The Cubes
Oracle cubes, playful storytellers…
A little while ago I had a Dream. A beautiful dream that left me with a warm fuzzy heart .
I had met my people, my kins.
In the dream I was arriving to a lovely house. There on the stairs by the entrance door were a warm loving welcoming comity … a couple of smiling brothers with open arms and inviting gestures … come on in come on in ..
Feeling very safe and happy … slightly encourage by the person
I had arrived with, I asked intrigued … who are you !? How did you find me!?
They smiled …as if they were singing a happy song at the same time…
You made the cubes … 🎶
Yes but how did you find ..my cubes!?
he was making sculptures… we followed the field in between the two of you ..,
I ask to see the sculptures … they were many many very small sculptures…
the last one,
The one that created the field was a “kinder surprise“
A king and a queen figurines
interlaced.
That week I imagined those cubes.
Made to stand alone or stack up , just like the little sculpture, into a magical pyramid….
They will be Wooden little playful oracle…. Storyteller … little gems !!!
