I have come to love another country, that which was not mine, is truly mine
I have come to lose what I love and love what I lost
You should never go back to what you left, people say
You should always move forwards
Are we not moving all the time though?
Backwards, forwards, upwards, downwards, sideways, diagonally, round and round, in a spiral we are trying to grasp, or not, called life? Is it not just to be lived?
It should not feel like punishment, a heartstring mother of all told me.
Sacred Fierceness, she is.
It does. This feels like punishment.
So leave, my love, leave. Touch down to bounce up.
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.
“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.”
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
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
“Stars shining right above you. Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”. Birds singing in the full of pine needles tree. Dream a little dream of me, humptidumptidumtidum…..”
Barry was singing his way ascending the last piece of the slope ending at the plateau between the two mountain peaks.
“Not sure those are the true lyrics”, Marcus commented. “Think it should be a sycamore tree”.
“Come on! You can’t expect a polar bear to have any clue about what a sycamore tree is!” Barry shook his large head at Marcus.
The wind picked up. It came out of nowhere. All of a sudden there was a huge whirlwind of feathers, large and small, silvery, white, grey, golden, being blown around in a ferocious dance.
Storulven and Grey signalled the whole pack to a halt.
“The Whispers don’t take the singing jokes lightly today”, Grey spoke. “Usually The Whispers have the greatest sense of humour as they are totally egoless. It is just that right now we are really in The Stillness and Silence territory and here singing has the greatest of magnanimous purposes”.
“What is he talking about?”, Marcus asked the wolf next to him. A gangly little red and white male called Everything.
“Dreams”, Everything replied. “You see we are all made of dreams, sung in to existence by The Whispers”.
Storulven continued;
“Vayu The Wind Whispering Wolf is waiting for us. He’s the keeper of Dreams. The everlasting pieces. His time is now. So is all of ours. Right now. We are here to sing all that Sacred Fierceness in to existence. First the dreams need to be dreamed. I believe Samantha and Josephiel begun the knitting of that some days ago. We all will put our own spice in the mix. Josephiel The Cloud Shrouding Dragon and Snow will filligraphically project them through the sacred geometry in the skies between the two peaks of Moonstone and Granite. Then The Whispers will speak. No clue what they will say. What they will sing. We will be the chorus. We will all Be.”
“Let’s get inside the woods before we are blown off the slope by all these feathers”, Grey turned his head to point in his wolfy way towards the thin line of pine trees between them and the open glen behind.
“Star Seeker, Star Seeker, find your Star, find your Light. Star Seeker, Star Seeker find your Light, find your Star.”
Was that the feather-filled wind singing Marcus wondered?
“Star Seeker, Star Seeker, feet on the Earth, Heart in The Heavens, Star Seeker, find your Star where she resides”.
There was something different about this morning star. Usually as the dawn turned in to morning the light of the morning star would fade in to the blueness of the new dawn. Today it didn’t. It grew brighter and stronger by every moment passing.
“Polaris”. Barry spoke.
“What?” Marcus asked. “I thought Polaris was in the skies with your ancestors and that morning star was always Venus?”
“Polaris, Star of The North, Venus, Dawn Light, The Star Which Leads The Way or simply Star. She is guiding us right now. And we shall follow, no matter what name we feel she has.”, Grey filled in.
“Wiseass Wolf!”, Barry laughed as he shot a pawful of snow towards the wolf.
“Posh Polar Bear!”, Grey ducked just a little too late.
The pack was ready to leave. It seemed everyone knew where they were heading or at least what was going on. Aside from Marcus.
“My dear human”, Grey looked his way. “Just listen with the sense you use when you write your music. It knows where we are heading. It knows what we sense. There is no difference between your senses and ours, believe that to be as true as we know it is.”
The bright star shone even more lucid in the sky now. It seemed to move and then stopped between two of the highest peaks in the mountain range northwards.
“All I can sense is something I can just translate as “the moonstones are calling” “, Marcus replied.
“What have I told you about that darn translating Marcus?”, Barry was getting slightly upset. “Every time you use that phrase you deny yourself the trueness of the moment. The chance of living Life inside Life then stays on the other side of that veil you just wrote in to the equation”.
“OK, OK, OK”, Marcus got his backpack mounted, staff now in hand.
They all got started up the path into the woods leading north. Marcus realized they were heading for the dragon caves in the Mountains of Stillness and Silence.
“How will we be able to find the last pieces of the symphony in The Mountains of Stillness and Silence?” he wondered to himself.
The huge white wolf, the upper guardian of the whole pack whom always took the lead, sent Marcus a picture of a diamond shaped hologram, pulsating all sacred geometry patterns ever created, then nudged at him to come closer.
Marcus walked his way as Storulven spoke “Everything possible and impossible is to be found in The Mountains of Stillness and Silence. Everything ever written, ever danced, ever woven, ever to be, is there. Only there. Through the Moonstone of Granite you can call on your Star as you enter in to your true name of Star Seeker. Step in to your Being with every step you take through these woods, up these mountains my dearest friend and Listen. The Moonstone will speak to us all through The Whispers. Now, walk with me Star Seeker and you shall see that we are not looking for any last pieces for your symphony, we are looking for the everlasting pieces”.
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