Cecilia/ Elsa's Song, Dec 19th 2021

 Elsa opens her book of magic. The pages of the book allowing her to follow it all simultaneously.

 

Her humans love connecting them all through the threads of gold.

 

Disa and the Wind Dragons moving north.

 

Nejla, Ricky, Starlight, Tuva, Kriya, Maddy, Thor, Kabir, Storm and Wolfie leaving their sleep as the Fire Dragons carry the light of the morning sun their way, tickling their eyes. It will  be time for them to move further north in a short while.

 

Alabaster leaving the valley behind, heading north, back to the upper ranges.

 

Isa, the spark of Isness, residing in all places at once, her light the strongest in the North disguised as the North Star.

 

Starlight, perching at the opening of the Northern Cave. The Queen of Snowleopards watching the storm clouds coming in as the rest of her pack move further inside the cave.

 

Watching them all moving, Elsa paints a picture, sending a message through to Nejla.

 

“You will need to be the one changing your energetic signature. Taking charge of it. Only you. Remember as well,  you might want to begin by noticing how you move through space. What you leave in your backwaters. What is emanating out through your backwaters. How you meet the current in front. Intent is your strongest key.”

 

Elsa takes a deep breath, continues. “The resonance you leave behind becomes your energetic signature in that space in time in that moment. And we all know now that time is a spiral. Which is why you can travel back - or forwards – to places, spaces, dimensions and times to change the energetic signature you deposited there as well as intend – aka  program – the energetic signature of what you want to call in.”

 

“See! That’s what I told you!” Nejla hears Isa’s voice dancing in the skies. “Magic is a choice!”

 

Elsa closes the book. She knows she can always play the music, her song, on the heartstrings with or without the book. She just likes opening it up once in a full moon to have a physical overview.

 

Alabaster hears a gentle song, philligraphing its way up through the crevasses of the upper ranges glacier. “Elsa’s song!” His heart skips a beat. His paws feel younger. He moondances his way the last kilometre towards his packs resting grounds. Being welcomed by their glimmering eyes in the winter night.

 

“Elsa is singing!”, one of the pups is jumping with excitement, placing himself in between Alabasters front paws. “It’s Elsa’s Song, dad! Elsa’s Song!”

 

-               Cecilia Götherström, 19 December 2021.