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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

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Transmissions of Starlight / 18

We went into the woods to be baptized by the trees. Over and over again. Bowing under ash, dancing under cedar, reaching for oak, hiding under willow, laughing with pine, sitting under beech, healing through birch, cocooning under elm. Every breath a baptism.

Do you remember how the trees actually found us? You wanted to head for the ocean and I pulled you towards the trees. Do you remember biking under them to get to the open fields? I sang to make you stop and sense them there right underneath their canopy.

Do you remember how their leaves turned yellow, bright, red, golden, orange ? Like they showed us the multidimensionality of every single essence which grows. The sides which turn in the wind and look different from every direction.

Do you remember them bearing fruit? And how every new entry to ,and every exit out of , the woods had its ritual of me devouring at least one of those fruits?

Do you remember that there is actually not a lot to remember aside from that we were, we are, together? That it was how our journey together started? And it will never end. As it is a journey on a thread of many journeys. Might feel like it has a beginning and an end, yet all it has is a continuity. A continuity of that which holds it. Life. Light. Power. The Force.

Do you remember driving through all the trees to find me? To pick me up? How it felt like home once you entered the pine forests? How you loved the birches, ashes, oaks et al and that love turned to passion and homecoming when the pines started lining the road?

That is the continuity I want you to follow. 

The continuity of the continuity of space, passion, life. You. Trinity. Power, Stillness and Presence. Smack right in the continuity of Space, Passion and Life.

If that ain’t an instruction for the New Chapter, I don’t know what is. And I, I know everything. I am Starlight.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 16, 17

“The space between space is who you are, is where you are. Right there, in the space of the space between space. Feel it! Can you sense it? Can you hear it? Can you step in to it?”

The voice was like a hymn being carried through the glistening landscape of ice and sunshine.

Of course she could feel it! But how do you step in to something which is already there? Something which has always been there? Something which will always be there?

“It’s a just a matter of disconnect and reconnect”, the voice seemed arrive through the candles in the window.

She moved closer to the house at the end of the road. The dancing flames of the 14 armed chandeliers seemed to be the source of this knowing voice.

Who lives here? Whose house is it?

She had walked past many times in fall when she was out foraging for mushrooms and the last berries of the season, but never had she noticed this cottage. Grey logs stacked on top of each other in the most exquisite way, red painted window frames, fir-smelling smoke coming out of the chimney dancing in the same rhythm as the candles in the window. A gleaming sled leaning against the porch.

As she passed the mailbox she noticed a little sign just underneath the lid. What name was on there? Trinity leaned in to read.

“The Blue Wizard”

The Blue Wizard? Was that a company name? Or some sort of artist name?

The front door blew open the same nanosecond she finished her train of thought, or train of questions. A Gandalf like figure stood in the opening, royal blue robes, long grey and white braided beard, embroidered hat on his head. He smiled and waved at her.

“What took you so long Trinity?”

How could he know her? And how could he possibly know her newly acquired name?

“This is not the time of playing small my dear Trinity”, Wizard chuckled as he greeted her. “It is the time to relax and be yourself”.

Wasn’t that an oxymoron?

“Absolutely not”, the Wizard replied as if she had spoken her thoughts out loud. “This is the secret instruction for everything in these times, this very time of the year, this very year. It is not the time to be playing small. It is the time to relax and be yourself. Just let that sink in for a while over some pine tea and saffron nut bread with us here in the stables behind the house.”

Stables?

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 13,14, 15

13 candles. 14 winds. 15 heartbeats.

A small candle is still a candle.

Trinity stood knee-deep in the freshly fallen snow underneath the winter sky. Her journey south had come to a halt three days earlier. It had taken her some time, quite some exhaustion and elaborate thinking until she had realized that this is it. Presence. If you cannot physically go, you stay.

13 candles encircled her, 14 winds started dancing around her, the drums were beating to the rhythm of 15 heartbeats.

“You cannot be who you are not. You cannot sing someone else’s song. It’s too expensive. You do pay for it. In soul-sparkles. And your soul-sparkles are low. You are in dire need of some repair and re-fill. You are in dire need of Star-light.”

Trinity looked up. This sky was a little different from the one she had looked up at only moments before.

“Where you are now is your ground zero. Where it all begins. Just let it begin”, the grandmotherly voice kept sharing.

“Don’t look for home. Your home is with me. I am Starlight. I am. 13 candles will light the way. 14 winds will speak your name. 15 heartbeats is the only distance from here to Love, from here to Sparkle, from here to Power, Stillness and Presence. 13, 14, 15 is your code to the next key-lock my dear. Welcome. Welcome.”

A strange kind  of peace rolled over her. It was time to take centre stage in her own life, in her own story. 

The Northern Lights swooshed above. Confirmed.

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 11

“This is the tale of Moon and Star. This is the season of no stone left unturned. This is the time of your ripe uncovering”.

Starlight speaks.

“You are thinking too much. “This is the tale of Moon and Star”. This is what we are living right now. Moon and Star. Star and Moon.

The surroundings might feel the same, but they are not. They never are.

Rather than reflecting what you don’t want, what you don’t want to see, what is missing, just turn the crystal diamond shape a few degrees. Watch it reflect what you want, what you do want to see with your inner heart’s eyes glistening back all the abundance truly surrounding you.

Express the abundance. Acknowledge it. Let it know that  you see it; Thank you house, thank you floor, thank you shoes, thank you windows, thank you health, thank you richness of heart, thank you richness of being, thank you for all possibilities out there, thank you!”

““This is the season of no stone left unturned”. Be curious. Look under every stone. Invite the dragons in to move the stones with you. Discover the moss, the rest, the holding, the fertile darkness where you can. Diligently and intentionally plant all the seeds you want. Give them a chance! Speak them in to being. Wide eyes my child, wide eyes.”

“”This is the time of your ripe uncovering”. The time is ripe for the true uncovering. You know the power of words. You know the movement,  the energy body, the dance of magic spheres, the treasure chest on the inside. Now you speak it. Now you live it. Now. This is the time.”

22,2 degrees south.

““The 22nd parallel South is a circle of latitude crossing the Atlantic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, Australasia, and South America”, Wikipedia says .  It is thus a circle woven by ancient, indigenous and tribal knowledge, creatures of the deep oceans and endless skies, rainforests, deserts, coast, plains, mountains, jungles, forests, beaches. All which symbolizes freedom of the heart for you. Under a slightly different sky then your North Star sky. Yet it does have Starlight. Sirius.”

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

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Transmissions of Starlight / 7

 
 
The Starling crying out, 
singing, calling. 
A portrait of what is awakening, breaking. 
A call of the wild from deep within. 
Green moss embedded in the Earth. 
 
It was time to take a new name.  
 
She had been known as Wolf Woman, Fighter, Grand Symphony of Cacophony and many more names before. Now there was just presence. 
 
“I am a force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in one.” 
 
The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. 
 
The Trinity of the new era. 
The Trinity of Starlight. 
 
“I am a force of Nature. I am Power and Stillness in one”, had landed in her lap, via Starlight, some months ago. What it meant had not dawned on her gently. It had done so abruptly. Several times. Multiple abruptness one might say, if that’s a term. 
 
The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. 
 
“It is needed now. It will be sorely needed in the months and years to come. Remember it like a storm within when the wrecking ball bashes outside. Stand in The Trinity of Presence, Power and Stillness. In it. Not outside it. Not around it. In it.” 
 
The Northern Lights were swooshing, speaking, singing to her again. Amazing how they seemed to pick up where Reindeer had left off. 
 
Trinity picked her pen up. Closed the book. It was time to write the new story. With every breath. With every step. With every backlash anew. 
 
 
The Trinity of  Power, Presence and Stillness. 
 
Moon and Star. Star and Moon. 
 
Starlight. 
 
 
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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Transmissons of Starlight / 5

Two’s a company. Three’s a crowd.

Trinity.

Trinity’s a union.

This focus on negativity exhausted her. Like you were living in a minefield with fighter jets above your head.

How to vibe higher than this?

How to? How to? How to?

Practice, practice, practice.

“I’ll be home for Christmas”, the speakers toned out.

What is home? And why be there just for Christmas?

Home is your own truth. Home is where you are loved and where you love. Home is where your being is sheltered.

Christmas is a state of mind. A consciousness, where giving and receiving is the same action. Where Christ consciousness is massed. 

Where all is gentle, all is seen, all is held. In the one and the same cauldron. In the one and the same shift. Where you don’t look for meaning, where meaning is.

This, that , all, everywhere.

In this time of coldness of souls the hearth is the star in the heart. The play. The ferocity. The calling in of dragons. Of Sacred Fierceness.

White looked at Grey. Grey looked at White. Together they were balance. Harmony.

What steps do we need to take for Harmony? How can we kindle her? How can we leap in to her embrace every morning, be her, live her?

Harmony and Kindness. Kindness and Harmony.

“It’s all a little too much right now. Sprinkle it all with some harmony, kindness and coffee and you will be way on your way child, way on your way.”

Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022

Photo art : Julia Talanova https://www.instagram.com/knesart/

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Transmissions of Starlight / 2

Moon and Star. Star and Moon.
The first language was song.
The first language was light.
Eclectic.

She shone in my shadow and I shone in hers.
Always.

Shadow and Light. Light and Shadow.

Moon and Star. Star and Moon.

Clouds swirling consciously around the unconscious brain. Tides resisting the glow.
The old, the dark, the grey. To be lifted forever.
It will be painful they said.
But what is pain?
It is what you feel when you don’t shine your light.

Star and Moon. Moon and Star.

The crescent uncovered. The sparkle looking down, connecting.

Clouds dancing.

Cold, yet not cold enough.
Wet, murky, rotten.
Waiting for the true embrace bywinter.

Will it come? Will it ever come again?
The magic of sparkle.
Of the here and now.
Of taking new direction while simultaneously being direction.

Moon and Star. Star and Moon.

Sharing the same sky, the same heavens. Being light. Being song. Being magic. Being direction. Being.

Being Star. Being Moon.

The first language is still song. The first language is still light.

Moon and Star. Stars and Moon.

Like pearls being born through filigree silver and Milky Way woven grandeur, like horses and unicorns swooshing through the green clouds of the Northern Lights with its purple shades dancing above the snow covered peaks and steppes, Moon and Star dance through the dark velvet seeing All and Every-thing.

Sometimes the shadows come out to make sure you remember.

Star and Moon. Moon and Star.

Always remember.
Always.
Live now.

The sun sets and rises.
The moon travels.
The Star adorns.

The Trinity.

Sun. Moon. Star.

This is the tale of Moon and Star. This is the season of no stone left unturned. This is the time of your ripe uncovering.

Sun. Moon. Star.

Sun is Star.
Star is Sun.
Moon is reflection.

Star and Moon. Moon and Star.
What will be will be.
What is, is.



Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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Elsa’s Song, Dec 17th 2021

17. 1 and 7. 1 plus 7. 8.

Oneness. Magic. Infinity.

The three dragons soared above the mountain tops. There, underneath the sheath of mist, as well as in the other world underneath the ice, two different realities took place. Yet they were still the same.

Through The Valley of Thorns the humans, canines and the one feline were led by the great Alabaster. The whitest of white wolves ever to walk this surface.

Underneath the ice, in the river running through the valley, sparks of wisdom, sparks of Isness started to move, warming up, melting and cracking the ice. In some parts it began to break open.

Oneness, Magic and Infinity were also known as The Trinity of The Dragonhood. The spells had woken them up, calling them in to this dimension. The Adventurer was about to be embodied again. Even though her body had left 15 months ago her soul and presence were everywhere. It was just that the humans forgot to tune in from time to time. Oneness, Magic and Infinity were sort of her knights here on earth whenever the humans needed to be reminded to connect in to what is already there.

I know, if you are a human reading this right now you are most likely saying “if the dragons are soaring and the presence of The Adventurer is everywhere, how can I connect “in”? Shouldn’t  I connect to all of that outside of me?”

And that’s just it dear human, nothing is outside of you. All and everything is inside of you. The universe is in you. You are not in the universe. All, all, all, my dear human is a mirror. A reflection. Of you, you, you. You are me, I am you, we are us, we are they, they are us.

Oneness. Magic. Infinity.

I might be called Storulven, I might be your guide at times, and your times might feel like eons. But I am you. You are me. We are all aspects of The One.

Nejla, looked to her left. They were moving really fast through this valley. It felt like someone was tugging at them, pulling them through and they were not to stop. Something  had moved her to look to her left. Thick branches surrounded them on the right side, less thick, lower brush grew on the left side. She heard a noise of ice cracking. A humming sound. Like thousands of little voices singing “Om” arising through the cracks in the ice on the other side of the bushes.

“Go, go, go!” Ricky shouted. His pack was moving faster than ever. He turned his head looking back at Nejla and The Crew. “Pick up speed sister dear! Now!”

The Crew sped up. Nejla felt a slight tingle in the back of throat, a slight jump of the heart in to higher gear, for the first time since she embarked on this trip of allowing the journey to unfold. To her left a huge light shone, like fire.

The Fire Dragons had woken up. 

Little sparks of wisdom had collectively opened up the portal of centuries thick ice. 

The air filled with fierce, sparkling Fire Dragons.

Cecilia Götherström, December 17th 2021.