Dedicated to my goddess mother, Emily Garlick
The Crone Speaks:
I am the Oracle
As Keeper of the Circle
I speak for my sisters
As Keeper of Secrets
I speak for the stars
I know where power lies
I speak only truth
I speak only silence
I speak in a language
The Crone as Priestess has transformed herself into a standing stone, the foremost among a group. Unlike her sister stones, she has a face to engage us, to look at and through us, and her eyes glow with the same light of inspiration and knowledge as the waning crescent above her head.
The Priestess is stone, because her knowledge is most often found in silence and stillness, with patience and devotion. Standing stones are like beings who listen intently, who listen for us all, to hear what we cannot. They listen to the earth and to the heavens, and hold fast to immense power and energies that might shatter a less grounded being.
Ripples of energy radiate from each stone through the earth. Or the stones are set where the energy lines of the earth converge. Both are true, for the stones are a two-way channel, passing stories to the stars from the heart of the earth, and reading signs in the heavens for those on earth.
After the Magicianís burst into individuality, the Priestess has come to recognize relationship, not one thing or another but the space and the energy between them. She remembers the Void, she remembers the Fire. She becomes the channel for their movement and flow. She becomes the speaker for their presence and their conversation. She becomes the Oracle. And she has something to say to us about living in a sacred way, about paying attention to earth and sky, to darkness and light, and to the dynamics of exchange.
The utterances of the Priestess may be soft and strange, so that we might think to disregard them, or not bother with the work of deciphering them. What we need is a new way of hearing. What we need is to pay attention. Something important is being said. Something our soul needs to hear.
Guides and messengers exist all around us. Omens appear. We will know her truth when our bodies thrum to the deep beat of the earth while the song of the stars rages in our eyes. And the stones dance.
© 1998 - 2002 by Ellen Lorenzi-Prince. All rights reserved.