The Six Oracles

It was a time of renewal, a time of change. The King who had reigned over Oroculpo for eighty-years had died leaving behind his daughter to rule in his stead. The princess – now Queen Clarissa, being totally inexperienced in matters of state, had no idea how she would rule from her place on the bequeathed throne. She had absorbed much from her father’s sage advisors but none of them gave a clear picture of how she should proceed as monarch.

She determined her best course of action was to visit the stone oracles who dwelt just outside the city. The origin of the oracles had never been discovered, and all that was known about them had been lost to antiquity. Clarissa, however, did know one thing about them – a gem of knowledge passed to her by her father. Once every ten years the ruling monarch had the authority to ask one question to each of the six oracles in view of gaining wisdom in their reign, and as a new queen she had the right to question them immediately.

In her mind she debated long and hard as to what she would ask the oracles; it wasn’t an easy thing to decide and seemed just as hard – if not harder than deciding how to rule. She locked herself away for one week and meditated on her problem. After much thought, and when the week had finally passed, she had found the most important question – in her mind, that she wanted to ask.

The next day she confidently strode from the city and approached the seat of the oracles. Six faces set in stone, for all intents and purposes lifeless and still until rightfully called upon to speak. Clarissa looked to each in turn then chose one to speak to.

“Oracle. I command that you hear me.” said Clarissa, with authority.

The oracle’s eyes began to glisten and slowly came to life, it then studied the young woman.

“Welcome Queen Clarissa, your presence we have all been expecting. You may ask one question of each of us, or ask six different questions. The choice is yours to make, but be warned. . .if you ask the same question six times you will get six different answers. What is it you want to ask me?”

“I have but one question, Oracle: As queen, what is the purpose of my reign?”

“The purpose of your reign is to govern over your people,” the oracle answered.

Clarissa had expected this answer – it was an obvious statement. She moved on to the next oracle.

“Oracle, how do I govern over my people?”

“You govern over your people by telling them what to do by means of royal decree,” the oracle answered.

She moved on to the next.

“Oracle, what should I tell my people to do?”

“You should tell your people to obey your commands,” the oracle answered.

She moved on to the next.

“Oracle, what commands should I give to my people?”

“Your commands by intention should ensure the growth and prosperity of your realm,” the oracle answered.

She moved on to the next.

“Oracle, how do I ensure the growth and prosperity of my realm?”

“The prosperity and growth of your realm will only come with unification, you must find a way to inspire your people so they will follow and obey you without question.”

She moved on to the last and tallest oracle.

“Oracle, how do I inspire the people to believe in me?”

“By showing them love,” the oracle answered. “There is no greater or more unifying force in the universe. Love is my answer.”

On her way back to the city Clarissa had many thoughts all vying for her undivided attention; she still didn’t have a clear idea of where to begin in her reign, but showing her people love was not a problem for her. Yes, showing her people love and compassion would be easy.

She entered the city with a renewed spring in her steps. She suddenly became bathed in a new confidence.

8 thoughts on “The Six Oracles”

  1. Hello Amanda, and welcome to Thoughts.

    The fact that you mention ‘scribbles’ must mean that you were once a member of the old thoughts and took part in the writing challenges? What with one thing and another I’m afraid all that came to an abrupt end when ‘Thinkr’ took pride and place over thoughts after it closed, and most of the old thoughtsers didn’t like Thinkr and left for other adventures.

    I started a writing group on Thinkr I set simple weekly challenges in the hope that the writing spirit could be rekindled, but in truth it never did – mainly because there was not enough people on the site and certainly not enough who showed interest. re-opened a few months back and all the groups and blogs which were already in place were carried over to the new version. You can join any group found under ‘Groups’ and there is one dedicated to poetry if that’s your thing.

    I could start a ‘scribbles’ challenge within my own group but it would need regular input to make it worth my while. I’m not adverse to re-kindling the old scribbles – in fact I would love it, but in order to thrive, a group needs people, lots of people, and right here and now the trickle of people, new and old, is very slow and most newcomers just want to write blogs which is fair enough.

  2. We probably competed on the Word Salads, I was the one that always did them in order and got the WTG rewards, I forgot how he did that, I miss Pastor Mike.
    I signed up for Thinkr, but I didn’t write much. I have not written much creatively, because of work and school, but I have been seeing word salad over and over and happened to check out thoughts again.

    1. I have seen your post but am yet to read it. . .my kitchen is shouting at me to clean it. When I’m done I will read your story – but before I read it I will say thanks for supplying content; I think you’re the first person to actually submit a story for a year or so. . .so well done just for that.

      And no. . .I don’t remember who you are/were.

      1. I will see after you read it, I am trying to do notes, do homework, and I have to get on the bike and put in some miles for the Ride for Roswell sometime today, so I will let you read and then see if your memory is triggered. Have fun in that kitchen, I will see if I can find your response when I get some things done!

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