The Divining

     The familiar, and welcome, sound of jingling camels' bells rode on the breeze that wafted over the royal terrace. And Ulrika thought anxiously: will this be the last caravan? Should I go south with it?

     The three hurried from their camp, excited, wondering where the traders had come from, where they were going, what exotic goods and people they brought. The prior caravan to come through the valley had turned outto be transporting the Grand Vizier's personal library, and Ulrika and her friends had learned that the Grand Vizier kept his 117,000-volume library organized while traveling with it by training his camels to walk in alphabetical order.

     As she neared the noisy gathering of camels and horses and men, Ulrika heard Zeroun the Armenian's booming voice fly up to the winter clouds. "I tell you, my friend, I understand your homesickness! It is something we all feel! I myself sometimes long for my homeland! Let me tell you, holding onto something precious and dear is the way to anchor oneself in a foreign land. It is the key."

     She stopped and stared.

     His voice rolled across the compound like thunder, rising above the noise of braying camels and shouting men. "Especially a man like yourself, sir, who goes out into the unknown, seeking for he knows not what. Oh, you can be very focused, you can be very attentive and concentrate very hard on your exploration, but if you do not hold tightly to something that has meaning for you, then you do not put your whole heart into that exploration. Something holds you back, does it not? No matter how hard you try?"

     Ulrika watched him and realized that Zeroun was not looking at his guest, but over the man's shoulder, locking eyes with her.

     And then he turned away and, putting his arm over his guest's shoulders, said, "That is the key to success in everything, my friend! I pray you have the courage to take what advice I offer here today! After all, it is free!" And his roaring laughter faded as the two stepped through the doorway of the i

     While Ulrika remained where she was, staring after them.

     And then she turned and hurried back to the ruins, leaving Iskander and Veeda to explore the caravan and the visitors.

     As she ran up the steps, she thought: Zeroun is right! She had not realized it until now, but in her meditations, she always held back, afraid that her wandering soul would journey too far and become lost. Would holding something solid indeed anchor her in the real world while her spirit ventured to the other side? Was that the key, and Zeroun the man offering it, as prophesied by the Egyptian fortune-teller? And Miriam, the rabbi's wife?

     She would put it to the test at once. Since they had been preparing breakfast when the caravan came, Ulrika had not eaten since the evening before—a long fast to be sure. And she knew exactly what the "anchor" would be—the scallop shell, for it was hard with sharp edges, and it was precious to her.

     This time, she did not choose a random spot upon which to sit and meditate. She wanted to be as near as possible to the place where the crystal pools might have once been. But she saw nothing that looked like it could have been a reflecting pond or a bath. There were no depressions in the limestone terrace. And then she realized that walking around and using her rational mind was not going to work. She needed to tap into the Divining and perhaps a vision would come to her.

     So she strolled among the columns, slowing her breathing, whispering her brief prayer to the All Mother, and clutching the scallop shell. She felt its roughness on one side, the smoothness on the other. She focused on the feel of the sharp, wavy edge as she ran her fingertips over it. The shell grew large and heavy in her hand. It weighed her down. It anchored her until she felt safe enough to send her spirit out into the unknown.

     As her fear dissolved, a new understanding made itself known to Ulrika: Besides fear, other emotions made the spirit hold back. Anger, jealousy, sorrow ... She realized that the heart must be divested of these shadows so that the spirit could walk in the light.

     Ulrika felt herself grow calm and serene until, soon, her feet carried her as if with a will of their own until she came to a standstill before a massive stone archway. Two mighty columns supported a square lintel. Through the archway, on the other side, the flat terrace continued, and was littered with more debris.

     She stopped and, clasping the scallop shell, closed her eyes again, controlled her breathing, and whispered, "I am here. I am anchored. I am safe. I send forth my soul into the cosmos. Holy All Mother, hear my prayer ..."

     And a reply, like a breeze, a sigh, sounded near and far at the same time.

     Step through ...

     Ulrika opened her eyes and, with an invigorating intake of breath, slowly releasing it, she stepped through the archway.

     Suddenly she was standing on green grass beneath a vast blue sky, the wind on her face, the sound of bleating goats as they grazed nearby. Where was the stone arch? Ulrika looked around again and, recognizing the ring of mountains that embraced the plateau, realized that she must have gone back to a time before the city had been built.

     She squinted in the sunlight and saw, faintly, through the green trees and grassy plain, the dim shapes of columns and ruined walls. She was still in the City of Ghosts.

     She concentrated, held onto the shell, and repeated her prayer. Now she imagined her i

     A woman appeared before her, tall and beautiful, her long white robes shining in the sun.

     "I remember you," Ulrika said. "You are Gaia, the ancestress of Sebastianus Gallus. Why do you visit me? Is it because of the scallop shell? Do you dwell in this shell?"

     "I am your guardian spirit. You have done well, daughter, for you have learned your lessons. You are no longer arrogant but a true seeker. And so you have now come into your spiritual power. You possess the gift of the Divining, which is a conduit to the Divine. In each generation of your people, one person is born with this spiritual gift. He or she finds and identifies sacred people and places, even sacred objects, so that others might go there and draw solace and comfort from the gods."

     "Yes, I see now ..." Ulrika whispered. The shaman's cave in the Rhineland—she would have sensed it was sacred and thus was a safe place to hide. Iskander's unicorn horn filled with sacred ashes, giving Ulrika a glimpse of religious rituals long ago. And what of Jacob's grave by the Sea of Salt? Had Rachel buried her husband in hallowed ground?

     "This is my purpose? To find sacred places?"

     "It is your destiny, your purpose on earth, daughter, to find the VenerableOnes and tell the world about them. This is why you were brought back to the place of your begi

     "The Venerable Ones! Who are they?"

     "You will know them when you find them. Remember, daughter, the gift of the Divining is a gift from the Goddess, which marks the begi

     The pools faded away, Gaia was silenced, and Ulrika found herself standing on the stone terrace of the City of Ghosts. She took a moment to compose herself, to marvel at what she had just experienced, and as she did, realized that she felt profoundly refreshed and invigorated, as if she had slept for a long time, and drunk a cup of bracing tonic. Every muscle and sinew in her body was filled with energy. She had never known such clarity of thought. A side benefit, she realized, of focused meditation.