starlight

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Earth & Space, 13th of December, Door 13

Photo: Pintrest

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.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinayzi

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Earth & Space, 11th of December, Door 11

Photo: Devianart.com/Pintrest

Space and Earth, Earth and Space.

“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”!

11-1-11-12.

A code flashing through my mind.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 9th of December, Door 9

Photo: Pinterest

There’s something about reindeers. Something about mountain goats. There’s something about the star in the sky. Something about The Milky Way. There’s something about light studded on a velvety clear sky. Something about mist and steam and ice and water. There’s something about waking up. Something about magic. There’s something about rest. Someting about taking stock. About making space. About clearing. About giving. About receiving.

Giving and Receiving is the same action, she told me last year. The Law of Reciprocity is something entirely different. Obligation versus living. What would you choose?

“Giving and Receiving is living under The Law of Abundance”, she brings across from the other side.

Abundance as a Law? Now, that’s a new concept all together.

“The sky, the reindeers, Orion, North Star, the mountain goats, the mist and steam and ice and water. Waking up in the morning. Rest and taking stock. Space. That is all Abundance right there. Living under The Law of Abundance simply means recoginizing that. Recognizing that everything you connect with is there. Right there. In the abundance of life. You can see it, hear it, feel it, taste it, smell it, even imagine it. That.”

Like the snowy white water dragon she puffs through the veils. She is there, with Space. She is here, in these keys on the keyboard. She’s in the voice thinking, typing, singing. She is.

Water Dragon, Space Dragon, Winter Dragon.

How did the wolves get celestial this year?

“Because of magic, my child. Because the energy of the world is held by dragons this time year this season. Because the wolves are you. Protected and enlightened by the dragons. What that means in practice is to come. Just be open these coming forthnights. Be aware and be open.”

Author: Elsa, Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 8th of December, Door 8

Stillness and chaos,                                                                                                                                          Moonlight and night wishes                                                                                                                              Sunrise shrewd in                                                                                                                                                   clouds and mist

Fire and Ice,

Dreams and                                                                                                                                                               the beyond                                                                                                                                                            Forged in steel,                                                                                                                                                        bound by flowers,                                                                                                                                                    like a star in                                                                                                                                                               the wind

Where is the dream? What is real?

Nothing is a dream. Nothing is real. It is all just perspectives. And perspectives can be turned, changed, tuned. 

Whether we are awake during the day, sleeping and dreaming during the night, or the other way around nobody really knows.

How would you prove it? 

When you are busy wanting to prove something you miss all the cues, all the goings on, all the “living” in the periphery of your space of focus so how can you know ?

What would happen if you invited yourself to stay open, to stay really, really curious to all of the above or maybe even something entirely different being what specifies “real”? Who knows? I mean, who really knows, really?

Just saying…..

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 7th of December, Door 7

Speak love in to being,
the starlings are back.
Rime and frozen windows,
magic is here to stay.

Wanting to do more than you can might be seen as virtue. It can also kill your spirit.
Not seeing what you are doing, while only seeing what you percieve to inherently lack, that is not what this thing you call life is about.

Speak love in to being. With every word you create. Don’t bash. Re-create.

See the wonder in her eyes. Let her love you, by loving her back in all the same ways she loves you. All of you. Also the impatient, wounded parts. She sees them, tilts her head, tries to understand them. It might be out of her world and being, but she does. She does understand them. And she loves you. All of you.

Speak love in to being.
The starlings are back.

Author : Starlight, Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi, Akasha, Elsa

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Earth & Space, 5th of December , Door 5

Feathers, pinecones
and angels
Many are 
the colours
of
the soul 

Little, bereft 
ungrounded
Nothing matters more
than
the show

Feathers 
floating 
in space
To the fortress
of 
tremendous
luminescence

Grounding
in earth
The wounded
cones

Life becomes life
once again
Rooted, full
omnipresent

And the cycles go
on
and
on
and
on

Where in the spiral
you find
yourself
look in the middle ahead

There in the mirror, skewed
what you believe 
to be
true

Feathers, pinecones
and angels
Spin
their way
through
your life

Tender the
sacred
spiralling
cones
light
the way

Angels carry you
forward,
because you are 
part 
of the light

No matter how
lost
unloved
you might
feel

The distorted light
forms
a 
line

Line becomes
love
Love
becomes
light

Light
Become 
feathers
and
pinecones
and angels

Movement in 
space
re-shapes
again

First there was
light
and
sound

Frequency
the
only truth

Blueprint 
and
goldprint
and
stories

You,
you
will always
find your
true

Mahakash

Author: Cecilia Götherström /Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 4th of December, Door 4

A flickering light,
a diminishing flame

Reaching for the skies
as the wick
dies down,
curling inwards,
imploding

The end of the end of the end.

You see, the light needs to die before it can be reborn. That is what it does. That is what light is. Swallowed by darkness it hides underneath the ground. Germinates. Sprouts.

The darkness cannot be fought. It needs space. It needs to be given space.

You see, eventually darkness will feel so alone that it can do nothing but invite light in. Make space for it. Dance with it. Live with it. Mix with it. Mingle.

The light needs to die to be re-born. Darkness is the space where the light grows. Without darkness, no rest. Without rest, no movement.

You see, flow is what happens in the space between two points, two destinations. Music is what happens in the space between two notes.

Darkness. Space. Movement. Light.

Author: Cecilia Götherström/Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space , 3rd of December, Door 3

Time and Space. Space and Time. Location. Destination.

Magic.

Destination: Magic.
Location: Magic.
Time : Magic.
Space.

Many are the things that take no space, as space is.
Magic space.

All around you. Everywhere. You are inside magic space. Magic space fills you up. You are magic space.

In Honour of The Two of Us. Of the Three of Us. Of the Four of Us. Of the space of Us.
In Honour of The Space.

Fill it with what you need. With what you truly need. Nothing is too small. Nothing is too large.

Hear it. See it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it. Dance it. Sing it. Be it.
All the time and all ways. In the movement of space.

Snow!
Frozen space!

Magic spun in crystals. Fractals frozen in time. As time moves they move too. Melt. Re-form, re-shape, re-turn. Magic.

I choose magic.
I choose life.
I choose sparkle.
I choose space.



Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Earth & Space, 2nd of December , Door 2

Your paws are fully grown.
You are everything
and nothing
like your sisters
at all.

What seems to me
like a moment
on the road
to somewhere
is for you
an
eternity of ever newness
in one long moment
which never passes.

Her soulfulness and joyful presence always pushes right in to my being. I do not know how to not live with her. Where she ends and I begin has dissolved.

Maybe there was never a boundary in the first place.

That little fierce puppiness which shook me awake, took hold of not just socks and toilet paper rolls but of lives, of relationships, of the senses where the inner beings meet. That.

“When you focus on separateness, that is what you get”, she says with all her being. “When you listen to the play of movement, that is what you live with”.

“The agenda might be full, but the heart cup is being filled through other means. When you put that one on top of the list watch what happens. Listen inwards. Then observe.”

The guidance from within seems to overflow as we are entering this time of guided light. Enveloped by the dark wintery skies, displaying its dance of Aurora Borealis more and more often, the Star in the Heart sparkling ever brighter, as the milky way pathway lights up, Orion, Ursa Major and many more pulsate with their brightness. This is how we enter in to the arms of the one Mother, the one Father, being held.


December.

December paws. Touching snow. Touching a promise.

Touch.

Touching the infinite being.

Through the heart.

“How do you touch through the heart?”, I hear a giggling whisper. “That is the practice. That is the exploration”.

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Transmissions of Starlight / 19

Sirius. A binary star system.

Why had she put that down on a blue post-it?

Because Sirius had been calling her since just before The Gentle One left. Since The North Star left even. Sirius. The Dog Star. Just before The Star In The Heart arrived it had called even louder.

A Trinity of Stars.

Sirius, a binary star system. Binary meaning “a whole composed of two”, according to the dictionary. Two stars orbiting around each other, bound by the same gravitational pull. Like the dance of infinity. Two huge lights merging. Surrounded by what is often mistaken as a rift, as darkness. When it actually is vast space, pure beingness, potentiality, flow, growth, fertility.

A Trinity of Stars.

“Look up and look out at Sirius. See yourself as if you are observing from there. Let North Star and South Star meet. Take the chance. Take every chance. Every change as a chance. It’s that turning of the diamond reflection a few degrees. Say “Today I choose a different course, a slight adjustment of navigation. Because I want to see where it takes me. Where the horizon meets the sea of space in the heart. Where resistance  meets walls. And then I can change again. A small adjustment. Navigating from The Star in The Heart. On the course this circle of light, oneness and infinity is taking.” ”

Sirius.

Polstjärnan.

The Star in The Heart.

Trinity looked south. She knew for the first time that she did not have to choose north or south. All she needed to do was choose The Star in The Heart.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022