September 10th, 2008 ~ Delphi, Greece
I made it. Through weeks of preparation and days of travel. Through a lingering desire to not leave home at all. Through a burning in my heart that begged me to let go…of all that I could, and could not. Through missed ferries, missed flights, missed meals, and missed friends. Through not being able to keep my head up on endless-feeling flights and then…finally…opening blurry eyes to see the moon hanging over my beautiful Delphi. Waiting for me, as it always has, and as my home always will when I pick up, again and again, to open my arms and my heart to the world once more. The moon hung low and sweet as we were driven around the last mountain curves and by the sacred spring in the dark, just exactly as it did when my mother, sister and I first arrived here eleven years ago. Again, the calling here was strong enough to uproot me, and make me cross oceans to answer it.
Because what I really made it through to come back here this way is about 1,700 years. It has been that long since the last Oracle here spoke her final words… “Tell the king the fair-wrought house has fallen. No shelter has Apollo, nor sacred laurel leaf. The voices now are silent. The spring is stilled.”
That it would be 1,700 years before an Oracle returned to speak her truth aloud in that same place is incredible. That it is happening now is incredible. I know many Oracles have returned and re-visited this place, whether they were conscious of it or not…but to come here to teach…to stand at the rock of the Sibyl and the spring of Gaia…and to bring a group of Oracles to do the same. This is history of the most profound kind. The kind that gets written in the book of the Goddess forever.
I used to think it was grandiose to speak in this way. To think that the work of one or a small group could have this kind of cosmic proportion…but now I know it is the only thing that does. We are it. We are the new deities and the living Oracles. We just need to be reminded of what we are and can do. And as long as I live this will be my path…to help remind the other Oracles. The other “Ones who Remember”…so that they can spread the great remembering across the earth. It is time. And I am going to stand in Delphi as a living Oracle to prove it.
Tell the king the fair-wrought house has been restored. There is shelter for both Gaia and Apollo, and the Oracles will dance in sacred laurel leaves. The voices are no longer silenced. The spring is full.
Love, Jennifer
