I have things to say…but not aloud. I have messages that appear and disappear quickly—so here we are. You and I. I, the Oracle and you the discriminating Witness.
Dreams, omens, birds, snatches of conversations that float above the babble of the stream of human voices just as you are thinking to yourself ‘I wonder if—-‘ and lo! by sychronisity, by magic, by divine intervention, serendipity—however you call it, an answer floats to the top like a bubble in a glass of champaygne.
Today is just a beginning. I was nudged here, so I am trusting that this is to be in the way of a healing experience for myself, as well as a possible doorway to becoming more transparent.
SunPath Oracle (what the voices in my head want you to read) 