What matters matter
to you,
StarBeing
What matters matter
to you
my dear
my love
my one and only
living
loving
soul
Do not accept
any hurt
any more
Do not accept
What matters matter
StarBeing
To your soul,
to your light,
to your love,
joy
and
connection
Go back,
Go forwards,
act, live,
sparkle,
receive
Don’t let that
darkness
wedge
any
deeper
in to
any-thing or
any-where
What matters matter
StarBeing.
Go grab it.
Now.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
A fivepointed Star,
petals of a lotus,
one thousand
silver slivers of
thread and
woven
wounds unpluggged
Nine gates
to silence
Seven gifts
drowned in magic
Where The Sacred comes from
is where we go
and where we
return
Where we are torn
and
ripped,
healed
and
whole
All in one,
one in all
No universe without
magic
Mo magic without
universe
Where The Sacred comes from
we all rest in
not peace
but a still, sacred
genuinely
powerful
Force
of
Sacred Fierceness
Where The Sacred comes from
is where
every breath
begins
and where
every breath
ends
Anything else
in between
is just
non-sense.
The Sacred
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
Tokens of a time
that is how she embraces existence.
No one thing, no memory
of time and days
gone by
attached
to
any
one thing
but to harmonies
strung together
like tokes of
a time.
When
we
actually bounce
on
time
through all planes
of
shields we have
been taught
to
put up
like tokens of a time.
Not real,
not there,
when we really
look
with the heart.
Embrace, my child,
embrace.
Just try it
out,
see how it feels,
embrace,
be curious,
leave no trace,
just a harmony
on the scale
of
your soul,
watch it play,
watch its wake
spread out,
widen,
flourish,
take its own route
before
dissipating in to
its own oceanness.
Tokens of a time,
pawprints,
roses,
wind,
fire,
sand
always changing,
not existing,
let it loose,
let it go,
release,
free,
move on,
breathe.
StarBeing,
breathe.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
Photo: Pintrest
“I am an Architect of Magic”.
Saga sits down, places her pen next to her well worn notebook, looks out the window. The breeze is picking up, a gentle snowfall is on its way. You can tell by the slight greying of the sky, by the way the birds are dancing through the air towards the bird feeder, even by the sound of the wind through the kitchen fan.
Why had she not thought about that before? “I am an Architect of Magic”.
“Because through thinking you would never have arrived there. In that space of insight of who you are, of what you are here to share with the world my dear.”
The large, white wolf settles down next to her. The way they share space has always been like something out of this world. From day one.
“ I am an Architect of Magic”, Saga says it out loud again.
“Do you remember that stanza which came to you last year? The one which also begins with “I am”?”
Who is that outside the door? Who is speaking? Saga gets up, walks towards the front door, sensing there is more to who is there than she can imagine. Before her hand touches the door handle she remembers. The strophe rushes in through consciousness like a leaf in the gust.
“I am a Force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in One!” she yells out as she opens the door.
Alba and Rosie! The two girls laugh, hug and cry at the same time. Rosie runs indoors, howls and performs the regular greeting dances, of course including the “hello I love you awesome to see you let me bite your fur and tug at your neck and throw you to the ground as you throw me to the ground good to see you or did I say that already ” wrestling game with AshWhite.
A few moments later the wolves and humans are gathered in a huge pile on the floor in front of the fireplace, where the open fire for this Midwinter Equinox has been crackling since the early MorningStar hours already. The wind picks up. Large, thick, soft snowflakes are being spun and swirled around in a dance even more intricate than the one the golden sky dragons performed a few days ago. Moonstones and pinecones are laid down on the altar. The four souls are singing together.
I am an Architect
of Magic
Fire and
Ice
I
am
Born of
Earth
and
Space
Wild Moon
Child
I
am
I am
a
Force
of
Nature
I am Power
and
Stillness
in
One
I am an Architect
of
Magic
Sacred
Fierceness
the
staff
Pinecones
and Moonstones
the
source
of
Space and
Earth
of
Earth and
Space
of
The Promise of
Meru´s Wisdom
I am an Architect
of
Magic
All that I
am
is
Here
Now
Three words drift through space. Whispered.
Mahakash. Mahakash. Mahakash.
Seven times.
Mahakash
the magic spell
I am an Architect of Magic.
I am.
Mahakash.
Let the Light die to be born anew. Makakash.
Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
Photo: Pintrest
I welcome you,
I embrace you
How else
can I
be embraced
by you
Darkness
of winter
warmth
from within
Star studded
skies
shining
the light
The Star in
my
heart
to the
stars
above
below
around
within
without
Earth Star
chakra
carry
me home
At home you already are, my child. Connected to Earth, aligned in Space.
Stellar Gateway
shine
the light
Bright
my home
Connected to Cosmos, you live within. Stars and galaxies, nebulae and comets. Endless is creation. Endless you are.
Space and Earth
Earth and Space
mere words
for
what
you are
we are
my Star
our Stars
us
Mahakash, Mahakash, Mahakash
Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
Photo: Pintrest, thefunpost.com
First Quarter Moon. Action. Light a candle. Settle in to the right position. So many steps to take before beginning. Before start.
Procrastination. Not during this moon phase. Totally impossible.
If there is one thing to leave behind on the other side of this moon it is procrastination.
“Stay close. Lean in, and you will always know what the next step is. And that is all you need to know. The next step”.
“Wish for snowflakes and listen to the cue. Just go with it. No matter how “out there” it might sound to you. And do you know what? “Out there” is actually really good. Out of that comfort zone, which by the way is not really comfortable at all, it is basically numb, feeling-less, unfulfilled, given in-ness space. Not the space where you want to live, be, act, love, learn and unlearn my dear”.
Alba found herself chuckling before Rosie could this time. How much wisdom and wit – is that witdom? – could she possibly handle in this short amount of time? The wolf kept delivering bout after bout of these every time they had settled in to something close to mind rest. How fast could you actually shift before totally losing track of yourself?, Alba wondered.
“Nothing to keep track of my dear, and no your-self either”, Rosie won this chuckle set. “Remember? Stay in the movement !”.
“Action is basically accelerated movement. Which is why it is pretty effortless to take action once you are in tune with the eternal movement of everything, as well as the eternal non movement underneath that. In essence “you” are being moved while the deeper “You” stays where “it” is. In the all and everything. In the Great AllEncompassing Space.”
“That Space is here on Earth, experiencing itself through all the facets of the diamond. So it is actually not Earth & Space, it is EarthSpace. Or SpaceEarth.”
“How about this as a game for the coming week – look at everything you experience, every thing, be it through your senses, your thoughts, in your dreams, wherever and whatever and try to define whether it exist in and of itself or always in relation to something or someone else. What a fun game during these dark winter nights eh?”. Another loud chuckle.
“And don’t let me get started on what “existence” is! Now Rosie almost fell over from chuckling. “You shall discover something entirely different about that too before the end of this. And by the way, there is no such thing as an end but now I am leaving you to it. Or me out of it.” The chuckling was now so loud it transformed in to a howl.
There she was. EveningStar. Polaris. Travelling towards MorningStar. Movement in Stillness. Star. Maakash.
Author: Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi
Photo: Pintrest
Three are the days
three are the elves
Gold is the colour
silver the thread
Raindeers
eleven
Granite
the wisdom
The trees seem to fall down. Yet they are not. They are buried in deep, deep snow. Dragons dance above like garlands of stars.
It is seven days since they left the Glen, ahead of the morning star.
Up and up and up they went. Through dim top valleys, raging ravines and chest high mountain birch brushes. Over the tops of the Three Wishes. Down the Dark Valley of Hidden Wisdom. Back up the Mountain of Doom.
After the last bend they had all expected to see something entirely different than what was born in front of their eyes up there on the Diamond Step. As they turned that last bend they found themselves where they had only heard about in legends. Right at the “eye” of the Ursa Major . Alioth and Merak pointing the way to the path to Polaris.
“Polaris”, Rosie sighed. “Home”
Alba could feel the word ringing in her heart, in some strong, strange type of harmony. What was that? How could a star so far away yet so close by feel like home? How could this desolate place where their feet were placed feel like home?
“Because it is not desolate my dear Alba”, Rosie said. “Look at all the magic. Look up!”
Magic spun
through the wisdom
of choice
of voice
of being
Gold
Silver
and
Granite
Take what is
yours
Leave
the rest
behind
The song of the elves, the dragons and reindeer versifying the scenery of snow, trees and stars. Are they creating it as they are singing? At least it feels like that to Alba.
“They are their own creation, all around them is their own creation, they are all what we – or you humans – are learning that you are dear Alba”, Rosie chuckled. “To take responsibility of and now truly be your own creation. That is why Polaris, these mountains, the wilderness feels like home. Because that is what you are and hence you create it and it creates you and so on, love creates what it loves – and hates creates what it hates, which is the other side of the medal in the field of duality – , love recognises it or actually recognises itself and more is created. This is your dream. Where you live and I live, in consciousness in this moment. That is why we are here together. Right here, right now. Let’s get to know more about our fellow beings here in this place!”
Soft, gentle bells swirling through the air. Snowflakes embracing the air.
Snowflakes.
Author : Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
Photo: Pintrest
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
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
Photo: Pintrest/Samsung
“So many cues, yet it seems you don’t know how to start. Pretty silly actually as how you start is not important. Nothing could matter less. The only thing that matters is that you start”, she says in her matter of fact way, Do-ris the deer
“It is important to experience joy”, the radio speaks in between.
“And now you jump in to fear and pressure, realizing that no, you probably have not allowed yourself to experience joy the past months, you have filled it all up with the so called important things and joy was not on that list. The only thing you feel now is that you are not even living up to allowing yourself to feel joy. Down in the basement the elevator goes. Oh, was it already in the basement? Hmmmmm…. can it maybe move sideways down there? Bog itself deeper in the mud of pressure and anxiety? No? Not possible? Well, that’s at least awesome!”
Up head the ravens and crows are having their usual dusk discussions. Who is sitting where, in what tree, why, why not, goodnight and all that.
Do-ris is looking out at me from across the snow filled glen.
“Let your wings unfold, shake them, let them drop around you like a cape filled with the warm holding of all the angelic light beings surrounding you. The entire choir of Sacred Fierceness. It is time to see that only darkness can hold the light, the stars in the sky. And the closer to the light, the lighter the darkness. The darker the darkness, the more intense the light.”
I stand up, reach my arms out and up, swirl, turn, bow.
“Angel wings of open fire. Fill me with my heart’s desire. Numbness leaves this heart of mine. Song of Joy, thy will be done.”
Snowflakes.
Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
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