After having been confronted with Juoksáhkká for a very long time, with her provocative intensity and absolute demand for authenticity, for presence, and her unconditional claim of her reality, she is suddenly no longer transferred to anyone else. All that remains is a place, a psychic level of personal interactions from where everything originates in a greater sense of its wholeness, and in the patterns forming in Saivo through our birth as humans, or as an animal, a plant or a tree. Where the form is not important in itself because each form shares the same origin. Its the same voice, the same force of energy that gouverns a tree. That balance it where it grows that also gouverns and balance us, and the entire planet. And on top of it all, which encompasses everything, emerges this psychic structure, a kind of architecture. The patterns that shapes all our relationships. This is where time just becomes now, out of something that always is and reappears as a resonance in consciousness everywhere in its temporary embodied knowledge of itself as life.