Olivia Robertson as the Oracle
Photo © Logic Reality from Olivia, Priestess of Isis

Invocation:
Divine Cesara, Magna Mater, Who brought Thy children to new life after cataclysm, guide us as we face the ordeals of the Space Age.

Oracle:
My children, when you approach great change, you need to transform, not to deny yourselves. Those who brood on their inadequacy often leave nothing good to be transformed! You cannot transmute dross. Evildoers may boast of their successes: the good too often are ashamed of their creativity.

My ark is in verity the cosmic womb of rebirth. But this new life does not, as many fear, imply destruction of what you value. You may, by casting off old ways, lose buried treasure.

All love is like hidden gold that cannot be corrupted. When you adore another human being or any other creature, you adore a concealed Deity! Some regularly discard the objects of their love when some fault is revealed. Yet each time they have worshipped a hidden God or Goddess. Art forms, spiritual teachings and scientific theories rise and fall through fashion. But Truth is reflected in each passing phase. When you lament destruction you only see a discarded husk that once protected growing life. So do not reject loved ways, milk that once sustained your childhood. Tear a butterfly too soon from its chrysalis and it will surely die.

In order to extend the range of your consciousness, you need to preserve what you have! Lose your earthly mooring, and your little boat will surely capsize, released into the ocean too soon. Rather appreciate the earth around you and grow your plants. Then, when the time is ripe, you will have the seeds of future soul's growth within your grasp.