the adventurer

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Elsa’s Song, Dec 16th 2021

As the sun is rising over the suburb and  the castle walls, spreading its morning fire over the rooftops, she speaks gently with a whisper from within her very being.


“Look at all the gold”, she says. “It is dancing on the street, in my fur, inside your heart.It is dancing within our connection”.

I see it. I really do see it! 

Thanking her, I reach down to her height, gently caressing one of her ears. Soft, gingerbread scented, furry red and white ears. She speeds up a bit. Time to go home. There is always a snack and a cuddle after the morning walk so it is time to get the priorities straight.
As we cross the street full of stressful morning commuters she slows down again. She speaks.

“Infuse a bit of sacredness in to everything you do, into every act.” She smiles and speeds up again.



“Sacredness is the key to so many doors”, Starlight explains as Nejla, The Crew, Maddy, Ricky, Luca & The Pack are in anything but a hurry getting everything sorted for the days trek. They are all enjoying the fresh morning air, the rising sun, the warm open fire crackling, the coffee & porridge scent, the dried meat and fish for the four leggeds, and basically just sharing space. Hanging out. In a way it feels like they don’t need to go anywhere, yet the adventure spirit is tugging to move on. Just a bit ahead. Without a real goal. Just to check what is next. While being present with what is.

“I think I just sprinkled my coffee with sacredness”, Nejla jokingly replied.

“I think we just spice every breath with sacredness”, Ricky said while jumping up and down after his dip in the hole he’d made in the ice, initially to fish for the dogs and Maddy.

“Every breath already is sacredness”, Thor the lead dog of Ricky and Luca´s pack barged in, grabbing the last piece of oatmeal porridge left in Nejla’s bowl on the ground. “All you need to do is notice it.”


From in between the trees Alabaster was watching this morning ritual of this “band of relatives” like he´d loving started to refer to them after his last conversation with Snowflake. He was there in the shadows to guide them safely through the Valley of Thorns, which is where they were heading next. It was the only way through to get to the higher ranges. 

The mist of transformation had started spreading out  from the narrow passage way already.

A small, blue butterfly flew through the air, circling the two sleds.



Cecilia Götherström, December 16th 2021

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Elsa’s Song, Dec 15th 2021

Breathing in. Breathing out.  

Alabaster and the pack had moved grounds to the upper ranges. Winter hunting was better here, and peace was at large.

Overlooking the upper ranges was the large massif of the snow leopards.

With this recent shift in to conscious awareness The Snow Leopard Queen had highlighted “the importance of the soul” during every encounter she and Alabaster had. Last time she had added “The importance of healing the soul”.

Alabaster walked the higher grounds, breathing in, breathing out, tuning in to the frequency of Nejla.

Miles away Nejla stood firm om the footboards of the sled, swooshing through the evening air with The Crew alongside Ricky’s team. She could sense the connection coming in. A click in her heart, an urge to stretch her hands.

“Breath is the doorway and silence is the answer. Remember that my Adventurer. That’s it, and that’s all. You have the spell. Breath is the doorway and silence is the answer.”

An image of herself standing in front of a glass covered portal, surrounded by granite peaks, the winter morning skies, gold and silver dust filled air, frozen breath on the doorway, flashed in to Nejla’s mind. She even heard herself speaking the spell out loud.

“Uncover! Uncover! Uncover! Be! Embrace! Embrace! Embrace! Align!” 

Breathing in, breathing out. Silence.

Was this a premonition or an instruction? 

Slowly, gently, Snowflake the snow leopard queen approached the granite slab where Alabaster was sitting.

“Tell me, Queen Snowflake, about this importance of the soul, of healing the soul.” Alabaster said.

Snowflake sat down next to him, her long tail covering the entire length of the large boulder.

“The importance of the soul”, she replied. “Of healing the soul. Of living from the soul. Of embodying the soul. That is the largest quest of humanity right now. And only we can lead the way here. Us, The Wild Ones. True wilderness is true connection. We are the healers of the broken souls. I am relieved she is on her way here. With all her friends. All the soul pieces which are one. All the aspects of the diamond merkabah.”

Cecilia Götherström, December 15th 2021 

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Elsa’s Song, Dec 6th 2021

The cold, cold mist touched Nejla’s face as she began her morning ceremony. The grass was still wet, the mist felt cleansing. It was nevertheless still too warm. For snow she would have to travel north.  To the land of White Buffalo.

It was time to prepare.

He sensed her weaving in the morning shadows. The first threshold she would need to cross was to be-come The Adventurer. 

She and The Adventurer were TwinSouls. One soul shared in two Be-ings. Through the mirror portals of others she could see sparks of The Adventurer as she saw flickers of herself. She would need to  embody the knowledge that speaks. In every thought, movement and breath. Be-come.

Nejla was ready. She felt nervous, yet she had never felt more ready in her whole life. There was so much clarity in this morning mist.  Clarity which last night had started to show its silhouette. It had just been a matter of letting go through Dreamland during the night. 

“To sleep on it”, very valuable advice from her grandfather. “To let the night chew and churn away, like the cows alchemizing the grass in to milk”, was how grandpa used to explain it.

That first morning breath held a promise. It whispered “Sacred Fierceness”. She felt the pull of The Adventurer inside her whole Be-ing. All dimensions, all these writings, these tidings were coming together as one.

As she had tiptoed down the stairs on her way for the morning ceremony, noticing the keys in the front door, she had heard a voice saying “I gave you that. All the keys. Now, use them!”

He made his way up the last part of the hill alone. The pups were still sleeping. Mums, dads, brothers and sisters would be waking up gently as soon as the first ray of morning sun touched the Silver Rock. This was to be a journey through the seen and the unseen for her. He wanted to connect his inner eyes to hers.

There it was. The spot where he could peak over the ridge in to the next valley. The valley where what once was a small village had slowly spread out to become a town, now bordering on the definition of city.

A sliver of starlight fell on the rock, reflecting back in to his eyes.

Nejla felt something gently touch her forehead, like a kiss of rain. It felt warm and sparkly.

Cecilia Götherström, December 6th 2021