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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 11. Dec 11th

Another evening on the path following the pawsteps of the little bundle of joy & life force Vayu The Whispering Wolf. They were being guided by Josephiel the Cloud Shrouding White Dragon floating in the air just above them through the valley,  heading towards the Mountain of Stillness and Silence.

Josphiel was of the opinion that wading through deep snow was no dragon business, taking to the wild blue yonder was.

Vayu had hidden a laugh within a yawn as he’d said “Let him believe he’s the one guiding us. There ain’t no better guide in this dimension than this very nose right here”.

Samantha was really enjoying these nightly hikes. They were usually on the move until just before midnight. Then they’d either find or build a shelter. For her, both Josephiel and Vayu were very clear about every time.

“For that somewhat frozen little human”, they would joke daily.

This evening they were getting close to their last hike among the trees. Shelter would probably be just above the treeline.

The glittering snow crystals reflected the Milky Way, or was it the other way around?

“Everything is a reflection”, Vayu said. “All the beauty you see in the world, all the things you reject, criticize or judge, they are all part of your perception reflecting back at you. That is why The Whispers are so powerful. Why you want them on your side. The Whispers are closer to Truth than the words you cover them with when you speak and think loud thoughts covering any possibility to perceive the most perceivable of them all. The Still Whispers of Your Soul. Only in stillness can you hear them. The Whispers.”

“Are you saying that this gorgeousness of diamondy glittery silver lives inside of me too?”, Samantha asked.

“Yes! And do you know what more lives inside of you?… 

Vayu went dead quiet.

“Come on, are you going to tell me?” 

Vayu did not move. He did not even flinch. 

Samantha looked up in the direction his eyes stared. Holy moly…. Was that an avalanche? There was no sound, so there could not be, right?

The sparkly cloud of glittery-moon-reflecting-snow-star-dust rushing down the mountain slope was the size of a jumbo jet.  As the diamond-dust evaporated something took shape where the sparkle settled.

“Mum!”, Josephiel twirled in the air, somersaulted towards them.

Right in front of Samantha and Vayu, the largest, grey-sparkling dragon anyone could possibly imagine.

“Enchanted”, she exhaled. “Mama D welcomes you all.”

  • Cecilia Götherström , December 11th 2020.
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 6. Dec 6th

Touch. Meeting. Fierceness.

Sacred.

Sacred Touch.

Sacred Meeting.

Sacred Fierceness.

Home.

Marcus was walking between the pine trees. Following path leading from the back of the house up to Beaver Lake. Here he could always take everything in. Listen. Listen to the whispers of his soul. Something his Great Ma had taught him to do.

Great Ma was not his grandmother by bloodline. She was the Grand Mother for everyone living scattered on this large space of land of mountains, streams, lakes, waterfalls, peaks, rocks, woods and wilderness. She was like the moon – always there, always still yet so powerful, always present. She had taught all the kids in school how to listen to The Whispers Of The Soul. 

When she retired from her position as woodwork, arts, crafts and music teacher at the village school she started giving drumming lessons in the village hall on Saturday mornings. Drumming and jojking.

Those Saturday mornings they had learned how to drum the questions, how to listen and then jojk or sing the answers as they came in.

Sacred Touch.

Sacred Meeting.

Sacred Fierceness.

The first two parts had moved in like pieces from a mystic veil. The last part, placed like a statement in the snow.

Marcus kept following the path. Stars started to fill up the sky as the sun disappeared behind the treetops, making way for the moon. He knew he had only scratched the surface. The phrases were an invitation to dig deeper, an instruction to plunge.

Symphonies never took plunges. They had crescendos, build ups, cross overs. Never plunges.

He was afraid that he would lose himself if he plunged. As soon as that insight hit him he stopped, sighed, raised his hands up to catch a few soft snowflakes falling off the pine branches.

“The soul lives in the unknown. It’s never happy, nor supposed to live in the known of the mind. It’s supposed to live in the heart. And the heart can only be fully open when you are open to fall. Fall to Grace. Fall in Love. Fall Over. Fall.”

He heard Great Ma as if she was speaking from the space between the pine needles, the space inside the pine cones.

“Keep walking son. Keep following her footsteps. Remember in your heart where she wanted to go, what she wanted, what gave her joy, what made her strong, what released her, remember and follow that”, the voice spoke to his entire Beingness.

Her name. He had to speak her name out loud to be able to reach that magic again. Why was it so hard to do that?

Home.

He just wanted to call her Home.

He fell to his knees in the snow, laid down on his belly making a snow angel, his face buried in the snow. He rolled over. Lay on his back, caught falling snow flakes with his tongue like when he was a kid, watched the stars, the tops of the firs moving back and forth, back and forth, covering and revealing, covering and revealing.

That was it! Covering and revealing. Covering and revealing!

“Star”.

He spoke her name out loud.

“Star!”

  • Cecilia Götherström, December 6th 2020
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Kringlans Kalender 2020. Sacred. Part 5. December 5th 2020

Image: “Seek” by the amazing Ravynne Phelan – https://www.ravynnephelan.com.

“What you seek is seeking you. What you ssssseek isssss seeeeeking youuuuuhhh…”

The whispers carried through the air to the tree stump where Samantha was sitting observing the morning star making its presence intensely clear in the dawn sky.

She looked around in all directions. Where did that voice come from?

“What you seek is seeking you…”

Was it the air that spoke? No, it was the space which had the possibility for air that whispered.

“What you seek is seeking youuuuuuu….”

“What am I seeking?”, Samantha asked herself quietly. “If I don’t know what I am seeking, then how can I ever meet what is seeking me?”

“Girl, you’ve got to keep turning those stones in your heart over. Get the churning going so to say.” Josephiel lifted his gigantic dragon head up from below the fresh snow cover he was resting under.

“Churning and turning?” Samantha felt a little bewildered.

“Yeah, it’s all physics! Or chemistry! Or… Whatever! It’s all vibration!”, Josephiel replied. “Everything moves, nothing is stuck, nothing is ever still – except stillness itself then, but that’s a different story and dimension. Pardon the side track but yeah, things can feel clogged at times yet never ever forever if you just get movin’. And you can always, always change the rhythm, stir things up, slow things down. Simply, be the vibration. Then you can hear. Hear what is calling you and call in what is essentially calling you. There’s your meeting!”

Vayu the little bundleball of a wolfpup was waking up too, yawning his great morning yawn.

“Exquiiiiizzzze me while I go sing my morning song to all the stars and all the moons”. He stretched, shook the snow off his tail and took off towards the frozen river bank.

“Go join him Sister”, Josephiel nudged to Samantha. “He is your heartkingdom and you are his. Go sit next to him in stillness as he serenades. In that stillness you understand the turning, the churning, the calling and the welcoming. Sacred is the stillness. Holy is your meeting. Gorgeous is the morning hour, for that is where all is revealed, all is understood, all is unspun. Concious Dawn is the most important practice for each human heart.”

Samantha ploughed her way through the knee deep snow following the skipping wolf pup. What a joy his body projected! Would she feel the same if she skipped down to the river too? Only one way to find out, right?

Vayu turned around and challenged her to sprint. 

“Sacred Fierceness” the wind in the air in the space whispered.

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 5th 2020.
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Kringlans Kalender 2020/ Sacred. Part 3. December 3rd.

“Sacred Touch. Sacred Meeting.”

He heard the words as if they were alive, dancing in space in the room, sliding around the Christmas tree still waiting to be decorated, floating over the grand piano where he was sitting, caressing the keys of the instrument like he was moving his fingertips through her fur. Gently, carefully, lovingly, with an intent to listen to the music of her presence, the one thing which would open his heart up wide. With her, everything had been possible. With her, his whole life – and not just his work – had become a symphony.

People had called him crazy, taking in a 60 kg rescued wolf in his house when he already spent close to a full work day behind the piano quite often seven days a week. How would he have time for the hours of movement, care and attention this animal required ?

But he knew. The minute he had looked in to her eyes, he knew. This was it. Why he was here on this earth. Why she was here on this earth.

The magic he felt under his fingertips when playing the piano, the magic which spun its way in to human hearts and living room speakers, came from the wild, from the habitat which she was. 

Together they had roamed many nights under the stars in the snow, many days up and down the mountains during the light months of the year, spent many mornings down at the lake fishing in each their own way.

“Sacred Fierceness”.

The words danced around him again. He felt in his soul abode that it was her. She was speaking to him from the other side of the veil. The way the words moved there was no other possibility.

The past months since he’d lost her, he found himself more misplaced than ever. 

Not even the music could lead him back. For months his state of mind was in a place of constant straying.

Then, one morning, a strange looking half grey, half white feather swirled down from the rooftop, landed in his morning coffee as he was sitting on the porch looking for the meaning of that day with all his might. 

The way the feather danced was the beginning of this new symphony he was working on right now.

Home.

He had wanted to call it Home. Yet the word “Sacred” kept coming up. Wherever he looked, whatever he did, whatever he read, whatever he listened to, the word was there. 

He got the hint. Named the symphony “Sacred Home”. 

Yet right now he was in a place where his heart felt a need to become unbroken before he could continue with what he’d worked on these last three days since the feather had landed.

“Marcus?”

Gina, his only neighbor, peaked in through the front door. Bob, the Labrador, as always right next to her.

 “Did you write the words “Sacred Fierceness” in the snow out front?”

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 3rd 2020. 

Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 21st

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Raidho.

Strong rune of protection. Thor´s rune, some said. The rune of travelling, moving forward, making a good move. The rune of order, of structure, of overcoming difficulties.

Meru smiled. Star sighed. The runes had spoken to the human again this the last morning of the old.

She was protected, divine shelter beaming out through the five wolf hearts, spinning gold and silver stardust threads around “their” human.

Dawn felt different.

She’d woken up this morning with a voice inside her saying “you are a different person now. As you walk out the door of this morning you are an entirely new one. Your road is paved with shining bricks, with talking dust, with warm loving moss wherever you go. You just make sure you follow the calling now. That you listen.”

She’d cast the runes at breakfast, knowing she would not cast the second one until they were ready to embark on the next step.

Wizard and SilverGrey were all set for them to unite, to go meet up with DragonWhite and Elo at the outskirts of the village. So they all took off together.

At the edge of the valley, where the first house since the abandoned barn where the whole Nisse clan lived stood, they stopped. Wizard was preparing to get another cloak out of the saddlebag, this one gold and bluestone woven, for Dawn. She stopped him right then and there.

“Wizard, dear Wiz, I am not sure I am ready for this. Not sure I want this. I still feel the pull of the trees, the pines calling me. I would much rather just go hang in the woods for another few weeks, months, years…”

“Would you really?” Meru asked her. “Or are you just resisting what you know is your gift to do? Reach inside, ask yourself, take time, listen. Pinecones and moonstones.”

Way nudged Dawn to sit down, resting her red wolf head in the humans lap.

Dawn closed her eyes, travelled inwards. Found herself in a chariot with the man of the rune. Him giving her the reins and jumping out to the sound of a powerful storm. Thunder and lightning changing in to hail, then to snow, to soft winds placing large snowflakes gently on the ground. Dawn landed the chariot in the softness. Stepped out. Allowed Wizard to cloak her in the bluestones silver and gold woven robe. She listened to the whispers of the wind. She opened her eyes.

There, right in front of her, the whole wolf pack lined up. Her heartfamily.

And Wizard. The most “heavenly” Father anyone could ever have. Presenting her with her purpose, cause and future on outstretched arms in the form of this magic cloak woven by every elemental tribe, every element, every season, initiated by the breath of DragonWhite. Would she receive it?

Of course she would. Of course she did.

 

Dagaz.

The rune of the day, of dawn. Of transformation, breakthrough, awareness, happiness, clarity, hope. “Det dagas”.

 

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 21st 2019 

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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 19th

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”Everything is possible in the dark of the morning. Sensing, feeling, knowing, choosing, creating…”

“In the dark of the morning…”, Craft found himself realizing something and pushed Meru awake. “That is why you called her Dawn.”

“Yes, brother”, Meru confirmed. “Your Limitlessness, the gift of being able to be just that, is reflected for the human in that name.”

“So then, why brother dear, did she get the full name Dawn Faith MorningStar? It should be Dawn Gloria MorningStar!”

Meru took his time, pretending to give the idea a good ponder, gave Craft a friendly push back. “You always get to the core of the bone, the pool in the heart man! You are right!”

“Howl yeah! What good is Faith if you don’t know you are Gloria!?”

Way moved across the soft hay in the barn towards Craft and Meru. “Guys, we need to get outside now when the moonstones still light the way”.

Wizard was already outside. Holding his staff up to the still dark morning sky. A sliver of moonlight was shining through the veil shaped clouds.

“I know he is out here somewhere. I have asked all the stones sparkling in the moonlight to shine the way for him. I just hope he makes it before it is too bright and the sun takes over the glow. He always prefers silver to gold, you see. Maybe that’s why he got his name, Silver Grey.”

The wizard had hardly finished his last sentence when they all noticed a large shadow making its way out of the woods, following the snow covered dirt road leading up to the barn. Who or what was this?

A loud neigh.

Silver Grey. Of course! Wizard’s best friend ever!

The grand grey horse came out of the dimness as the first flake of morning sun touched the stable door. His long mane and silver white tail moving gently in the morning breeze, like mist. They could all see the reflections of the veil in his tail and mane, the voice of the void in his illustrious eyes.

He walked up to Wizard, put his nose on the old mans shoulder, breathing deep. Wizard hugged his arms around the horse’s neck.

The elves bowed, the Nissar came running out of the barn carrying a finely knit silverthread and greenstone blanket , the fairies placing it softly across the back of Silver.

”Now it’s your turn Wizard”. Meru nudged Wizard to hand over the wand as it was Wizard’s turn get in to his own silverthread and redstone knitted cloak, assisted by the fairies.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 19th 2019

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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 18th

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A totally unexpected sight met the pack in the  morning. They were expecting Elo the reindeer. He showed up. Not alone though. He was flanked by what could only be described as a squad of elves, surrounded by a large group of fairies, accompanied by a quite a gathering of Nissar.

“Awesome”, Craft howled enthusiastically. “This is it! I just wanted to get to the point where we simply show the human how to walk in magic, and here we go! Magic Mastery Club all gathered! Now my dear Dawn, let us all head down to the village.”

“Yohoooooo-oooo”, Wizard filled in. “We finally get to hang in the stable again. Gathering to prepare for the one, large Star-show.”

“Excuse me?”, Star looked at Wizard with questioning eyes.

“The comet, dear Star”, Elo jangled his horns as he spoke. “We will unveil the humans for a little while, to allow them to see the comet, and from there we’ll just let the magic unfold. Who knows, maybe, maybe this is the one light-sparkle eve that will open some more heart hearths.”

“Wow! This is amaaaazing!” Dawn got out of the Silent Rocks den. “It is like the air is alive with diamonds, like we are all part of the silver of the elves.”

Meru gently pushed Blue out of his resting place. “Come on kiddo, we’re off to the next place to play!”

The group started making their way through the deep white sheet of fresh powder snow, moving like one with yet each and every one distinctly carrying their own energy, their own qualities. It was a bit like a magic patchwork quilt, Dawn thought to herself. A circular, moving one, not a square and static one though.

What a sight it was to DragonWhite as she flew above the company. The Isness of the wolves carrying the purpose of this Earth, the wisdom of the reindeer held by the nature beings as a web in between the physical and ethereal, the human feeling so comfortable amidst it all. Walking in Magic.

Meru, Craft, Way and Star still had so much more to teach Dawn. They still had so much more undoing and re-grouping to perform, so much transmuting to orchestrate. This was no way going to be the end of the journey. It was just a tiny part of a huge beginning. Yet, as Wizard so fervently had pushed on about, there was no time to waste. They had work to do. It was actually perfect that this time of the year marked the beginning. The people of the valley were always a bit more open to the unusual, the magical and the lightbeings this time of the year. Moreover, this Wizard was not a sissy-wiz.

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 18th 2019 

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Kringlans Kalender / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 17th

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The wolves were off hunting. Wizard was working on the formulas. Elo The Reindeer had sent a message with DragonWhite to let them know he was on his way back to join them all at The Silent Rocks. His message had contained something about Wizard possibly feeling lost in a few days without a reindeer.

Dawn could feel the pine trees a bit further down the mountain calling her. She just had an urge to sit down, watch the stars wake up on the heavens above the cone shaped tree tops as dusk walked in. She made her way down the slope.

In the city she often heard the call of the trees. Maybe those calls had been there all her life? Until she lived in the city she hadn’t noticed, she was among the trees often enough anyway back then. But now, the past years especially, she would wake up in the middle of the night hearing them as if they were calling her name. Sometimes she found herself on the bus riding past a park just having to get out. See the trees. Not watch them. Really see them.

To hear them call her here on the mountain was a first.

Of course she had not gone off alone. Red had left the hunting party early, sat waiting for Dawn under the skirts of one of the cedars next to the yew tree.

“What is on your heart, dear” she asked, wagging her tail at Dawn.

“I do not know dear Way”, Dawn replied. “That is why I need to be with the trees. I guess that might be why they are calling me. It feels like my heart is missing a piece. Like there is something missing all the time. I do not understand. I should be happy. This place is magic. You are all the most amazing, star-dusted, gorgeous gifts of friends and teachers one could possibly wish for – more than one could possibly wish for. Why do I feel this hole still? I think some tree wisdom might be the antidote.”

The wind picked up. The crowns of the trees started swaying, a gentle symphony spinning itself out of the movement of branches and pine needles.

“Shhhh”, Way pointed her eyes to the large pine tree a bit further in. “Grandmother OakPine is about to speak”.

A soft, deep voice came out of the woods.

“My dear child – yes you are a child still – until you see yourself as whole, you will not feel whole. You have to listen to all those whispers you hear when you wake up, the whispers you hear throughout the day, as you settle in to sleep. Listen and decide which ones are you sending off and which ones are you inviting in to light your candles with. There are still whispers feeding the gap in your heart. Remember your meaningfulness, your limitlessness. The whispers you hear when you feel limited, closed up, like you are missing something – talk to them. Tell them you are Meaningful, you are Limitless, you are Bravery. Tell them their work is done here, thank them for their service, they are welcome to move on and you wish them all the joy and happiness the universe can gift them as they do. Then you stand tall like a fir, let the winds move you, feel your roots beautifully reaching down and spreading wide in the nurturing depths of Earth Mother, welcoming her Angels. And then you start anew. New moment, new Dawn, remember?”

“Now, that’s the Way”, Red laughing hard at her own cleverness.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 17th 2019

 

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Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 14th

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Ihwaz.

How appropriate.

The first rune cast was Ihwaz. The yew tree. Being on the right path. Strength, reliability, protection.

“Dawn dear. You dropped a rune too.”

Star pointed with her gaze to the ground just to the left of Dawns feet.

Perdu. Perdth. Secrecy, mystery, something unknown which will be known. Stability, continuity, both feet rooted in Mother Earth.

“Auspicious again”, Way commented.

The wind was picking up, becoming really strong. As soon as they left the shelter of the pines there would be nothing but white, white, white, swirling white to see.

“Walk away”, Craft spoke. “Walk away from all that you know. It’s the only way to find the light. To see the strength. To live in the gold of your own wisdom. It’s not as abrupt as it sounds. It’s a way of living, of being, of moving. Leave what you think you know behind. Be Open To Everything, remember?”

Dawn was beginning to understand – she could not help but laugh inwards when she realized “it was beginning to dawn on her” – that when you kept walking in your same old footsteps you would always arrive at the same door over and over again. Every time a little older, yet no wiser.

“Ho, ho, hoooo”, Wizard was waving his staff in the wind. “We really need to get going in to this wind. Really dive in to it, allowing for that what we cannot see to be felt as we brush past it. Walking through this blizzard will blow away anything unnecessary. The blasting air will drown any thoughts. We will only be able to hear the re-tuning. Transmuting as we are moving.”

“Ihwaz energy is surrounding us right now”, Meru followed. “If you feel it subsiding reach inwards. These symbols are signposts on that inner map which is very much alive.”

“And we can play along the way too”, Blue the pup reminded them all. “No need to get so bloody serious like all them folks down in the valley. Transmuting is da shit. We all change, we all transmute, we all move, we are all aware. Let’s not forget to have fun while we’re at it!”

“I will show the way. My inner compass is wide awake”. Star stepped out in to the storm.

Dawn grabbed her backpack, pulled the beanie further down over her eyebrows.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 14th 2019

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Kringlans Kalender 2019 / Meru’s Wisdom, Dec 13th

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“Tell me, dear human, tell me the story about the trees and the sparkles. About the blindness to the inner light.”

Way curled up next to Dawn this morning after the 13th full moon. The morning the Queen Of Light paced in.

“My dear Red, my dear Way”, Dawn put one hand on the red wolf’s back, feeling the warmth of Way’s breathing spine through the palm of her hand. One. All Dawn could sense was one-ness. Way turned her head towards Dawn, nodding with her eyes to the one-ness-sense.

“ I could tell you the official story of the tree being put indoors, the one we are taught in school, but that’s not right. I felt it already back then in my bones, in every cell of my being,  that it’s just boring, flat, facts.”

“So tell me, dear Dawn, what your heart speaks. Your heart connected to Meru’s Wisdom, connected to all of us.”

Dawn took a moment, gazed through the landscape, soaking it all up with her eyes. Then she began.

“We always revered the tree, the trees. The wisdom unceasingly came to us through them. Then somewhere, gradually, along the line we lost it. We lost the wisdom. We lost the connection. We lost the joy, the spark, the light. Not literally, but we misplaced it. Or maybe it went in to hiding. I don’t know.”

Meru, Star, Elo, Wizard, Craft and Blue the pup joined in. Dawn continued.

“It felt like a long arm reaching out in the dark, grasping, fingers searching, palm sensing. Nothing.

Then somebody remembered the tree. That the tree was the doorway, the gate back to magic, to connection, to light.

She started decorating the trees with sparkles, with stars made of twigs, with shining rocks, with fallen leaves, with adorned pinecones. Gently she felt the light returning inside her heart, her ears, her eyes and soon she even started speaking light. All her words were woven with starlight, connection, silver threads. Alves, the Nisse, giants, trolls, fairies, dwarves, dragons, every being of nature’s realm came out of the perceived darkness, decorating the woods with her. The people of the valley woke up one morning mesmerized with the beauty of the trees, of the serene sense of peace in the woods. They decided they wanted to hold on to this, to bring it indoors.

Little by little they started moving the trees in. Everyone to their own home. Doors closed. One tree in each household. Eyes admiring the beauty. Magic getting sprinkled in their own house. Nisse moved in. He wanted to be the connection between in there and the light of nature out here. It worked for some time. Especially around the 13th full moon. That was a long time ago though.”

“Oh my”, Way replied. “Where and how do we begin with writing the new story?”

“By choosing wisely”, Meru spoke.

 

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 13th 2019