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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Clear Communication

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This morning we were going to look at a house.

As we parked the car in front of the house in question, just at the same time the real estate guy was at the door unlocking it, I said to Akasha & Elsa – the two beautiful gifts of dogs in our lives seated in the back of the van – ;
“OK, you ladies are with me now as eyes and ears and let me know what you think, whether this is the house or not for us ”.

I was very conscious of what I was doing as I was saying this, my intent was clear, communication was clear. I was also very clear in my mind about why I wanted to involve the husky ladies straight away in this.

Minutes later I must admit I had totally forgotten about what I consciously had communicated to and asked Akasha & Elsa to do just before.
Hubby and I entered the house, nice hallway with stained class windows, beautiful kitchen with wooden floor, lots of natural light. We were taking the house in, plus and minuses being scanned and the mind ticking away with observing and thinking – putting all information in to different boxes of “good”, “bad”, “needs to be fixed”, “great”, “hmmm” and more.

As I turned and walked towards the large French doors facing the garden it was as if I was literally hit by somebody pushing me back. Somebody was communicating “no way!”. Followed by “waaaaaay too small and waaaaaay too cold”.

I tried picturing the garden with more green, with maybe even grass but the picutres were blocked every time I tried.

So we went back indoors. Time to check the upstairs.

Beautiful old fashioned wooden stairs leading to the upper floors.

The second I looked up the stairs and put my foot on the first step there it was a again – a very clear, sudden and almost pushy “Forget it! Stairs are way too steep for both of us!”

As I walked through the rest of the house with my husband, adding to the plus and minus list, listening to real estate guy, checking stuff no more information came in as clear as that but I knew already that this would not be the house – and that “just” because of the garden and the stairs.

It was not until we were outside again, sitting in the car that I realized that of course that information came directly from Akasha & Elsa.
As always in Animal Communication, information came in clear and smack on – like a flash of lightning from a blue sky. It had a totally different quality that my own noticing and making list while sorting out the information as we were going through the house.
The information from the husky ladies was like “no doubt”, totally lucid and soooooo obvious.

The information put together by my thinking mind was totally a sum of analyzing, of processing.

So again, whenever you communicate with animals and nature – whether animals living with you, the nature right on your doorstep or animals and nature further away – you know that it comes from them when you realize the quality of how the information comes in. Clear, lucid, no doubt in the way it is communicated.

Thank you Akasha & Elsa for today!

Now

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One of my Swedish pieces which I tried translating to English just now;

The Earth is not yours,
it is ours.

The Woods are not yours,
they belong to everyone.

The Tundra is not Norwegian, Swedish, Finnish, Russian….
it is Wolfarian, Bearian, Reindeerish, Wolverinish…

The Waters do not just refresh you,
they are feeding us all

There are no “lone wolves”,
there are packs

Look into my eyes,
we carry the same soul

You,
Me,
Her,
Mother Earth

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2012