The cold, cold mist touched Nejla’s face as she began her morning ceremony. The grass was still wet, the mist felt cleansing. It was nevertheless still too warm. For snow she would have to travel north. To the land of White Buffalo.
It was time to prepare.
He sensed her weaving in the morning shadows. The first threshold she would need to cross was to be-come The Adventurer.
She and The Adventurer were TwinSouls. One soul shared in two Be-ings. Through the mirror portals of others she could see sparks of The Adventurer as she saw flickers of herself. She would need to embody the knowledge that speaks. In every thought, movement and breath. Be-come.
Nejla was ready. She felt nervous, yet she had never felt more ready in her whole life. There was so much clarity in this morning mist. Clarity which last night had started to show its silhouette. It had just been a matter of letting go through Dreamland during the night.
“To sleep on it”, very valuable advice from her grandfather. “To let the night chew and churn away, like the cows alchemizing the grass in to milk”, was how grandpa used to explain it.
That first morning breath held a promise. It whispered “Sacred Fierceness”. She felt the pull of The Adventurer inside her whole Be-ing. All dimensions, all these writings, these tidings were coming together as one.
As she had tiptoed down the stairs on her way for the morning ceremony, noticing the keys in the front door, she had heard a voice saying “I gave you that. All the keys. Now, use them!”
He made his way up the last part of the hill alone. The pups were still sleeping. Mums, dads, brothers and sisters would be waking up gently as soon as the first ray of morning sun touched the Silver Rock. This was to be a journey through the seen and the unseen for her. He wanted to connect his inner eyes to hers.
There it was. The spot where he could peak over the ridge in to the next valley. The valley where what once was a small village had slowly spread out to become a town, now bordering on the definition of city.
A sliver of starlight fell on the rock, reflecting back in to his eyes.
Nejla felt something gently touch her forehead, like a kiss of rain. It felt warm and sparkly.
Cecilia Götherström, December 6th 2021
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