An oracle is a doorway to the old magic.
A way of remembering our true nature as nature.
A place we may go to receive medicinal messages from body,
Place,
And ancestors.
To begin,
Find a quiet place to land.
Lie down on your back.
And empty to begin.
Close your outer eyes to open your inner eyes and invite soft and slow strokes of breath.
Through embodied folklore,
The path unfolds like a dream half awake.
Trust the mystery and magic of your imagination.
Inhale,
Deep and wide.
And exhale,
Relax right in the center of your chest.
Continue like this.
Inhale deep and wide into the waters of your low back.
And exhale relax right in the center of your chest.
As you breathe.
You enter the cathedral of your ribs.
Where your heart hangs like a great red bell,
Ringing without sound.
Sense and feel the pressure of blood flowing through the branching rivers of your arteries and veins.
Sense the pale waters of lymph slipping silently between your tissues,
Gathering what has been forgotten.
Sense the water in your cells.
Trillions of sparkling cells.
Moving through your fluid fascial labyrinth.
Feel your body as a watershed.
And your attention as an orb of light.
Witness many inner rivers,
Tributaries meeting tributaries,
Tiny streams becoming rivers,
Rivers becoming currents.
All luminous.
There are strange memories here.
Your veins widen into blue-green waterways.
The trees of your childhood hanging upside down.
Tiny silver fish swim through the roots of your bones.
Flowers open their eyes and blink softly at you.
And in the distance,
A deer,
A fawn,
Drinking from a river.
It lifts its head and looks at you,
Then disappears into a forest.
You follow it.
Your awareness is filling with fragments of your past,
Your ancestors,
Places known and unknown,
All tracing along the same strange current.
Here bone becomes stone,
Veins become roots,
Your breath becomes mist.
And you are no longer certain whether you are inside your body or in a cave surrounded by dark space.
Something glimmering.
A thread.
Reach out and take hold of it.
There is something woven into it,
A message.
Watch the message come into focus.
You are here to receive this message.
Place the thread beneath your tongue.
Let it dissolve.
Under your feet,
The feeling of warm water traveling up to your ankles,
Your legs,
Until an underground current begins carrying you gently back to this time,
This place,
Where stone becomes bone again,
Roots become veins again,
And the strange forest folds itself quietly back into your tissues.
The river becomes blood again,
Moving through the chambers of your heart,
Branching into your hands,
Your belly,
Your feet.
Return to the feeling of your body resting here.
Return to your breath.
Return to this time,
This place.
The message still underneath your tongue.
