Dec 10th / The Promise, Part 10

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”Melvinia. Melviniaaaa. Wake uuuuup”, a soft voice was whispering me out of sleep. I openend one eye. Fox was there, next to Jake the yellow necked mouse.

”The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don´t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don´t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don´t go back to sleep.”

”Reciting Rumi as a wakeup call are we?”

They both smiled and nodded vigourously at me as Raven flew in through the opening.

”Awake are we? Pardon the pun!” he croaklaughed so hard he had to make a frontflip not to fall flat on the ground.

I sat up. The smell of coffee and scones cooked over open fire flowed through the door of the kåta, blendend with the scent of a very cold, crisp morning. Yes!!!

The morning sun was working it´s rays across the crusty snow, shining through in on floor clad in pine twigs.

I got out of the sleeping bag, pulled the anorak over my head, got my arctic pants on, laced up my näbbstövlar, popped my head out and took in the fresh air with the longest inhale ever.

Wizard and Grey were immersed a deep conversation regarding the aligment of the stars in December of 1088 as the coffee was boling over on the fire .

”GoodmornigStar Gentlemen”. I could not help myself.

”Top of the morning to you”, Wizard replied faster than a smash from the net during Wimbledon finals. Grey stretched out and yawned.

As I sat there with White Wizard and Grey Wolf, Raven, Fox and Jake, watching the morning star rising as one with the slow moving sun just above the treeline I felt what I can only describe as pure, true joy from inside for the first time in a long, long time.

”You might think that circumstances and the place where you are right now is what makes you feel like this dear child.” Whites voice came not through my mind this time but from behind me. Tears of joy froze instantly on my cheeks as I met her gaze from the pile of snow she´d built . ”It is not. You made a choice. You let go of what was not yours to hold. Of what had been piled on you. Of the conditioning of ”this and that is your duty”. Through that you made a choice to walk through the round open door every time you feel yourself falling. You made an active choice to be happy my child. You did.”

Cecilia Götherström, Dec 10th 2018

 

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Dec 7th / The Promise, Part 7

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The name kept coming into my mind, ringing, moving to the background again, lingering in the forefront, drifting away. Was I hearing it or was I not hearing it? I knew that you can only imagine what you have already experienced on some level, in whatever dimension or lifetime, so I could not bush it away by thinking I imagined it.

Like a soft veil the name drifted, whispered through my conciousness. Like a very thin, very ancient memory, bound to a thread so strong it was still present. Like the whiff of a scent which moved like a soft wave on endless waters, it lingered.

At her well Urd had instructed us to heal piece by piece, bit by bit to reach The Promise. That there was no turning back from healing right now. That ripping off the layers was to happen or else it would not be a New Earth. Old Earth was dying. New Earth was imminent. But who would go there? Who would be left behind? New Earth was calling. The 9 women and the 9 trees at Urd´s well had sent us all ahead to heal the wounds, to open the golden promise, each for themselves and through that for  generations before and ahead of us. New Earth was calling everyone. If not everyone could hear, those who could hear would need to fulfill their promise and through that spin silver weaves to carry the others through.

”You see”, Urd had said. ”All is connected. Everyone are connected. Man, spirit, rock, water, fire, air, growth, fourleggeds, winged ones, swimming ones, bugs, earth, everyone, everything. A broken web is no use. Not here, not there.”

Grey the Gangly, Fox of course, Raven – and naturally Owl, as now there was no Raven without Owl and no Owl without Raven – Jake and myself were heading down through the forest towards the High Lake. White Wizard and White Wolf were travelling at higher altitude. We would all catch up and regroup later.

Glimmering snow fumes were climbing up from the forest floor further ahead, between the pines. It was windy. Like silverflakes the soft fresh snow whirled from High Lake , building a large bank around the loch. As we left the trees behind us we saw that the gust seemed very local, centered around a spot at the south side of High Lake, where the river from the glacier entered in to the wide waters.

What made the wind blast that hard just there?

Raven croaked, pointed with his right wing upwards. A gigantic white dragon, so allmighty it covered the entire sky, was making the snowcrystals dance while composing gigantic patterns on the ice covered lake. She curled her back, aimed with flashed jaws. Within seconds she´d painted the ornament Urd had shown us in the well up among the cedars.

”Look”, the dragon wheezed. ”Look deep, deep through the mirror of the ice. Look deep, deep , through the mirror down in the depths. Look deep, deep in to the depths of your soul. The name which have been calling you is to be found deep down, in there and in here. A silverstudded claw pointed to her own heart. You need to connect back to this energy, forgive each other and move on together simlutaneously towards your Promise”.

 

  • Cecilia Götherström , 7 December 2018

Dec 6th / The Promise, Part 6

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Underneath the cedar trees you could smell the moist from the bark, from the ground. Beneath the fresh snow lay a witness to an autumn which had been extremely wet. Rainstorms, and later hail, had ravaged the woods. Leaves had not just fallen, they had been ripped apart, brutally torn off their branches before time was ripe. The old cedars at the top of the woods were wavering in their greatness. There had been no calm before the storm. But the legends told of the calm after the storms.

Boom, boom, boom! – A rhythmic drumming souded out from the cave of Linxi.

Known as the olderst, strongest mountain in this range, Linxi held as many secrets as the glacier held wisdom.

Boom, boom, boom! . Eerie, yet warm, the sound grew closer. Out of the cave a group of nine women appeared. Drumming, moving barefeet through the mixture of soil, snow and fallen cedartwigs. A family of deer, followed by an even larger amount of reindeer started arriving from the woods below. Cedartrees and reindeer – never thought I´d see that in my life!

The women wore clothes made of hide mixed with knitted parts reflecrting the Milkyway back at the skies. On their backs a shield, each with different clan ornaments. Around their waists a belt made by the fairies of the mountains set with moonstone and granite.

They formed a circle, each one with a tree between them. Nine women, nine trees. A small rabitt jumped out from behind one of the trees, halted in the centre of the circle and started digging a hole with it´s from paws.

The digging seemed to take forever.

A soft howl.

To the right of the reindeer, just behind Mother Deer, a gangly, old grey wolf came out of the scrappy bushes. The four leggeds froze for a while. Rabbit stopped digging. The drumming picked up. Grey walked over to the rabbit, touched his black nose to the fluffy white rabbits , pushing Rabbit gently to the side. Grey started digging where Rabbit had left off.

Boom, boom, boom, booooom! – The Samoyed Knights joined in by drumming their front paws on drums laid out on the forest floor.

Then it stopped.

”There she is”, Grey spoke.

Wizard walked over. Peaked in to the ground, threw up his hands as he jumped up and down.

”Yohooo! We found it! We found her! Urd´s well, lo and behold! Urd´s well.”

 

  • Cecilia Götherström , Dec 6th 2018

 

 

Dec 5th / The Promise, Part 5

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”Melvinia, Melvinia! Wake up! This is not really the best place for daydreaming!”
I looked to my right where the tiny voice was coming from. Nothing.
”Melvinia, Melvinia! Over here!” I looked again. The same direction. Still nothing.
”Heeeeeeere!”

Next to the red flannel blanket we were all sharing a small head peaked out from a tiny snow cave.
”It´s me, Jake! The yellow necked mouse, you know!”
Now I saw him.

”Hi Jake. Pleased to meet you. How do you know my name?”
”How could I not ? This is your story. We all know you and your friends have been working on the portal for years and years and yearrrrrs with the help of all of us. Now it´s just about us helping you out to find it again so that you can fulfill your promise. Like we all have our promise to fulfill.”

He jumped up in to one of the sleds.
”It will be easier for to travel in here. As ling as you make sure them owls and them ravens keep their claws out of my back.”

”No problem”, Wizard chuckled, tucking Jack in the sled. ”Consider it done!”

Fox started rolling up the blankets. I got up to help. Dusted the snow flakes off my hands, grabbed the blankets behind the other sleds. We´d been travelling for days. This glacier seemed endlessly huge. Wizard had explained that it was important to plateau often, to acclimatize, to soak up and linger in knowing. Which is why, he told, the glacier seemed so vast the first time you visited. Based on how much you were able to let go, just be and soak in the whispers of the glacier your next trip across would be significantly shorter or longer. If you were not able to listen from the diamond in your heart it might take a whole lifetime to travel back and forth across these icy , crevasse filled plains. Most people rarely ever even made it to the glacier though Wizard said.

Today we were heading towards the woods slightly below the next mountain top, which meant a minor descent before heading up behind Linxi , the cave at the head of this giant mountain. After that heading uphill again to the upper glacier. From there it was said you could jump straight in to Ursa Major if you wished and come out on the other side.

”Just follow the North Star! Off we go!” Ralph, the chief of the Samoyed Knights took the lead.

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 5th 2018

Dec 4th/ The Promise, Part 4

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Morning. Dawn had dispelled the last remnants of starstudded darkness. A blue moring sky was making itself known behind the tree tops. We were halfway up the mountain now – myself, Raven and Fox. Sitting at the kitchen table of White Wizard, overlooking the valley, the village just down the slope, the numerous lakes lakes of which the last one mounted out in the river leading to the ocean. The waters coming down from the mountain – that is the direction we are about to head next.

”First things first though!”, Raven squawked out. ”Coffee and porridge for the two leggeds, a couple of boiled eggs for Foxie here, some of those delish pumpkinseeds and Lussebulle for me.”

A sneezing, couching noise followed by a laughter sounding like a thunderstorm rolling through the mountains dances through the hallway in to the kitchen.

Wizard is awake! I´d heard so many stories of White Wizard sleeping through many winters lately that I could not help myself feeling totally stoked he´d decided to stay awake this winter.

”Yohooooo my magic crowd!”, his voice sounded round the loghouse as he walked towards the kitchen. ”This is a splendid morning for gathering the Husky Queens, the Samoyed Knights and the little Shiba Pushers for an update on the situation up the glacier. I know it´s early hours for the snow setting, yet that ancient ice will always speak. Born of the first waters it contains all the wisdom in this world . Now that wisdom is flowing out through the melting glaciers in to the world at a speed never experienced before in the lifetimes of humans. And your DNA has become a bit lazy lately, mankind, hence forgotten how to assimilate and put this wisdom to immediate use.”

”OK?” I heard myself frowning while sipping the coffee Raven had prepared.

”You see”, White Wizard sat down at the table, his long white hair reaching down to the floor as he lowered himself in to one of his designer chairs. ”The huskies, samoyeds, shibas and wolves travel back and forth across that glacier often. The wisdom whispers as it moves. The clever lupus canines receive it through their paws, merging it with their inner knowing. If there was ever a marriage made in heaven , that´s the one! At the same time, being at that altitude means you can hear and feel the vibration of everything going on in the worlds below. And according to the last report I got there´s still a lot DNA shaking up needed. Let´s do the hippie, hippie shake! Now, where´s my coffee before we head off? ”

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 4th 2018

 

 

Dec 3rd, The Promise, Part 3

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”In wisdom there is gentleness. There is softness. There is silence. Deep within all of that lies a strength and a will which is stronger, clearer and shining more brightly than any Diamond Of The Snows ever perceived.”

She walks beside me. Her scrawny, white legs moving as if in twilight-time. Paws barely touching the ground as they shift. It as if she floats. As if she makes the space around her move as her body graciously motions through the very same air touching my face, my nostrils, while at the same time inhabiting two dimensions.

I have been told a long, long time to use my gifts. To stand on two legs, rooted in each dimension simultaneously. I have been struggling with grasping the practicalities of it. She is showing me how by just being who she is and doing what she is supposed to do. There is no doubt about her having a purpose. Ever. There is no doubt about her following her purpose. Ever. She just does it because her heart is anchored strong and her nose is pointing in that direction.

I remember the little child born into confusion. The little child who believed in the light of the world, in the diamond in the heart, in the nose pointing in the direction the diamond mapped out. The girl who came in to this world with a purpose so strong it was too much for her parents to handle. They did not know where to place this life-bubble, so it was easier to forget her. Easier to push her gifts away, to hide under the strife of daily life, to lose her just like they had lost themselves a long time ago.

This strong, beautiful, white wolf with the constant following of a fox pup had been there all along.

”Yes”, she says. ”I have been watching from a distance. From a mountaintop within. You needed to climb quite a few mountains to meet me again, but Fox has always been there. Through bushes, rivers, sandbanks, rocky roads, gold paved streets, avalanches, waveriding on the ocean, sleeping, waking, sleeping and waking again”.

”In honour of the two of us!”, I find myself gasping while smacking myself on the forehand with the palm of my hand. ”Duuuuuh! That was it all along!”

”Yes”, Wolf replied. ”In honour of you and the one walking next to you. In honour of the one walking next to you and in honour of yourself. Everyone has someone walking next to them, everyone is walking next to someone. Seing that well, that dispels the impression of there being different dimensions once and for all”.

  • Cecilia Götherström, Dec 3rd 2018

 

Never trust the picture

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OK, this is really bugging me so to the point where I don´t even know how to start writing this blog post. Things keep playing over and over in my mind, which is how it goes when we can´t let go of things us humans ☺…

This morning, late morning that is, I took the husky ladies for a walk on the beach.
Or maybe they took me for a walk ☺ ?
Either way, it was a beautiful, windy morning with storm clouds on the horizon, all shades of blues and greys of the sky meeting the different sand colours of the beach itself.

Quite early in our walk I noticed two horses further up direction north. I could not see any riders on the horses, but after some time I could distinguish people next to the horses.

“How nice”, I thought to myself. “They are out walking the horses on the beach”.

As we got closer I saw a totally different picture.

A beautiful, grey-whitish (“skimmel” you call that colour horse in Swedish) horse with a female rider in a pink vest and glasses doing what first looked like some sort of dressage dance in the sand.
Kind of side ways and backwards.

For a split second it made me think of the dance of the Lipizzaner horses at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna.
For a very split second. Maybe just a 100th of a second…

The it got very clear that this horse was being steered towards the inwards moving tide, with extremely low, pretty soft waves and the horse was shit scared. She did totally not want to get into the water.

A bit further out, at the brim of the ocean, stood a dark brown horse with a girl dressed in dark coloured riding clothes, looking really confident with a camera around her neck.

It was quite obviously a photo shoot session for whatever reason on the beach with horse and rider and the horse did not want to get in to the moving water.

People had stopped to watched. Not many, but a few.
After all it was Thursday morning early October and people have to work 9-5 too right?

Dark Horse Girl got Grey Horse Girl to come up closer – told her something which could not be heard over the wind – and Grey Horse Girl whipped her horse real hard.

OK, I am not a horse person.
I know zilk about horses.
I took 12 riding lessons when I was 11 and was scared most of the time.
The past years I have been on a horse back for about 30 minutes all together, with my sister who is a Natural Horsemanship practitioner and her extremely calm horse.

But I am an Animal Communicator and a Reiki Master. I have spoken to a lot of horses the past 4 years of that career, I have shared Reiki moments with lots of these beautiful beings. And I am an Earthling. Like all species on this planet. Earthlings all experience fear, pain, joy the same way through the nervous system . It is scientifically proven even.
And that was not a slight touch with the whip to steer the horse in the direction you want it to go – it was “smack, smack” and the horse got even more agitated. It moved sideways, tried to move its head.

Grey Horse Girl got her horse closer to Dark Horse Girl.

Dark Horse Girl got her whip out and 5 times whipped Grey Horse on the ass, so loud you could hear it over the wind, leaving marks I could even see from the at least 25 or more meters away where I was standing.

I got shocked.
People left.
The people who stayed obviously approved of this.
Or did they?
I don´t know.
I did not ask them, so how could I know?

I gathered the husky ladies to go up and talk to the two girls on the horses.

Grey Horse Girl was taken off by Grey Horse a bit up the beach. More whipping and Grey Horse turned back.

It seemed Dark Horse Girl was in charge so I got ready to walk up to her and talk to her.

I had this plan of introducing myself and letting her know I am an Animal Communicator, offering to help or explain what was going on from Grey Horse´s perspective.

As I went through this in my head Grey Horse made it clear that she wanted to run back and forth up the stretch of sand where they were taking the pictures, and that she this way would be able to proceed in to the water after a while. In her way.

She showed me an experience where she had been forced in to a river, the currents were really strong and caught some of the horses and they all got swept quite a bit down river before they made it up safe and sound with riders and all on the other side of the river bank.

I was going to go up to Dark Horse Girl and let her know.

She came towards us.
Gave Dark Horse to a lady on the beach.
The lady gave her a look saying “what? Me?” and Dark Horse Girl said “she is really nice”. In German.

The lady proceeded to answer and all of a sudden Dark Horse Girl said in German “I only speak German, no other language and I need to have a smoke”.

Grey Horse Girl was having heavy problems further up the beach with Grey Horse, the whipping getting more intense.

Another split second decision – Grey Horse needed whatever help she could get right now.

I had been thinking of more options – not just talking to Dark Horse Girl , but to call Animal Protection and get them down on the beach , reporting what was obviously animal abuse, calling the police even, filming and sharing on social media… It is amazing how many thoughts and ideas you can force through your mind in a matter of a few minutes.

I walked towards Grey Horse and Grey Horse girl with the husky ladies.

I raised my right hand to draw the Reiki symbols – first for emotional healing and peace, then for physical strength.

I got contact with the horse
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I told her “You are a beautiful being, you are strong, you can do this, the water has no power over you, the stupid human being on your back has no power over you, she is actually totally unintelligent and dumb (yes, I know this is not the way a yogi should speak, not a constructive way of saying things but I was really upset and angry and cannot pretend that was not the case), you are beautiful, you are strong, you have purpose, I love you.”

I kept saying “you are strong, you are beautiful, you are wise, you are needed, I love you” out loud even for quite some time while asking Reiki energy to be with Grey Horse. Drawing the symbol for healing the soul.

She ran back and forth next to the water, she then went in to the water and continued to run in the sometimes ankle sometimes knee deep sea for her, up and down the same route.
Beautiful!

“You are strong, you are beautiful, I love you, you are better than any human treating you that way, I love you”.

I kept talking to Grey Horse, Akasha and Elsa sat down in the sand watching it all.

People were walking up and down the beach taking photos of the beautiful couple in the sea.
The human and the horse.
Nature.
Little did anyone know what it took to get that scene.

It made me wonder right then and there, and I also wish I could have had a chance to ask that question to Dark Horse Girl and Grey Horse Girl if one – do they hit their children, their friends and parents too to get them to do what they want?
Two – when you publish that picture of you on Facebook or Instagram, galloping through the waves, most likely sharing that it is a moment to remember – is it really? Are you proud of your actions leading up to creating that so called picture perfect moment?
Three – What are you afraid of? Would you like anyone to force you to do what you are afraid of through violence, or would you rather somebody helped you with patience, gentleness and understanding so that you could flourish once you have managed to conquer one of your fears?

I don´t know why things happened the way they did today when it comes to my own reactions and behavior, next time I am calling the police.

For anyone in The Netherlands, that is 114 when it comes to animals whether it is animal police or animal ambulance.

And the picture below is from this morning too.

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