Welcome to Saga Kraft: myths, fairytales, legends stories, comfort us, inspire us and heal us. Please join us. As we share our stories, both old and new, more than anything, we are open to the story and it’s unfolding at times. It may be one story told by one person at times it’s the same story told through three different voices.
In the end, we go where the story takes us and we invite you to follow. I’m C a writer, artist, and storyteller. I’m Betsy, a medium and teacher of mystery traditions. I’m Gabriella, an artist and practitioner of folk magic. We are magical fairy godmothers in training. Well, first of all, I want to give thanks to Odin and Saga.
I wanted to thank all of the, other of the deities and the different beings that are part of Odin’s story. I give thanks for the idea of intention, focus, sacrifice, and the creativity that, that unlocks. And I asked that Odin be present with us at this time.
I would call the Norns, too. Thank you so much for your amazing blessing and wisdom. And help me do well by you. I want to honor Yggdrasil and the wisdom of the natural world. And the wisdom of the ancient tree of every culture and how it brings us together through story through mystery, through nourishment, being able to tap into the sacred waters that run underneath and contain us I ask for the presence of healing, of these waters and the presence of the healing of the sacred tree.
As it reaches out to us. As we reach for it, it reaches back. So I honor and thank for this longing and for this exchange. Um, I give thanks to the Valkyries and. The Ravens. And as he said, the natural world, and I also give them thanks for stories that live on, like the story of living so on. And I do ask that in these strange and changing times that we invite also in welcome Saga into our midst and ask her in her craft and her wisdom to support these stories as they go out into the world, these different snapshots of this particular vision. Thank you so much for coming into my life. And I think all of our lives as well, and I’m just greatly thankful I wanted to thank all the liminal. Yeah. I want to thank our sweet, unknown listener.
Whoever you may be.
This is a story about Odin and all the magical beings that gather around his initiation. The three Swan Valkyries glided in over Yvonne holla at sunset. Wearied by nine long years of domestic captivity, they would have shouted with joy to see the shining shields of the einheriors hall still in Swan forum.
All they could do was honk excitedly, coming to a landing by the scarred purchase of Oden’s Ravens. They began their transformation back to their womanly forms. One Raven, large as a sheep. Turned its ruffled head from the direction of the few warriors left, fighting on the practice field and said, currently he isn’t here.
Don’t bother changing back. He wants you to cleanse and ready yourself for duty at Urdu as well. He did know we were there muttered old room whose gift for knowing things had prompted her to say just that repeatedly during their captive years as wives. Of course, he did said the other Raven, Moonen looking interestingly out the three between Heimdall in us.
He knows everything. Why didn’t he rescue us then said, hairball Alvita the most contentious of the three, nine years is a long time. Maybe you should have done exactly. As he said, when you said it said hook and gruffly, just because you’ve been given will doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use discretion with it.
I just wanted to see if that cowardly warrior could show some nobility before he got a free ride to ball. Holla hairball said defensively. His father’s a drinking buddy of the all father said, mooning, check those things out before you make your own decisions. Anyway, you should get going big doings going on and you don’t want to have Oden’s baleful I am just now right.
Veer off said lack of the Swan white. Thank you for your courtesy. She held onto her dignity. Even during her running waddling, start to flight, the three swans lifted off and circled above the field, looking for the hidden and magnetic pathway to the base of the world tree, where the well was situated, finding a trace of it.
300 meters of the swans pictured the well in their minds and honed in on the proper frequency, engaging with the pathway. They settled into easy flight aided by the magic of the path. Shifting worlds shifting scenery, they merged into a realm where the immense three Yik Dressel dominate the view, making the base of the tree, but it’s tangle of roots.
They side a collective sigh of relief. Or does well, a pool, never looking quite the same look, eerily the pool that had attracted them to drop their Swan coats and Bay. After a particularly gruesome battle, it was there that they had their coat stolen by three Elvin hunters, along with their means for transforming back into swans.
Unable to flee without their coats, to their horror. They felt very nature change from imperious Valkyries to docile and adoptive water as they landed beside the well that fatal disability was what they, each hoped would be washed from them in the healing and restorative waters of the ancient well of origin.
There was no sign of the Norns there, but the similar appearance of the pool indicated that the resident northerns were well aware of the Valkyries, even though it’s the off others orders that we bathed here said Lagurtha, I think we had best obeyed for days. House rules of only two swans on the pool at a time.
As a Swan’s drop there, coats and slid their gleaming bodies into the pool. Cool hair four began to look for a good place by the base of the tree for a restorative nap. As she came closer to the tree, she became aware of a curious energy emanating around the tree. Unlike the dappled sunshine around the pool, dark shadows were present under the tree, the consciousness of the tree, normally benign and somewhat draws a remote.
Felt very present, very awake and even a bit twitchy. She shed her coat, tying it around her womanly waist and noted to her surprise that her battle senses we’re opening up what is going on here. She wondered she put some money thought into picturing the rather irascible norm it’s clearly in her mind, the destiny goddesses remained stubbornly out of her sight.
I summon you nor, and she said exerting her well, a wavering transparent image of the northerns appearance was spinning a thick rope with, they look like fibers from a gallows news and shredded shrouds from corpses. Scold was cutting symbols that glowed like embers from a fire into the roots of the tree.
And was unrolling tapestries that had already been cut from their looms. As one, they all turned to hair VAR and said, get out. I can set hair for the all fathers sent us the northerns all looked at one another with raised eyebrows and as one shook their heads, then back off and stay out of the ways that Arista and don’t bother us again.
You can bathe with them, said for Dawn day over her shoulder, I relaxed my rules for this one day only her final glimpse before the NORNS disappeared from her sight. Rather as though they drew down a shade was a skull pushing some sigils far up into the corner of the tree’s trunk. These did not glow.
And as they were pushed disappeared from sight scold murmured, I’ll save these for another day. She swung her curved blade with a whistling sound hairball, hurry to the pool and said to her companions, there’s something very strange about to happen here. Actually, it has already started. She told them about her interaction with the NORNS as she entered the pool, she said, hurriedly for Donna gave me leave to enter the pool.
Lagurtha thinking it through said. Odin wants us here for something. If our battle senses are awake, we’d best be ready for anything and hope that we are doing his will said all room with a dark look at hair for, come on, let’s clean up an armor ourselves. As they said about this plan, they did not yet notice that another had come to the well, this lady glowed and crackled with vitality.
She approached the well and seeing her own luminous beauty of reflected in the well adjusted her golden necklace to best advantage and noticed with a self loving smile that in order to scribe in the well, she would have to dim her own radiance. What is he up to? Why has he summoned me? She asked the well, the pool changed its appearance.
Again, this time to that of a crystal and surface swirling with clouds. As she watched her smile faded and she scrutinized the images. She was shown scene after scene of Odin summoning, the recent dead. Most of these were below gallows, whether punishments or sacrifices, she didn’t know. She wants Tim summoning Volvos from there in tomb sleep.
She saw his commands to his bulkers to slay hero after hero army, after army. The death toll mounted. She even saw an image of Odin secretly watching her practice, her arts of side bastard, truth getter. She murmured laughing a little and frowning. She saw him throw his sphere over her people starting the first war, then prowling around the battlefield afterwards, trying to sniff out the magic of her Vanya.
She saw how many, a ruler dedicated the slain in battle to Odin. After that doing, as he did throwing the spear, she felt a stirring at her side and saw that she had been joined at the well by an elder elf, acknowledging Kim with a smile. She noted his quiet serenity. With his presence, the images in the pool changed and she saw elf after elf being summoned from within grave, mounds and questioned by Odin to give to him the secrets of the dead they’re in tuned, the wind stirred the light around the trees base darkened.
As the clouds passed over the sun, the trees started creaking and groaning shivering as branches rustled. The all father Odin phase white and set single eye glaring approach. The tree, each movement he made was heavy with his intention. It carried gung near his sphere, a length of white cloth and a sharp iron knife solidly standing before the tree.
He spoke his intent to the tree in a low growl. All the deaths. He had incited, he offered to the tree, filling his lungs. He simultaneously blew out and stab the iron knife into the tree. He placed his spear against the trees, massive trunk. The NORNS appeared instantly behind him, or that came forward and dropped a corpse news around him.
Without turning. He pulled the news down to his ankles from his neck, my way he said, I need my breath Freya moved forward, catching his attention. She nodded to him, hunger to ear. She breathed God of the hangs. She held her fist over her heart and bowed. The Swan, Bob Curry is restored to their militant regalia with Spears and hand step forward and knelt feel Ghia Amenia de Sierra said Odin to them.
Each nodded solemnly the elder elf showed himself Lord of the grave mound about. Ponderously the tree lowered a great branch with much creaking. The Ravens were already perched on the branch. Raven, God, they croaked in unison, schooled, waved her knives saying, Oh, cut you down. When it’s time for Don day tourist strip from the white cloth and tied it around his eye and socket.
The branch whipped up scattering, the Ravens and dangling Odin from its high reach, head hanging down where long bridge trailing in this manner. In silence days, past the Swan Valkyries, the Ravens and the northerns kept a vigil for him. The winds came and went sometimes crooning, sometimes shrieking.
Those closest to Odin came and went. Freya came always at dusk, pretty big eyes shining with calm, demeanor, sang to him, beloved Thor a few days later, still armored from whatever battle he’d been in gazed upon his father hanging in extremity and named him victory. God, Loki. Examining the increasing magic circling around the one eyed God called out high one while laughing, Dangler slate near on the eighth day pod.
The urban roots below Odin with three of his age, the legs at dark fall on the ninth day. Magic reaching a nearly unbearable pitch in great suffering. Odin cried out. I sacrifice myself to myself under cracked and rumble lightning split the sky Lagurtha took hold of good near fiercely, launched herself and speared Odin with it through the heart.
Oden’s hands immediately clutched the shaft of the spear. Spear God. She cried out to him. Frenzied dying, Odin swung, wildly. Scold through her blade at the corner rope and cut Odin from the tree, riving, screaming, Odin fell and continue to fall into that death. As the roots of when a great hole in the ground, the Valkyries fell to their knees.
Symbols exploded out of the roots and struck Oden’s corpse with considerable force, shocking him into an after death life. Blindfold gone, light and power blazed out of the MTI socket. Some of the glowing symbols flashed out onto the onlookers chaotic light and sounds spiraled wildly. Exultant the NORNS cried out, volunteer slaying God equipping to him forces not yet burst into the world.
That would be called runes. Songs of secret knowledge and with them, the vast wisdom and power held by the dead
I’m doing from the norms. It’s mostly for Dani, but actually some of it was, they were chiming in together sometimes and have little disagreements before settling on. So there you go. Okay. Sacrifice. There is always a thread hanging that needs to be cut, sacrifice to make sacred, to trim off the old, in order to weave in the new sacrifice death that consecrates life Odin is always discontent.
Can’t knowing enough. He has like some of you that way never satisfied. That’s the real reason he wanders. He says he needs to recruit people. Really. He just wants to know everything about everyone everywhere. Anyway, on this day he wanted to know that. Yeah. So he did, it looked like a deep purple spot on his tapestry.
Purple is the hardest color for everyone involved. So when earns, spun purple, we all knew it was going to be well interesting. And exhausting purple is exhausting in the best possible way. We were tending to the roots of big drama, feeding her the compost of life, you know, like they expressed emotions, forgiven slights, and reconciled dreams.
When we noticed Odin watching with an obsessive kind of interest, he is always that way, really, either interested or not he was staring and then he pulled out a noose. I remember one of us muttered purple. I’m not sure which one. Now it doesn’t matter. In any event, he looked at us as if we might do something, try to talk him down a bit or shoot him or covered him in dried fruit or any one of a million other things that only he would think of when we told him that we hadn’t seen the purple, but didn’t choose it.
It was or log not weird inside with really. I don’t know what he thought, but he seemed happy that we weren’t going to go rogue on him. Then it was so sweet. He asked us to walk over him. Of course, we told him that’s what we’re here for. Then climbed up into the tree to help tie the rope. So he couldn’t fall prematurely.
We’re longest, mostly her department. So we got the news, it’s all cinched up and dangling over the, well, he didn’t really seem to want the well, but we wanted to be sure that if he fell, he wouldn’t hurt himself. More than was necessary anyway, and that he would have access to creation or recreation in his case.
Then he climbed up stabbed himself with gum there, no easy task. I tell you. And there he hung day in and day out for nine days. You can in union brekkie and Gary, they all just sat there with him, guarding him. Pretty was watching him through her scrying pool. She didn’t want to add at any pressure. So sweet.
His visitors came and went mostly his ancestors. He brought him some honey cake, but he wasn’t in the eating mood. What would the spirit inside? We read? I took the cake and put it on a ledge just inside the weld. You keep it fresh until he was done. Birthday cake. Somebody brought him to me and to magical meet.
Of course you wouldn’t give a dying God, just a regular class. Now they call that the meta poetry. But it’s really more like the, me to beauty and power for us. That’s what poetry is. And he learned the spells and carved the runes. I know the room thing seems strange, but he carved them in himself. You scored them into his heart, mind and soul as he hung there.
Sometimes weeping, sometimes laughing, you know how it is when reality is too big to fit into your body and you waffle between disparate ecstasy. It was like that. At first it was slow. He’d be groaning all morning, then grinning all afternoon, but it’s set up as he dangled until at the end of it, it was hard to tell which end of the spectrum he was on.
You suspected both. On the last night, the Valkyrie has stayed with him in a candle light vigil. It was one of the most beautiful things we’ve ever seen. And we rarely agree on that kind of thing. It was well purchased night, sort of like your Halloween, but without the customs and candy, wild instinctual magic builds up all year and then breaks loose that night only to be reigned in the following day.
Unless of course it is first assumed into the body of a God. And that night it was in the morning has extended fever, broke, broke him, broke his rope, broke his makeshift gallows, and he dropped like a rock. Then like a feather truth be told until the well where he drank and drank and drank. He climbed up and out retrieving then enjoying his birthday cake.
And for one moment, and one moment only Odin was satisfied. Sacrifice releases the past sacrifice, restarts the heart sacrifice reveals the magic.
This part of the story is an honor of the sacred seeker. My first awareness is not of the tree, but of the darkness and stars of unknown origin shimmering in the distance. For nine days. Now, I must have lingered between worlds feeling the rustling of leaves around me. As I reversed myself to embrace myself and to all that have been hidden from me, I’ve had no food or drink of the living world, but the other world feeds me and quenches.
The thirst of my spirit for the longing of my soul will surely outlast the thirst of the flesh and I shall remain. Not knowing which way is up or down nor of what world I came from. I wait, suspended, reversed, undone, and ecstatic with delirium. By what sorcery have I been bound here? What treacherous winds have stolen my power and left me defenseless.
I hear it. The whistling wind mocking my confusion or is it my own laughter. Rising with the light as my heart beats loudly, like the roaring thunder desperately. I stare into the deep void and darkness around me until I see her true form, which is to my delight, the womb. And in that moment, I know it is I who bound myself to this moment.
It is I who longed for her and all her mystery and was willing to offer myself fully to binds around my feet. Unwind for, they never held me. And my position was always of the one about to fall into the abyss, which has no direction, only the entry, which is now revealed to me in all her glory, like a long lost lover.
I am embraced by her naked and longing. She is taking me in as deeply as I have, let myself surrender my dare to grasp at her swelling movements, but they have no form or move too fast for me to hold on to. Time is different here or rather it does not exist. And neither does the reason. I see so many things, most of which I cannot comprehend the sounds or shapes and shapes or songs vibrate through my very being these shapes, like dancing, like expand and collapse and begin to drift towards me and from the depth as they come closer.
I see that it is a form of a man, these shapes of cloaked. And he is me. And for me, he comes and I know there’s no escaping. Only one of us will reemerge. Only one kind of remember who shall it be? Will it be I the seeker of mystery or I, the giver of sacred markings, no time for deliberation and a timeless place.
So it has been decided. My memory of hunger is awakened. Now when my deep longing must be filled in one final breath, I devour my approaching dark self and his knowledge forever in me. That final breath is also my first breath, which has forced me out and caught me in a pool of dark water. And now I can see the tree majestic floating above me.
With a one eyed man stretched across it’s thick luminous branches. He sees me looking back at him and laughed loudly, his voice slinging like a bell of a most familiar song. Thank you so much. Those that were fun. What a beautiful marriage of three. Yes. I thought it was lovely and I really liked the way they fit in more than I thought they would.
I really feared that they were going to actually divert more than they did, but no, no. I think they were part of the top history, coatings tapestry, and the tapestry of all others who are part of that. Quite remarkable, actually. Hail Odin.
Alright. A Swan maidens. Wow. They were glorious. Thank you. That that telling was absolutely glorious. I’m really struck by the beauty of Oden’s experience as you spoke of it, Gabriela and the power of the threads of the tapestry and the way of all those threads are connecting from so many places and so many people and so many timelines and so many worlds.
And I think in this telling of the stories for me, I felt as though. It gave me a glimpse of what that experience must be like. Beautiful. Thank you. I’m feeling deeply grateful for being part of this story and for the story wanting to be told and wanting to be told that this time it’s such a potent time and a time where so many worlds are coming together and where perspective can change an entire world.
And calling someone by their sacred name as they surrender to some part of themselves that is completely unknown and terrifying to see them in that moment and to witness that is a huge blessing and a changing of the world as it was. So I kind of want to interview you as Odin. How did you feel about the people around you?
As Odin. And that moment there was no Odin. There was only the suspended one. There was only belonging. One. There was no awareness of anybody around him, around me as Odin. There’s no one else around the beings around are formless, unknown. I am unknown. I am simply waiting for something great. And I am completely lost as to why I’m waiting, but I am aware of the great care and protection.
That’s granted to me in this unknown moment. I am cared for. Well, I loved them. I thought both of yours particularly are tremendously beautiful. I’m struck by how they came together and the details were of the same story. Yet. They came together out of the dark. They were not, they were truly out, they found them, they found each other as if they were completely aware of the other being written at the same time, pulling the elements, but changing the elements enough to where they were still their own beings, their own stories.
See, what glimpse of Odin did you get through the eyes of the NORNS my feeling about Odin through the eyes of the norms was that he was a sweet boy. Like could look at our little boy has grown up.
So I felt very much like he was moving from man to God. Like this was the moment that he really became a God. And so it was almost like graduation. I felt, you know, he was going to his graduation now and everybody was a little worried, cause I know it’s going to hurt for him, but simultaneously they also know he’s going to be fine.
And I’m curious about the Swan maidens and whether their oath have changed after witnessing Odin, entering this dimension of the unknown and of the highest mystery. Great question. I mean, my sense of them was that when they arrive in the scene and behalf. They’re looking in the past that they’re nine years of servitude and they’re quickly brought into a different alignment with themselves and a remembrance of themselves, but also a taking of who they are and to some form that was much greater than that.
And I feel as though it took their relationship with Odin to a much higher level as well of gratitude. But also of, uh, in being called field. Yeah. Humming, uh, this year Odin was, is acknowledging them as part of himself asking them to have the grace to be separate from him, but so hold him in his space where he could become greater in himself as they were becoming greater in themselves too.
It was beautiful. Um, from that respect, I also, I felt as though they knew that he, we all knew that he’s sacrificed all of them and everything they had for this too, and that they accepted that. I don’t know if that answered your question or not. Absolutely. Absolutely. It just felt like it was such a shift in the story, as you were telling it, when the sacred names were being called, when everything leading up to that moment and the threads and everybody was witnessing, it just felt like something has really shifted.
Everyone was there to be taken from, to participate and especially Odin of what the ultimate sacrifice. Knowing that it must be witnessed or it wouldn’t count, or it wouldn’t be as potent. So he’s called everybody there. I mean, my story, I was surprised to see that as the runes, you know, took their hold of him, that they splashed out onto everyone who was there witnessing as well.
And that feels like a further, further entanglement of all those tapestries, but also. A sharing of the deep wisdom that all of them in their own ways have really contributed to. I love that that moment was in the story because the ruins are claimed by other gods, by other beings. And in this perspective, it brings it all together into.
Yes. They came to being because of his sacrifice and in so many ways, but also the other people who are there and the other gods who were there have given them form through themselves really, really profound. And see, I must ask about purple. Thank you. I was going to do that too. I am most I’m completely going with it because it, yes, it makes sense.
It is, it is a difficult color in many ways. It’s the most difficult color to create a fabric, which is why it was historically used for divinity because it’s very, very hard to create. That’s lovely. Thank you. Another way of signaling to him, what’s happening for him? Right. That was beautiful because what would it be like if we were able to have our minds open enough to perceive those threads while they’re forming, which can help us to see the direction that we’re going.
And so many of those threads were not only carrying him forward, but creating a form for him to do it in as well. Yeah, almost cocooning him. I really liked in all of them how he didn’t quite know what was going on because so many people, at least that I’ve heard tell the story as if you know, Oh, it is up there, been about us, but in my mind, not at least when I looked into it, for me, it was so about, he was just following his intuition and following his guidance, not combating the world.
But rather being himself, which is a way of combating the world, but not one. We usually give that kind of respect too, that intense, longing for knowledge or wisdom, but also for something greater in my seeing of it or my story, it felt like everyone who was there was drawn by that longing and.
Participated in that longing and then benefited from that longing also, but one never knows how, what exactly the benefit is going to be. That’s the great unknown. Well, and for me, this story of Odin in particular feels the most human and he feels human. And even as the story came for me, A few years ago, parts of it.
I felt connected to as a man, not as a God, as a man who in that moment knows not of his divinity, but of his vulnerability and surrender, which is his greatest asset in that moment into the ministry. So he can be fully open to it. And she reveals herself only under those circumstances. I feel like that’s so often our greatest asset is our ability to be open and vulnerable and present in the moment.
And to know when it’s appropriate to be open. And when it’s appropriate to sit up, to stand up to show up, like those are both, all of these aspects are in our birthright, too. Being in mystery and being ourselves and truly showing up. Yeah. There’s so many ways that this is the story of how Austin became.
Yeah. I think you did a wonderful job, Gabriela of letting us experience through the eyes of Odin, what a transcendent, and sometimes even bewildering experience, it might be too. Open oneself in that kind of surrender was be very beautiful. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much. I loved in the Swan maidens too, thinking about, you know, and add.
And so it went in this one page that was, I loved that I was reflecting too on what a different world we would live in. If we were all asked to be so fully present all the time to really show up and to do things and that. It’s a matter of formality versus a heartfelt, how do we show up in a way that is truly heartfelt and really apply ourselves and our energies to the gifts of whatever is happening in each moment, I’m quite taken by them.
I have to say, I cut out a little bit of their bickering that had been going on, you know, just a pool because we felt myself moving into the solemnity of the Mo of the moments already once they entered into that landscape. But I, for myself also really loved that they felt those battles senses, opening and knowing, you know, knew that.
They had to stop all of that, pay attention and get ready for whatever was going to happen. I liked that about them. I loved that too. And just the idea of how do you know when the battle is internal versus external? How do you show up to the real battle, which sometimes is within yourself for myself, right.
And the elements really are the same and how. They sensed the great shift in destiny as the battle, which is possibly what they are tuning to when there is a battle, destiny is about to change. Things are about to get into a different, a different space. And in this way, that’s how they would respond with their intuitive knowings of a great shift coming that way, coming their way.
And I loved the Norns interacting with them as well. And recognizing, uh, by another authority they have been, um, and just sort of them being in part knowing of this moment, but also being changed by that moment or. There are some elements unknown to them. Like as if they’re taken back possibly because preparation making the color purple it’s on the other side, the color purple is a really, you know, it’s a really challenging one to make.
So they’re not even paying attention that what, who is coming here. Why are all these people here? Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to make. Cause because somebody’s always distracting you when you’re making it. I have to say, I didn’t make this story up. This story just came through, but I love the reflections that were in it too.
The reflections of the pool itself as people saw that. But also even more importantly, the reflections that each of them gave to Odin when he needed it, when he was on the tree in various stages, each name carrying him. Perhaps helping him coalesce into something truer and greater, as you were saying, becoming that divinity.
Sometimes we don’t know what’s happening to us until somebody reflects it back to us. Like the northerns reflecting the purple. This is the choice of this is what happens when this color is part of your top string in truth. I’d love to hear more of all of these people’s stories.
Me too. Like, what’s it like the morning after exactly, exactly the morning after who had sex with who,
how was the fruit cake and who got, which runes, you know, so exactly. Deliberating how they will be shared with the rest and if they will be shared well, thank you. I just love it’s doing this. I loved going and getting with the noise. I loved about it. It’s a bit eerie about how each of the stories wove together.
So well, cause as I was. No transcribing my story as it came through, I was thinking so much of my story is happening way before, you know, or somewhat before. But in the context of yours I’ll make sense. I am absolutely delighted by how beautifully they were woven together. What an absolutely balanced braid they created.
Well, I feel like this week might. Then has to be to hang on the tree myself, because I felt that way when we were doing it. But as we opened this and did the hell. Yeah, I think that idea of dedication of dedicating, even the chaos that’s happening now is something that all focus on in this week. I’m dedicating my actions, dedicating what I hear in the news to the wellbeing of whatever it is that’s emerging collectively, and hoping that what’s emerging in that way is going to be for the benefit of all.
Thank you for your contributions to that. Thank you. I think that I will also concentrate on them. Welcoming emergent grace. I will as well. Is our three woven stories is our three strands of vision strengthening the intention for a better world for world. We are consciously and subconsciously longing for and birthing in a world in which the viewpoints of individuals matter and are part of what emerges for everyone’s wellbeing.
That includes the people, the tree, the animals, the birds, all of it. Right. What do we want the new rooms to be? Maybe the rooms are the names of everybody sacred calling, but they might’ve forgotten our names and our truly sacred yearnings also.
Well, as always, I want to thank Saga the great mistress of stories, and I think she’s helped us each in her own way come to bring something very beautiful through. So thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Saga
Special thanks to the fantastic Zoe Magik for her phenomenal editing skills.