Some days the chamber does not appear to darken and deepen when speaking the rede words. Some days it does. I will admit to being thrilled when it does even though I am very much aware that it is an illusion, and probably one of my own making.
The closing of my eyes after speaking the words are a constant. And today there were no images or words that heralded the onset of the vision. Instead, there was only his presence, as if we were seated in the same room but in different areas. We sat in that silence for what felt like a long time.
So of course, I had to be a brat about it.
“You know, there are only nine days left in the month and you still haven’t told me what the symbols on the ring should be.”
A scene assembles itself in front of me by the movement of the pieces. I watch as he moves the smoking cedar bowl to the space between us. I feel he is not using it as a barrier, but offering it to share. His case, with the oil dampened cotton balls, remained close to him.
«And you have not yet finished [your Cyprian obligations]. When you do, you will be given the symbols and you will understand why they are as they are.»
I accepted his answer and we sat in mutual peaceful silence for some time more until my physical body reminded me that it had its own tasks to perform.
“Welp. I gotta get going.”
«Indeed. You have other tasks to perform and prepare for. Remember your prayers and take advantage of the comfort they bring as needed.»
I gave the license to depart and went on with the day.
Total time wishing that all days could be this peaceful: 8 minutes.