Dec 1st – The Promise, part I

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”And so it begins…”
With amber eyes she caresses every movement my mind makes, living in the depths of my soul as she speaks. With the voice of a mother she holds my intention in hers.

”Outside the comfort zone, new challenge is what it may feel like,” she hums.
” Going deep within, taking on the Journey to fulfill the ancient promise is what it really is. Go my child. Go to come home.”

The wind is suddenly picking up, icy air is turning my ears in to frosty red bundles. My lovikavantar protecting my hands from the cold.

Right here, right now, there is nothing strange at all about sitting in between her front paws, her entire wolfness envelopping me with a beauty my heart has never witnessed before. Right here, right now, the fact that this fluffy raven and I are about to go on what will be a very, very long hike is anything but strange.

”So”, the white wolf whispers. ”You have been here before. It´s the 7th year. 21 days. It is time. They are all here. Meru, Nisse, Bertil, Pe, the dragons, the giants, the trolls, the little people, everyone. 7 years you queens have been building this portal. Dragging stones, moving and planting roots, digging deep, decorating with dreams, wishes, strength, power. Overwon despeair, dis-ease, grief, moved mountains to get this portal ready. With your magic you have ornamented thesed doors in 4 different ways while remaining as one. It is time to open the gateway. To merge with what is on the other side. To look all your fears in the eye to be able to turn them in to gold. In to gold and silver dust.”

She changes the seat of her paws, softening her gaze, allowing for the moon and the stars to glow through her white coat as she lightly yawns before capturing me in her eyes again.
”These dances have been going on since ancient times, like the swirling breath of of the winter hunters”, she continues. ” Since ancient times some have listened, some have stayed, some have returned, others have not. This time we need to return all together. This time there will be no veil. We all have to do this together. It´s a choice to save not just what we have but what we truly are. It is our last chance to create this New Earth, through returning to the ancient wisdom.”

I know it is time to go. Time to pick up and leave. It is not that I am dreading it, it is more like ”Why? Why is December 1st always the beginning of the next big move? Why can it not just be a soft, glittery, curly and gentle way into the favourite season of the year?”

Raven chuckles. ”You´re funny”. Flapping her wings. ”You know soft, fluffy, gentle and all that won´t go down at all with that inner spirit of yours. We will fluff enough in between journeys, I promise. But now we really have to embark.”

– Cecilia Götherström, Dec 1st 2018

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Elsas blog 21/10 2013

Elsa

Hi dear Elsa, what do you want to talk about, blog about, tell people about today?

About flowers, butterflies and “airy-fairy” things like that.

Because they dance, they don´t question, they just grow, they “joy”, they fulfil and dance.

Why is it so hard to get into the heads of you humans that you too are here to grow, to blossom, to fertilize, to flow in what is, to follow nature?

First you are a seed, the seed of pure potential.
And that seed did not come out of nowhere. It can from another flower, another plant.
The pure life force was shared there, from one to the other, from one to the next.

You are cared for.

A seed cannot just sprout from being a seed. You are embedded in nutritious, warm, motherly soil.
You get rained on, the roots start to grow and as your nails, your feet, your roots, your paws, your whatever-you-call-them sinks deeper into Earth – be it stone, sand, mush, soil, gravel, swamp or whatever – you open up more and more.

You poke your head through the surface and “bling” – there´s the sun!
Warming rays, heavy winds, even cold blizzards and hail storms love you, nurture you, shape you.

And what do you humans do then?

A lot of you stop there – stagnate, get stuck in what you call “the scars of the shaping”, waging a war of bitterness on the cold blizzards next to a desperate search for a forever-and-always-only-love-of-the-sun.
= Out of balance!

Open yourselves up, show your petals, receive with gratitude whatever comes in – rain, storm, sun, shower, hail, draught, soft breeze, mist, snow, daybreak or twilight.

You won’t wither and die.
That life force is in the seed even when the flower, the plant shrivels into a dry sheet.
That is the very moment when it releases it’s seeds, when the life force is expanding, is spreading!

May the force be with you!

Elsa