“In the corner of my eye
She reared up
A gale, a storm wind,
Owl wings banking-

She turned Her face to me-
Relentless gaze-
Chaos, or Holy Wisdom.”

What does it mean when the world around you speaks and you begin to hear? Arcane messages reach you, from whom do they come?
Does the Earth itself speak in a never- ending stream, in the language of dreams and symbols? Do the Gods speak to those who invoke their names and bother to listen?