“Really let all the stardust and particles shed through your life. Don’t try to understand what I am saying. Feel it and dance through it all. Rest and move and rest and move again . All is an eternal dance and you choose the tunes. You really do. What you set your reciever to is what you recieve. Just like a radio. Juice FM or Downbeat Dread ? Sparkle and Space or Beat The Shit Out Of My Brain ? I can go on and on saying the same thing in tens of thousands different ways, yet the message will always be the same. Choose. Act. Then choose again.”
She put the feathery inkpen down. Blew out the candle, opened the window to the winternight. Exhaled a dust of white foam in the starry sky.
Deep, deep breaths of fulfilled snow loving beings are moving across the floor space. Sleeping, snoozing, resting beings.
“There is a time for rest. There is a time for work. There is a time for play.” The words adorning the embroidered tapestry on the wall above the kitchen couch.
Nejla always felt so much more at home sitting on the ground. There she was, with the cauldron sitting on the floor in front of her. The sleeping four leggeds in a snoring circle surrounding them both.
Out there the sun had set already. It had barely touched the treetops of the high pines today. A few more days and it would be the darkest of the darkest days. Here up north though the dark was just the most magic time of them all. The black velvet serving as presentation platter for the glittering stardust of The Milky Way , of the dancing Aurora Borealis, of the glistening white snow reflecting sacred geometry codes back through the soul portals of every being .
Today was the thirteenth day of the twelfth month. The day of the Fairy Saint, The Queen of Light. This thirteenth day of the twelfth month felt different though. The energy was unlike any other year she could recall. A tangible dimensional shift. A reminder to put your spiritual practice and connection at the forefront of your priorities as the one thing left unbroken, uncompromised.
“Wings of change,” what seemed like the atmosphere spoke through the cauldron. “Winds of change”.
As the words sunk in, a realization dawned on Nejla .
“We are so busy connecting in to, or copying, what once was that we forget to notice what is. What is here and now. The ceremonies and rituals are to connect in to the energy, not to times gone by as time is not linear. Through these ceremonies and rituals, we connect now, past and present in a holographic ever-present thread. The boundaries are broken. The veils are shattered. We look across and we see ourselves. In what we call past, present and future. But it is the energies that speak. Frequencies.”
“A-ho, my dear”, Storulven spoke. “Now, go sit. Journey. The door is open. The birds are aware. Go sit for 30 minutes, follow the red thread.”
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