Sacred.

Part 2. December 2^nd 2020.

 “Deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned, deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned, deep in the Celtic heart no stone is left unturned.”

 

Josephiel was singing as he was turning the stones in his crystal cave. The ancient white dragon had been awakened two days ago, 21 full days before his presence in this particular awakened state should be requested according to the ancient calendar. This state was by the way “far below” the dimension he usually abided in. 

A whispering “turn the stonesssss……turn the stonesssssshhhh….” had gently breathed in to his consciousness two eves ago and he knew immediately what to do.

 

Even though he had been looking forward to hanging the entire 21 days at his ancestors table, he also enjoyed being “called back”. You see, that was, or is, Josephiels sound – everything put in front of you is there for you. It is how you handle what is there which makes the difference.

 

“Deep in the celtic heart, no stone is left unturned….”

 

He was turning over opal, onyx, moonstone and rosequartz at the western part of the cave. With every turn the vibration of each stone moved more forcefully out in to the ether than if the stone just lay there still.

 

“Just like us”, Josephiel said as he talked to the stones. “When we move, when we act, we create a force. Whether that force is spreading sparkle or doom depends entirely on how many stones we’ve turned in our hearts.”

 

He came to a sudden halt. Sensing a presence in the cave. Different from the presence of the crystals. Different from the presence of his own breath. He shifted his awareness down his neck, sensed in to the air with his wings, moved the tip of his long tail to be ready just in case.

 

Usually he could always feel how many stones had been turned in the heart of whomever came near. This time there was only presence. He’d never sensed that before. Or had he?

 

He turned around slowly. Still a bit on edge.

 

He saw nothing. Smelled nothing. When he tasted the air there was nothing unfamiliar to be detected.

 

Josephiel moved past the mountain of moonstones he’d just turned, blinked a few times with his large dragon eyes at what was in front of him. He realized he looked in to the largest Fire & Ice crystal he had ever met. As large he himself was when he stood up straight on his front paws.

 

He looked in to the crystal expecting it to mirror himself as it was so clear and bright.

He had to move closer, look deeper in to the clearness.

What was that? Deep, deep snow. Fir trees. Wind. Movement at the back of the glen between the trees.

Was that a whisper right there?

 

 

 

 

 

Cecilia Götherström, 2 December 2020