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StarBeing, ten, listen

In the privacy of  your own heart,
can you rest there?

Can you listen?

In the privacy of your own heart.

Who is the one
beating the drum,
dancing the rhythm,
weaving the song?

What is its sound ?
How does it feel ?
What is spoken ?
What is revealed ?
What is held as true ?

In the privacy of your own heart.

My dear soul,
it felt so dark I could not hold
a light
high enough
to see within
the privacy of my own heart

Now

the walls are tumbling,
the ground is shaking,
the heavens are bursting
and
behind the walls there is gold,
under the ground, clay
of new earth,
in the heavens the green
colour
of spring,
dawn,
heart
of the seasons of
all seasons

The season of return,
in the privacy of my own heart.

There is an anchor,
only the rope seems
too long
to allow the boat
to settle

in the privacy of my own heart.

In the privacy of your own heart
my dear,
is you.
You. StarBeing.
You.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, nine, because

Star’s wisdom
is wider than anything
I have ever
Known

In her playfulness lies a gentleness
wrapped as a totally crazy
devotion
to nudging,
watching,
challenging
disobedience

Star’s wisdom says
break all the rules
that are not of the heart,
which do not make you fly

Keep companionship close,
too close for comfort,
unless
it is neediness
disguised
as companionship
-	from your side too,
my dear
from your side too

Star’s wisdom says
look in the mirror,
just don’t
drown in it.

Do it differently 
tomorrow
Because 
tomorrow
is
different

Go back to school,
walk backwards,
sing a song,
write a new story,
a new life,
a new way of 
living,
being,
loving
and moving 
in and out
of the world,
anything

Because you can


Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, eight, where the sacred comes from

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 

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StarBeing, seven, embrace

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 

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StarBeing, six, show yourself

This inauthenticity
is killing
me

This song
called life
cannot,
should not,
be lived through
the eyes
of others.

You!
Yes, you!
Right over there!
Step out!
Show yourself!
Fully!

The cries of our
souls
unheard
behind
the season’s newest
boots, jackets, headwear
and radiance copying
botox 
plump

It is not global warming
It is not war
It is not junkfood
It is not radiation
It is not AI
that are rendering us
extinct


It is the
slavery to
inauthenticity
which 
has lead us
to 
what we name
dangers
and
catastrophy

See yourself in 
all your
uniqueness
See the bridge
that ties
your authenticity
to the
authenticity
of
everyone
else

Peoples
Land
Mountains
Trees
Lakes
Rivers
Oceans

Everything that
grows and
decays
and grows
and decays.

The winged ones
The finned ones
The fourleggeds
The creepy crawlies

The stars
The galaxies
The planets
This
Us
Now
Life. Alive.
Real.
Authentic.
Being.

Who do I want to be right now?
What is my being reflecting?
How can I align those two
right now
just a little
more?

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, five, nudge

She nudges  the door
open, 
soaked balcony
overlooking 
the rainy ocean, 

taking me back to
another rain
where we found
our power,
a gentle force
in the woods
of
Otterloo
in
twentytwentythree;



There is something about
rain
gently falling
on
freshly sprung
leaves
at dusk

There is something about
paws
moving through
puddled mud
at night
when owls cry
and stars sing

There is something about
the softness
of a tender puppy bite
nudging
at
curiosity
and play
as the shadows drown
what was
the day  gone by

There is something about
living
that we seem to miss
when 
we are
not here.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 & May 2023

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StarBeing, three, worthiness

She grieves,
it hurts

She panics,
it freezes

She chokes,
it feels real

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

Emptiness.
Pain.
Rejection.

She grieves

Even the vaccuum cleaner
feels
like a life lost,
a space lost

where 
friends
held her soul when all
she could do was 
break, fear
and break even more

Here.
Nothing.
Not welcome.
Never missed.

Why did she come back?

Where does worthiness live?

Inside, my child
Inside your own heart
Inside your own being

That is what will carry you home.

Worthiness.
Love.
Life.





Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
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StarBeing, two


There is gold behind the clouds
setting
While she tries
to heal
all seasons of hurt

There is magic in the grass
Crystals of whispers
from a kingdom 
deep within
of freedom
of knowing
of depth
of acceptance
of love
of loving
of being held

Frozen tears
of a
dragon
A song waiting
to be sung
fully

When will it break?

Dawn.




– Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025

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StarBeing, one

Starbeing,
deep in your soul
you know that love
is not something you own

that trees don’t grow by 
themselves

that nothing 
rests
upon anything
that stays

Starbeing,
deep in your soul
the love you were
born
to be

is the love
you
become
when you drop
all that you think
you know

Starbeing,
deep in your soul
we are one

Not mirrors,
distorted signals,
scrambled frequences

Starbeing,
    one
           one 
                 one

I am not outside you
you are not outside me

In me
you see you
in you
I see
me
much clearer than you

Therefore I
tell you,
Starbeing

deep in your soul
Live.
There.
Deep in your soul.

– Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025

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Earth & Space, 21st of December, Door 21

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