warrior

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No more

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He might look like a young, innocent,  devoid of experience, warrior, but he held the wrath and protection of his ancestors. They held his back, his flanks, his future. He walked in their footsteps. In his own way.

The silvery mist was coming off his cape, latched to his shoulders by heavy ornamented armour. His dragon may well be sleeping yet he felt her waking presence. Through the dimensions they were always side by side. One mind. One soul. One being.

Why was it so hard for us humans to live in all dimensions all at once? he asked himself. Why did greed, hatred, fear, possession set as if in stone in this un-magical cold, non sensing world if ours?

The world where we fought over things, countries, people without knowing why. There really was a darker force out there feeding in to all of this.

He moved his hand through his thick, blond hair. Decided then and there to never look back. To always look in to and for those other dimensions from this moment on. To notice where he was being pulled in to the dark, to notice where the scheming seemend to be winning, to notice when it felt like there was no way out.

Love. Faith. Trust. Faith. Trust. Love.
They are all one and the same force.

Faith.

Look. Notice.

Be NoBody, NoOne, NoThing. Tread the paths of the threads between dimensions. Will to see them. Want to live them. There. Bring them in here.
That is magic. That is the magic.

There is no difference between living it, seeing it, being it. It´s there. Just open the eyes. Open the senses. Feel it. Then speak.
Before that words just block.

Sense it. Then speak. From there. From that place.

His father looked over his back.
”Son, my sword is yours. It will cut through all you don´t know that you don´t know, as well as all that which stands in the way. Use it. Sense. Listen. Look. Use it from that place. Now go.”

Cecilia Götherström, October 23rd 2018

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In my heart of hearts I

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In my heart of hearts I
hear music
sing to my soul

In my heart of hearts I
am music

In my heart of hearts I
spill in to the world of creation
like a brittle waterfall,
a whiskering wind,
like a tone of love,
of wildness,
of quaking wisdom
shivering out of my bones

In my heart of hearts I
know who I am

In my heart of hearts I
melt into the mother,
become the father

In my heart of hearts I
am the speck of oneness,
the soul who is the muse,
the giver of joy,
simultaneously

In my heart of hearts,
there is no stopping me,
No boundaries,
no beginning,
no ending,
in my heart of hearts

In my heart of hearts I
look deep into the brown-yellow eyes
of the enormous white wolf
in the mirror
looking back at me,
eyes full of tenderness,
eyes full of knowing,
soul full of worship

In my heart of hearts I
come home
to who I am,
to who I was,
to who I am to be,
simultaneously.

Cecilia Götherström, Nov 5th 2015
Thank you Roger Housden for the writing prompt!

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The Song Of Me

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The Song of Me,

flies over snow covered mountains,

sings a spring time creek to its cover.

The song of me,

crosses hearts and barriers,

opens, moves and births.

 

The song of me,

is for no one else to sing,

but to blend in to

the song of all of us.

 

The song of birth, of cry, of worship,

of destinations

time and again.

 

The song of me breaks open,

moves crystals and rocks

into blessings.

 

The song of me cracks open,

that which is to be said,

to be done,

to be laid down,

to be rendered,

reunited,

rewed,

regained, retwined, regranded.

 

The song of me,

sings to the eyes of the soul

to the song of the gods

the eyes of the stars.

 

The song of me is the soul,

the spare, the twining twister,

the ever splendid galaxy of tears,

of joy,

of magic,

of serenity,

of wisdom,

of class and doom.

 

The song of me

is mine to sing,

thine to hear,

ours to twine

and twine and twine.

 

The song of me,

is of me strong,

of me being creation,

of me being all.

 

The song of me,

is of All.

 

The song of me

is you,

the you that is not

as me is.

I am

the song of me

 

Divine

 

 

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Cecilia Götherström, Gävle 13/3 2015

 

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Path of this warrior

Today I had a thrust of inspiration to start this blog.

The inspiration did not come out of nowhere, though the thrust did.

Warriorship has followed and intrigued me my whole life, as far back as I can remember .Or I could also call it a constant fascination with and an attraction towards warriorship – be it the Samurai, the Shaolin Monks of Kung Fu Shaolin, the Haka, the Bhagavad Gita, Yoda of Starwars even.

What has drawn me in the most has had nothing to do with fighting, but all to do with presence, perserverance, a sense of deep seated wisdom, of purpose , of belonging and knowing. Of standing “your ground”, knowing it is actually “the ground” which you are part of.

A strength not merely physical, but omnipresent.

The road to this day, to the beginning of this first aware step on this path has been long, diverse and winding.

Just like the Yoga Sutras by Patanjali begins with “atha yoga anusasanam” – where “atha” stands for “now” and the complete sutra is saying “now, the instruction of yoga” – I feel, for the first time, that I am standing ready, somewhat prepared, almost thrusted forwards to walk this path.

“Atha yoga anusasanam” – these words are spoken to us by Patanjali for the moment after the student has done all the preparations necessary to embark down to path to really learn and receive the instructions of yoga.

“Atha” – the real path of this warrior begins now .

How auspicious one might say that I was presented with this thrust of inspiration today, the very day I had finished quite a process of clearing out old garbage and finally felt a tad bit cleaner .

The very day I had finally in my heart understood the essence of one of my favourite passages of the Bhagavad Gita which goes “Set thy heart upon thy work , but never on its reward. Work not for a reward , but never cease to do thy work”.

The very day I for the first time completely understood with every fibre of my being the essence of the saying “All that exists is the Now, this very moment. Nothing else exists, nothing else is real”.

The very day I thought I found the root to Joy, to Being, to just live in the Now, to do my work whatever that may be at that very moment.

That today, would also be the day of my first attending the Stay Away/Krav Maga course.

“Atha”/Now, as part of the first step on the “path of this warrior”, I was being presented with the information on how the workings of our “day-to-day-programmed-for-survival-and-what-we-call-social-interaction-minds” really should be interpreted through a clear looking-glass . How the “predator – prey” jungle out there, which we call daily life, actually works.

Oh, how many, if not all, situations laid out I recognized from my own life, my own personality – and we all did, as they were everyday situations to start with.

How it made me see situations, conversations and interactions from a completely different angle, many from an almost complete opposite view.

A warrior’s view sees all, without attachment. There is no judgment, just knowing.

In the Bhagavad Gita the mind is pictured as the battlefield by many commentators, and life as the battlefield by others. But what is the difference between life and mind?

Mind interprets life.

Life programs mind.

The warrior sees from “behind” the mind.

The very clear instruction in this Stay Away/Krav Maga course today started with seeing “behind” what we call life. Behind the mind.

To do that, the instruction was to understand “the mind” of the other person in connection with your own mind and vice versa.

The battlefield, once again.

The confrontations with “myself” were many this first lesson.

Some situations mentioned took me back to a past when things really went wrong, but then came “it does not exist anymore, all that exists is Now” back in.

Standing up for myself and holding my space felt extremely awkward at first, not helped by the fact that I know, and am fond of, all three instructors – but then came “set thy heart upon thy work…” And my work was to learn what was being taught in that moment.

So, the second trembling step on this path was taken.
“Atha” is now behind me.
The journey has begun.

I salute my fellow travellers.

A-ho.

March 13th 2014

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