How do you find what you seek?

Perhaps the Oracle of Findings knows?

Shortly after the Wish Night Market packed up its wares, I was given a set of questions…10 of them…that I was to answer, all in service to my work as the Resident Something or Other at The Museum of The Mystery.

I have done my best to let the questions call to me, rather than chasing them down.
So I waited.
Until the desire rose with clarity.
One card sits in front of me now.

How do you find what you seek?

When I first read this question, my mind went to what I recently found at the Museum. One morning last week, a large plastic bin appeared under the lowest branch of the willow that bends so gracefully in the corner. On the top, in small letters, was the word “Oracles”.

Within was an array of papers, boxes, even a few hand sewn bags.
Each containing something of an oracle.
A story.
A token.
A prophecy.

Upon reading the question, I found myself reaching for a small tin labeled “The Oracle of Finding”.

I share with you now what I found within.

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She was not easy to find. Perhaps that was the point. It turned out that the maze did not matter.
I did not have to walk the path laid out before me.
Not that anyone told me I needed to. I just did as I assumed I should.

Curtains and silks hung from the rafters, forming the walls of what I figured would be a labyrinth. Where all I would have to do is put one foot in front of another, until at the center, The Oracle of Finding would await.

The space was cavernous. Lanterns lit a way that turned out was not my way…but I was grateful for the light nevertheless.

I was there, seeking this oracle, because I had a sense that there was something missing. Something that had been lost. Or maybe I was lost. It is hard to explain, I know. I wish I could sum it all up into words. Yet I have a feeling that many would understand the longing for a mystery that they never knew.

I hoped, in a secret space just behind my heart, that she would help me. Though I wasn’t even sure of how.

Before.
When I stood outside.
Waiting.
I was told there was nothing to tell.
And that this was mine to begin.

A draping of blues formed the way in. At least, that is how I began.
I walked.
Letting myself be shepherded by what felt like a road.
I walked.
Content in the foolhardy notion that I would get where I was going.
I walked.
And wondered if I was getting anywhere.
I walked and pondered when my time would be.
I walked and let my breath catch on my tears.
I walked and stumbled on the same crack in the same floor that I had tread on several times over.
I walked and lost my footing.

The ground was cold and unwelcoming but I was grateful for a reprieve.
It was then that I heard the whispers.
Voices.
Laughter moving through air.
Coming from some place deep within a spiral I could not get to.
I pulled myself up and began to walk.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Until that one time.
When I lost my footing
Again.
And instead of the ground, it was a tapestry that tried to catch me but I fell through to another path.
Another world.

The voices were louder.
Slightly so, but still.

I walked again.
And wondered what might be through the next wall of fabric.
I tried to peek in but there was no way to see.
I looked around, wondering if I might get in trouble.
But there was no one to be seen.

I pulled a curtain back and another path was revealed.
My pace quickened.
I let myself be drawn. By the voices. By the need.
Each time I stepped through, I knew I was closer to a center that may or may not hold what I seek.

It felt as if I had walked for an age when I heard a rustle behind me.
I turned to see a woman pushing fabric aside and stepping out.
She smiled and held the space open for me.

It was dark suddenly.
But the laughter broke through and the light was found.
The Oracle of Findings danced and twirled. She caught my eye and stopped.
Just for a moment.
And said. “I believe you have what you came for.”

She was.
Of course.
Correct.

I looked around.
No way in.
No way out.
Except for all the ways that could be created.
I pushed a wall aside and stepped through.
Into the world that was waiting for me.

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And so it seems that I too have what I came for.
And for that I am so grateful.

With love and fire~
Jo Anna


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