Book 3.
Honey was an offering entheogen, gifting the propulsive buzz
that incited sacred visions.
Honey was offered by those who wished
to receive a favorable response from the Oracle.
Fueled on honey, the bee women fly from home.
Rising through space, sailing in shadows,
tipping membranous wings towards the comb of the pulsating sun.
They are the access of all that passes,
sweetness inspires them to realize truths.
Prophecy is binary.
The seeker must inquire, how will the fates view this act?
Prophecy is a question, it dramatizes one of two choices.
Prophecy is intelligence.
Divination reframes pattern realities and repeating
memories, symbolically fusing the past
with the synchronous cosmic return of the still to come.
Prophecy is code.
Whether whispered, thrown or drawn,
the Oracle is open to interpretation.
In the same manner, today's scientific theories
are pictured as a series of prophetic dilemmas.
Delphi, the temple was overseen by the bee priestess enthroned
on a burnished tripod.
The stone omphalos, hollow as a skep or bell,
was supposed to allow the Oracle to swallow
an infusion of noxious hallucinogenic fumes.
The original omphalos stone was stellar born,
carved from the remains of a meteorite.
Its crosswalk pattern delineated an infinite network fretted
with resemblance to the swift bee
wings of the honey priestesses.
Intoxicated on meli chloron, they spoke in tongues.
The shrill nymphs hummed and swarmed in
huddled confusion, green honey glistening on their lips
as they cast the stones.