The Clan has gathered. The Seer has returned. Mother to many, yet mother to none. She appears tired. A lifetime of mundane query has taken a toll.
The Lights process, following a sacred path to the Seeing Stone.
The Guide stands, Portal Guardian, as the Seer prepares; awakening the stones, one by one; calling the Sentinels, and opening the Portals of Hope, Strength, and Truth.
The Ancestors gather.
The Guide collects each Light in turn, “Do you have a question, for the Seer?”
The question, heard only by the Guide, is carried, with the Light, into the Sanctuary. The Seer awaits.
The Temple falls away. Infinite circle of darkness. A star. The Seer awaits.
The Eye in the open Heart. Stone upon stone. The Seer awaits.
Sinking into the light. Ancestors whisper.
Gems of Truth cast into the void. Ancestors whisper.
The Seer gathers the lots. Ancestors whisper.
The Seer speaks.
My gift? Is not nearly enough…
(Part of “The Feathered Seer” series)