In ancient Greece, kledonomancy was a form of divination in which a person would ask a question of the gods and then cover their ears, leave the agora, and listen for an answer among people’s common street chatter. The term describing this form of divination derives from the Greek word κληδών or kledon loosely meaning word omen or sound omen.
Since moving to within a stone’s throw of the geographic center of the country, I have had three oracles rise from the nooks and crannies of the city to answer my questions. My prayers to the gods were drenched in questions about the things weighing on me. Each oracle has emerged when something heavy was on my heart, threatening to derail my Work and crush my spirit.
I received an oracle in 2016 in the women’s restroom of a local theater company. I received another in 2017 at a local Target while in the grocery section. Still another in the early part of this year came while I was standing at the bus stop minding my own business, on my way home after work.
Each oracle was a woman over 50 years of age. Each a woman with strong spiritual conviction. Each spoke directly to me and told me exactly what I needed to know. Their messages seem so simple now, but they were anything but that. They spoke directly to my heart and fortified my spirit at times when I needed it.
The first set my broken heart so that it could mend before hopelessness could set in like a cancer. The second gave me courage to tell the Truth, regardless of who is listening and regardless of who wants to hear it. The third gave me strength to take a much needed step toward my calling in this life.
Usually kledonomancy yields an assortment of loosely related words carefully gathered from stray conversations by a hopeful querent. I feel blessed to have received direct answers to my questions (one of which I didn’t even know I had). Hail the gods and wise words well woven!