The Egg Oracle

A cosmic hand appears from the galaxy to present a collage art oracle card featuring an egg with the sun glowing behind it standing on two purple feet on a series of stepping stones over running water. The Egg. Found Oracles

You find yourself near a stream of running water. It’s a day that has turned bright and sunny after a storm and the current is moving quickly, carrying sticks and leaves and down and away, into the next place. You spend a few minutes watching debris woosh past you, then you see a quieter spot - a small inlet where the water is moving slowly, with stepping stones visible going across. You can’t explain it but somehow you know you need to step on those stones. Something there is important to you, right here, right now.

You set foot on the first stone, leaving dry land for a moment. The water swirls around your feet as you take the steps across. As you approach new ground on the other side of the inlet, you notice a tree growing sideways from the side of the bank. There’s something nestled in its branches. You get close enough to spot that it’s a nest. And just as you’re about to reach dry land again, an ancient egg spirit appears in front of you, glowing slightly translucent in the sunlight, welcoming you to shore.

You have found The Egg oracle, and it has a story to share with you today.

 

The Egg Oracle says:

You have to put a lot of trust in an egg. You can’t see what’s inside the shell’s exterior until it’s open. When you get eggs for your breakfast, you have to just trust and know without a lot of evidence that they will be good to eat, that their contents have been protected by their shell, that you won’t find an unwanted surprise inside. The moment you crack an egg is small, mundane even. But it’s also a moment you decide to trust.

If you’re trying to hatch an egg, you have to trust in a whole other way: that the egg in the incubator or under the mama bird contains life, that the shell’s membrane will support and protect that life, and that that life will eventually find its way to the shell. That the chick will know the moment to poke its beak through and crack into the world with its whole future ahead of it.

You may already be hatched into this world, so to speak. You already navigated the grand entrance, found your way into the world, took your first breath, your first unknowing look at your whole life ahead of you.

And yet.

There are still pure, whole, unblemished futures waiting for you that you don’t even know about. That there’s no way you could know about at this step in your journey. People you will meet and love whose faces you’ve never seen before. Homes and spaces and places that will feel like they have always been yours the moment you step in. Things you will create and bring forth that make a difference in the world that aren’t even a twinkle in your eye yet. Opportunities that will find you and change your life for the better that you could never come up with ahead of time, even if you spent years trying.

Your inability to see into these futures actually protects their quality. You can’t cast doubt onto what you don’t know about. You can’t figure out how to get to them on your own and accidentally crack them. You can’t break pieces off of them trying to force them into being. You can’t put your fingers on them while they’re still hot and smudge their surfaces before they even arrive. And no one else can, either. This is the universe’s version of food safety. Your future is preserved for you until it’s good and ready.

It’s an act of enormous trust to keep stepping one foot after another, knowing that new future good things will arrive. Mysteriously. Suddenly. In ways that make no logical sense. But does it make logical sense that that chick happens to know the exact moment it should break its shell from the inside? And that it already knows precisely how to do it? Not really, no. It’s just time. The chick’s moment has simply arrived. And yours will too.

It’s already on the menu. The timer has already started. As you keep stepping toward new futures, they are already secured, protected, and reserved.

The divine chef has already checked the eggs. Let the universe cook.

 

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About the Artist
Bailey Lewis is an experiential storytelling artist (MFA, University of South Carolina) who combines words, images, and reimagined materials to create intuitive story experiences. Her work has been exhibited and published internationally, commissioned by Adobe, featured in The Wigleaf Top 50, and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. 

Visit the Bailey Sends Word Story Studio site to see more of Bailey’s work.

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