THE ORACLE

“There are more things in Heaven & Earth, Horatio,  than are dreamt of in your philosophy”. Thus saith the bard. Have you not stood in places you know hold mysterious, interstellar properties? I know you have. There are sacred spots that hold enormous spiritual energy. Maybe it is alignment of the geomagnetic fields. Maybe they are portals. Maybe they are worm holes. Maybe it is a trick of the forests yonder & the mountains beyond or maybe we place the magic grid of our thought patterns over the landscape & wish for the miraculous.Delphi is one such place. For hundreds of years leaders from around the world came to ask the riddles of the Sphinx. The Sybil from her cloisters would emerge & give the reading. “The Oracle has spoken”. stood above the ruins, above the gulf of Corinth, high up under Mount Parnassus where Apollo, God of the Sun lives. The nine muses circled the summit. Below me Scarabs, like sisters of Sisyphus, scurried, pushing globes of dung, laden with eggs. Two red bulls watched from beneath the Acacia.  The Sun was King. The Moon was queen. I stood at the centre of the vortex. All was still.