Akasha’s weekly blog message 8/6 2015;

Akasha

What would you like to share this week, Akasha?

That the world is the world and not the world as people see it as their world.

That the world is really so much bigger, so much larger, so much vaster than you could ever imagine and when you fail to focus in on the small things – the things and practices that really matter – that is when you fail to see the larger whole.
That is when it feels like your world is caving in, like you don´t understand anything, like the stars are falling out of the sky and not shining for you any more – just because you don’t see them.

When was the last time you looked at the stars in the awe and wonder over that they are just there? That they do their thing and that you can take part in all that from “down here” – actually because you are “in here”.

The stars in your heart won´t shine unless you recognize them as stars. Unless you recognize your part as the small and the large universe.

Actually, it is as simple as that unless you recognize nothing is gonna happen, nothing is gonna work out, nothing is gonna fix itself, nothing is gonna simply.
Recognize you do by taking a look next to you, by feeling in to and leaning in to the space, by breathing, by breath-taking.
Ay?

Now go, go recognize , go say “wow, wonders”, go see miracles, go see that all matters at the same time as nothing matters. You decide what matters and why. Then you find the beyond or open up the door for the beyond to find you.
You can´t wish yourself there. You have to do something, and it starts with choosing.

Love, light and all that ;-).

Akasha

Akasha

A tribute to my dear Akasha, without whom I would not be on this journey of discovery, change and adjustment. ;

Looking into your deep brown eyes, I don’t see the questions of life,
I see the answers.

Observing your strong body, I don’t see reluctance and stubbornness,
I see focus, love, devotion, dedication and passion.

A passion tied to the core of life,
the core of nature,
the core of Being.

To the core where instinct and knowing are one and the same,
where we cannot do anything but love, share and follow our hearts.

Where we live life to the fullest,
where the spark of life glows and it’s flame is undefeatable, even when you are sleeping.

In your Being there is a peace, a union, a knowing, a wisdom.
A wisdom which just is, which allows for that to be
what already is.

You are my guide.

You are my heart.

You are my innermost core.

You are a part of my soul, my essence, my Being.

What is my souls journey?

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In our Writer’s Circle today, Niamh gave us the theme “What is my souls journey”, which we wrote while the shamanic journey drum was playing in the background for 15 minutes.
We were all in awe of what our pens brought out, and if it had not been for the feedback and direct interpretation of my dear writing friends Jo, Kathy and Niamh I would still be a “sitting question mark”.

Drumming heartbeat, taking me away,
Shimmering, vague, strong and eerie at the same time.
Where are we going, where are we going?

To your deep destination, deep within.

White wolves and white wizards.

We are all journeying together.

It is denser, more tangible, yet strangely see through.
Magic.
Lots of outside “noises”; phones going off, dogs fighting cars
– They are here but yet not here.

We are on the other side of the veil.

There we go again…
…travelling on a soft, sheer, white piece of silk.
Journeying further away, but still here.

White wolves and white wizards.

Stars on a bright dark sky.

Time to save the planet, to save the cold.

Snow glimmering in the night,
harsh, frozen crystals like stars on the forest floor.
Feet gliding above the snow.
Stars brighter, sky more velvety black.

The message is breathed out through steamy voices;

go, go, go,
flow, flow, flow,
let flow do, do, do.

Sit in your own stillness, coolness,
like the white wizard.
Roam the snowy fields and the barren lands
like the white wolf.
Move among people
like the blue wizard, the grey wolf.

Observe, communicate, transform.

The veil will get thinner,
white will meet grey.

There is song there,
creation, celebration, mysticism and reality.

Through the cold from the north comes a new birth.
Icy waters from glacial places, cleansing.

Bring out the light, the creativity.
Share it.

White wizard, white wolf are here to not retreat
but to merge.

Icy waters wash in the spring.
Slow spring,
flowers breaking the cracks in the granite wide open.
birthing towards the sun.

Feel the sun warm the grey,
the granite, the city,
the smog, the dirty waters.

Blue wizards bring green.
Green brings clarity, cleanliness,
new.

High waves washing the shores,
washing the mind.
New white Earth springing from the ocean.

Deer roaming wild, poets living their mind,
white flowers, old people, smiling children.
Blue, light blue cities.
Dawning light.

Expectation. No fear,
just curiosity and joy.

What is to come, what is to come….?

Cecilia Gotherstrom, July 2012