The Oracle of Uluru

It all began with the cockatoos. The birds were frantically pruning and grooming their feathers until they shone like polished onyx. Halting in attention, they stood as guards proudly awaiting their king. In their solace the air began to reek of the peculiar fragrance of wisteria, old dirt and thistle. Wind storms from cloudless skies scorched the already ashen red clay. The rocks grieved with laborious contraction. Prussian blue flames burst through the earth leaving scars of singe across the outback’s floor. It was if the earth itself were panting, bringing forth jeweled tears from its pores. Embers crackled, and flickered on the plateau turning day into night. Flaming boulders catapulted through the smoke illuminating the forced darkness. Rains of sunglow, magenta and shimmering avocado colored jeweled showered over the north of the rock. We all stood there with our mouths ajar watching in awe as an enormous glacier blue geyser gathered to lay itself along the rock as gracefully as the silky train on the gown of a December bride. Kneeling cockatoos arose to take flight towards the mist. There in the mist a stair case of marvelously spectrum raw umber marbled beams cascaded carefully down from the rim of Uluru. The rim of the plateau was no more, in its place stood a grand balcony. There in the center we saw it for the first time. It was surrounded by a garden of extraordinary crystals, erect with an air of vitality within its eyes. The grimy statuette’s gaze felt like it was piercing through my soul. Its face was unconcerned with the decadent flowers, ripe plums and sapphire orchids which circled the pool it was mounted. The stone image like the path that lay before it was not as glorious as the garland of Sharon roses that were speckled throughout the garden. Beyond the balcony the geyser calmed and resigned to embrace the closure of the crater's rim. I removed my shoes. I really don't know why, but I did. I noticed the flowers following my movements. They motioned toward me, urging me to go forth. When I reached her the flowers lowered their blooms in a noble way similar to the cockatoos. A bit startled and a whole lot afraid. I looked up at the serenely dirt polished statue wondering if it was going to kill me. I asked in one breath as if it were my last “What are you?" I stared at it for a moment. The sculpture’s presence presented serenity in the chaotic desert. Relieved I was not dead, I stepped back to gain a better view of it when it spoke. Her voice uttered words unknown to humans in a blast that rush through my flesh like a prevailing wind charging through free air. "Katrina fear not" my name drifted out of her mouths like the smell of vanilla wafting in the breeze. Her echoing words ignited the crater with a glistening sheen that pierced through human sight; revealing a multitude of beings among us. In the flash we became aware of the great winged warriors around us as well as hissing, snarling creatures scurrying from the lighting. Cuttlefish like pulses race through her emanating gown. Soothing streams of bronzed light flowed down from the atmosphere and rested like polish on the statue. She became more radiant then first spring dawn. Thinking this must be an angel I immediately fell to my knees in reverence. "Arise,” she said, bowing as she raised her arms “for I am not Lord, angel nor fallen!” As she spoke her chick like wings grew great and terrible towards the heavens. At once all of her mouths uttered in unison “I am Rheairis, the one who speaks. My words are according to Him whose name is Holy. He who dwells with and in man is the foundation of knowledge and giver of wisdom. I am servant to the master that is one; Father, Son and Spirit. I am Rheairis, an Oracle of the LORD." I thought to myself “I was just talking to him, when you blow up Uluru." Hearing my thoughts Rheairis smiled and said “Katrina, I am here to complete my purpose.” She said. “I've been here since the Lord, Wisdom and the first of His creations walked the gardens of the Earth. Here I have stood before the sowing of time, eons, and the foundations were formed. I was before the Aelphamis." I was surprised she could read my facial expressions when she answered my raise eyebrow "Aelphamis, were the first dweller of the earth. I have known His splendor before pride and war were conceived in Helal. Here I have been, among the guard of the partition, Leviathan, until I was hidden during the Age of Void. When the lord hovered over the water before the day he began the completion.” She said. Prisms of light began to gather toward her as if they were racing to victory. “He has brought me fourth as a witness of the First Age and to share the knowledge of old. I will be here until the day I have shared all which I am purposed to the children of man.” said Rheairis. Silently she began to cast a light so bright she could not be looked upon. Her voice released a weight like sulfur smoke as she gave us these words of caution:"Knowledge begins with the LORD. Wisdom calls out loud. He gives them from His mouth. Hear them, seek them but do not reject them. For you will be consumed with darkness and deliver into the torment beyond death." These are the first records spoken by Rheairis the Oracle of Uluru to mankind.