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.
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.
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.
and falls so hard it leaves no mercy of breath at all.
We fall and we climb and we fall and we climb. Feeling numb from pain and shock . Looking up, feeling in awe of the stars above and the strength in our legs.
Dread and heartache, hand in hand with awe and an explosion of love for self.
“Get up before dawn. Let the dawn choose you. Walk. Just walk and see what is. It works. It truly works.”
The whispers are not from outside of you, they come from inside. The one who knows lives there. Always has, always will.
“Move with your Hara. Hara holds the heart. Hara holds expansion. Hara holds holding itself. Try it out. Play with it. You might even walk with Hara at dawn.”
14:14
Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi, inspired after a deep conversation with a very dear friend 15/12 2023
“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.”
On the darkest day of the darkest month the light of the new moon reaches out from inside
Lucia is here to light to lead us through
the coming twenty-four nights of transformation
Alba and Rosie had reached the High Glen. From up there it was dark, dark, dark . Below in the valley there was movement. Small lights as the forest elves danced their way through the icy fog. Candles being lit in the houses as people woke up to the scent of freshly baked saffronebuns. A gentle breeze of harmonic hymns travelled through the air. The mountain elves were journeying down the mountain in large numbers, looking like a huge glowworm swirling its way descending through the snowy fields. Nissemor and her little ones were cracking hazelnuts and walnuts in front of the barn next to the church. You could hear the sound echoing through the slow dawn.
The largest silver and gold dragon ever seen from this Glen approached from the direction of the morning star.
“There is nothing to figure out, it is all in the heart”. Wasn’t that what she’d said, how it had all begun this time around?
What if it feels like you cannot access the heart? If you cannot find the thread? If it feels like the rupture has slowly immersed itself into total discord? How do you get there then?
“There’s nowhere to get to, my child. Its all right here. I know it might be challenging to see it, but here we are again, here is that word again – “seeing”. Choose to see the heart. Be curious. If it feels like you cannot see, pretend. Be open to playing around with perspectives. Look from above, from below, from all sides and directions you can imagine and then some more. Summon your creativity to make up something new every day. One thing. Just one, over the top crazy, thing. The freedom you connect to then can only lead you back to one place, the heart.”
Alba is looking me straight in the eyes. Putting her hands on my shoulders, gripping firmly. Portals! I see portals in her eyes!
“Those portals are not in my eyes, dear child. They are in yours. Every time you look at something, see something, it is a portal. Which portals are you walking through, which are you not? Listen to the portals. With your heart.”
Is that what it means that everything is a reflection, a mirror?
“It´s more than that. It´s a mirror maze. So, now you tell mee child. What is mirroring itself? Who sees it? Summon your creativity”!
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