Oracle at Delphi

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-7487-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-7489-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-7488-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013909292

Balboa Press rev. date: 07/15/13

Table of Contents

Preface

548 BC

Chapter 1: Five Seconds After

Chapter 2: Six in the Morning  ( Fourteen Hours Prior ) 

560 BC—Twelve Years Prior

Chapter 3: Meeting My Love

716 BC—168 Years Prior

Chapter 4: The Story of How the Lineage of Croesus Took over the Monarchy and Reigned for Four Generations, Starting with Gyges

560–551 BC—Twelve Years Prior

Chapter 5: Life Change

Chapter 6: Oracle School

Chapter 7: Croesus and the Messenger

Chapter 8: The Dream

Chapter 9: Becoming the Priestess

Chapter 10: The Priestess

Chapter 11: My Love Leaves

550 BC—Two Years Prior

Chapter 12: Croesus Questions

Chapter 13: Mount Parnassos

Chapter 14: Croesus Asks the Oracle if Going to War Is a Good Idea

Chapter 15: The Oracular Prophecy Is Delivered to Croesus

Chapter 16: Croesus Seeks a Third Oracular Visit

549–547 BC—One Year Before and One Year After

Chapter 17: Croesus Takes Action

Chapter 18: Croesus and Cyrus

Chapter 19: Croesus Sends a Delegation

Chapter 20: Almost Seven Years Served and the Last Day of My Life

Chapter 21: Twenty-Four Hours Later

Chapter 22: Forty-Eight Hours Later and the Year After

Notes

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Preface

I , THE AUTHOR, saw myself in a past life as an oracle at Delphi. I traveled to Delphi, Greece, in the summer of 2012, to confirm the visuals and lucid dreaming experiences. In this past-life vision, I saw myself looking through a small metal door or opening of some type. I was having a difficult time catching my breath, consequently dying.

What I saw, after arriving in Delphi, Greece, was an archeological site. The structures are in ruins and have a small resemblance to the visuals I saw in the lucid dreaming. I did not see the small metal door, but I did see the possible kitchen area. It is in rumbles of stones, but I could still formulate the structure. I don’t know if there was actually a kitchen on the site when I lived there as an oracle, but the idea fits. I saw the stadium at the top of Delphi, and this is in relatively solid shape. The temple site where the oracle sat is a large stone platform with no walls. There are ropes around the entire platform to keep the public out. The view out to the sea from Delphi is beautiful and extremely relaxing. The heat of the day is unbearable, however, while the cicadas sing loudly. The water from the spring is dried up, and there appears to be no running water around the site.

Bringing forth visuals in this writing is my attempt to convey historical accounts of oracular readings, and my intent is to relay factual accounts in an enjoyable, readable concept.

What my soul learned from living that life is: I live with reference for all of God’s creatures. I love the journey of soul connections with the many other souls. I will forever be open to the guidance of the one source of true wisdom, which is expressed in the language of the heart, which is love.

548 BC

CHAPTER 1

Five Seconds After

I LOOK BACK. MY body lies crumpled. I see to the heavens. I see the earth. I see Croesus, the former king of Lydia, pacing back and forth in a room. I see my love, Aristaios. I see the temple of Apollo on Mount Parnassos and my oracle friends. Some are walking toward the evening service. My oracle friend Chloe is running behind and preparing for the evening service. I see the priest in his chamber, preparing to walk toward the temple, his thoughts floating up.

My name is Clea. I am the Pythia, an oracle at Delphi.

My skin is lustrous, light olive in color. My long, dark black hair is splayed beautifully alongside my body. My white robe, slightly open, reveals my legs. I see my body alongside the crevice, on the dirt, where the water comes down the mountain.

At this time in the temple, the bells have chimed, and the ritual service of prayer and thanks to the god Apollo has begun. They will not notice me until two hours have passed. The cooks have begun to make the evening meal and are busy with their chores. They will not notice me. No one walks by this trail until the evening sweep. My body is filled with toxins and vapors.

The cat I love is waiting for me in my room. My love, Aristaios, is stoking the fire of the evening. He will be waiting to see me in the garden, after the evening meal.

I am barely twenty-three years old, an oracle at Delphi, the Pythia, the priestess to Apollo.

CHAPTER 2

Six in the Morning

( Fourteen Hours Prior ) 

I OPENED MY EYES to hear birds chirping. My stomach and head hurt. I propped myself up on one elbow. There was enough light in the room to see my cat, curled up in a ball on my wrap, which was draped over the bed. Her white fur was clumped around the bottom of the wrap as she woke up, yawned, stretched, and said a big good morning .

Good morning, I said to kitty, rubbing my hand through her fur.

A knock came at the door. I did not answer right away. Swinging my legs over the bed, I grabbed my wrap, unsettling kitty. Another knock. Chloe, my best friend and oracle sister, said through the closed door, Get up. Open the door. We have to get going.

Okay, I said. I’m just getting my wrap.

You’re late already, and Calidora is waiting.

I reached the door and at the same time felt nauseous. I managed to open the door. Chloe came in with a big smile and immediately filled the room with her bright energy. I relaxed while rubbing my stomach.

What’s wrong? she asked.

Nothing. Why? I hurriedly dressed in comfortable clothes of light, white cotton that resembled the priestess, the Pythia dress, but was not clothing for the oracular chamber. I tied the string around my midsection and rubbed my stomach again.

You’re rubbing your stomach and are late this morning.

I woke up with a stomachache, and my head hurts too!

Come on, Clea. If you put food in your stomach, you’ll feel better. Let’s get going. I’m starving and was waiting for you to come to breakfast. I also saw your name posted. You’ll have to wear ceremony clothes.

Oh, thanks for the reminder. I’ll be fine after eating some food, going to class, and taking the spring bath. I’ll dress in ceremony clothes then. Maybe you can join me today in the oracular chamber?

That will be fine, she said. I love working with you in the oracular chamber. You’ve been on post, the one sitting on the stool in the oracular chamber, all week. Why is that priest having you sit as the main oracle every day?

I don’t know why the priest posted me all week, but I’m feeling nauseous, and it’s probably why I overslept. I heard a knock, knock, knock on my door last night and did not answer. Chloe, the priest gives me the creepiest feeling. I cannot explain.

"Ah, I have the same feeling about him. I ignore him. I shouted in his face to never try knocking on my door, ever—and if he did, I would knock him flat. Since then, he never tried again. "

The door knob started shaking last night after I did not open it, I told her. I ran over and put a chair under the knob. He finally gave up, and then next thing I heard was the birds singing and you knocking on my door.

As soon as I was outside, walking in the warm sunshine, I felt fine. Even in the early morning, the sun felt warm on my skin. We walked through the olive trees onto the dusty path above the temple. We crossed the water stream flowing down from the mountain into the cool shade of the buildings, where the kitchen and dining room are. Chloe was still talking a mile a minute. She chatted about the cook slipping on the grease and landing on her back. They had to lift her up with