charol.
Have you not always dreamed,
like me,
to be carried out on a chord,
to slide down a tune
echoing in to the wilderness
with nothing to stop you
sounding
Who cares?
What cares?
Let us sing with the stars,
soak the light in to our hearts
Like the candles on your branches,
let us shine through the night
Midvinterblot,
I hail thee
My roots are deeper than the mountain
My home is stronger than my heart
My soul echoes through eons
Take my hand,
carry me away
While remaining here,
watching,
re-membering
taking in your light
Oh Christmastree, oh Christmastree
of Odins heart so strong
Hel.
Whole.
Hel.
Helig.
Holy
Oh , holy night.
Åh, helga natt.
Home.
– Cecilia Götherström, Dec 10th 2018
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