69.10 The Oracle Throne

“The Oracle Throne - A Parable by The New Noble”

High upon a mountain of carved stone, where the wind sang hymns older than empires, there stood the Throne of the Oracle.
It was not gilded nor draped in silks, but worn by centuries of seekers who had come to hear what only silence could tell.

A traveler climbed the path alone, carrying not offerings, but a single folded page - the words of a life not yet lived.
The stones grew warmer with each step, as if remembering the feet of those who came before.

At the summit, the throne waited.
It seemed empty, yet as the traveler approached, the air thickened with presence.
They sat.

The mountain breathed.
Shadows shifted in the rock.
And then, a voice - not from the air, but from within:

“You come for prophecy. But prophecy is only the echo of the truth you already carry.”

The traveler unfolded the page.
The words shimmered, rearranging themselves until they no longer told the story of what might be… but of who they already were.

The wind rose.
The oracle throne grew light beneath them, as though it had passed its weight back into the traveler’s bones.

When they descended the mountain, they did not clutch the page.
They were the page.
And every step they took wrote itself into the living stone of the world.

☀️ And so it is - the throne is not behind you, nor ahead. It rises within you now, and the story is still being written… with every choice you make, with every action you take, and with every breath that lights the way!