There was a time when the Oracle of Everything Never could only be found after certain steps were taken.
Down a ravine.
Until the very bottom became the tippy top to something that would forever remain unseen.
You would need to sleep under a canopy of stars.
Waiting until at least 3 fell.
With one landing on the space just above your heart.
All the while sacrificing a fear in a game of jacks played between you and the wind.
Then.
And only then would she show herself.
And whisper into your ear.
What it is you need to know.
But if.
You chose to flee in anger.
When all you heard was the echo of empty space.
You would miss what would happen.
When she dipped her head below the horizon line.
Somehow letting you know that there was nothing here for you that was not already yours.
You would be tasked with sitting on the edge.
Feet dangling into the mystery.
And together you would wait for the setting sun.
So that just as the darkness would come to shine, she could stand before you.
And shatter into the night sky and all its infinite.
Leaving behind. The answers.
To questions not yet asked.
Leaving you to find a way for it all to fall into place.
It has been a time since she has been at the end of it all.
Many think she is gone from form for good.
Becoming what she always was.
Others still wonder if the map has somehow changed.
And she just needs to be rediscovered.
For the age at hand.
But those who have sat in the presence of her expanse, live in the knowing that there is nothing to be said until the question is asked.
And if you turn away now.
You might miss everything that comes next.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
Resident Something or Other at The Museum of The Mystery
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