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!
This drainage area in my apartment complex was guarded by a beautiful, haunting willow tree. Together, the drain and the tree marked a door into the Otherworld here in my little corner of the earth. Several days ago the willow tree was cut down by our landscapers. I was deeply saddened because its presence has been such a powerful blessing to me over the years that I have lived here. It’s grace and beauty will endure in my memory for many more years to come.
Since 2011, I’ve maintained the shrines for the gods and spirits that I honor in relatively close quarters. Streamlining my devotional spaces improved the flow of my spiritual work considerably and made it easier for me to accomplish various tasks. When I moved about two and a half years ago, I thought about changing my shrine arrangement back to what it had been prior to 2011: multiple sacred spaces diffused throughout my apartment. The prior arrangement had its benefits (without question), but because streamlined space functioned so well for me, I’ve not felt compelled to change it back. Honestly though, a lot has changed since 2011. For one, I work with more gods and spirits now than I did then. Also, the differences among the powers I honor are more pronounced now than a few years back.
Given the deepening differences among the powers I work with, I’m much more mindful of who is neighbors with whom. I work to ensure that everyone has their own zone and is not neighbors with anyone they can’t or won’t tolerate. Similarly, I’m also paying more attention to which powers are willing to buffer energy flows among other powers. Given the limited real estate that I have for shrines and the personal needs that I have for temple keeping, zoning and buffering are my friends. Honoring the lines – real and imagined – between certain Holy Powers has meant a few things for me:
- Every power has their own section on the surfaces that I use for shrines.
- Also, the powers are roughly grouped by pantheon and general “areas of influence” in order to reduce the chances of raised hackles across real and imagined lines.
- In addition, I am mindful of whose shrine is “active” at any given time and I work to ensure that powers with potential beef between them do not have their shrines active at the same time.
- I also observe a purification regime that helps to keep me clear as I move among the sacred spaces for each power.
The above considerations have helped me to better serve “phenomenal cosmic powers” in an “itty bitty living space” (to quote the Genie from Disney’s Aladdin).