Craft and Way made their way through the last part of the pine woods. Just in front of them,a bit further down, a silvery glow of the rising moon reflecting in the water. At the opening of the woods they could both see Star and Wizard moving as if floating above the pebble beach. A play of the reflections of gently moving dark blue water, slippery grey stones, sacred moon and morning light.
A tired morning howl to their right. A pup.
“Who are you?” Red called out to the pup.
“Who am I?”, the pup replied. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would tell me. That’s why I’m here. To find out who I am. Aren’t we all?”
“Cheeky little pup”, Red beamed. “Of course I know who you are now, and you know yourself too.”
The little bundle rolled around with laughter, jumped on to all fours again, got close to Red to tag along with them.
“Ooooooooommmmm, aaaaaaaauuuuuuummmmm, ooooooommmmm”, the sound of the Eternal Om started rising out of the holes in the field of the singing ice.
“Dawn of Dragons, we are here.”, Wizard poetically sang.
There they stood. Five wolves. A girl. A wizard. A dragon and a reindeer.
Time stood still. Everything was breathing, moving, pulsating with life and purpose. Yet time was not there. “Difficult to explain but it was just how it felt”, Dawn would explain to her friends much later.
“Sssssssssshhhhhh…., focus, listen, connect, Being”, Star whispered.
“Where are our moonstones?”, Red asked.
Meru proceeded to get the basket out from underneath the only birch tree on the whole beach – the one called “the misplaced tree” by the humans in the valley – in which he and Dawn had gathered all the pinecones and the two polar-moon-stones.
They all grabbed the pinecones, started laying them out in a circle on the rocky beach. At the north and south sections they placed the two large moonstones. Little pup had been gathering rocks on the beach, which he now placed in between the pinecones where he saw fit. He carefully positioned a red and a black stone at the east and west cardinal directions. In the center of the circle seven pinecones marked the middle.
“Process through the Soul”, a voice came out of the thin air as if the void itself had spoken. They all turned towards Star.
“We need to do some serious soul-knitting here”, Star explained. Looking at Meru a flash of golden arrows shot out of her eyes, bouncing in to each and every ones soul portals and then back, knitting the heart-ness together.
“Full Moon, we greet you. New Moon, we listen. We do have one thing to ask for though”, Wizard spoke. “We would like to ask you teach us all to look really deep, underneath the silver glow this time, please.”
The moon actually moved, as if it nodded.
Cecilia Götherström, Dec 12th 2019
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