Oracle 12

There is a mountain of grey stone, almost perfectly conical and smooth in appearance. A stream of water pours from high above its summit, and after touching the peak the stream spirals down the mountain several times, clockwise if it were to be viewed from above. The spiral itself slowly rotates counterclockwise. There is a sense that the mountain is being purified and prepared.

The view ascends to the source of the stream up above – it is a single hand, vanishing just above the wrist where the waters appear. The fingers are open and relaxed, angled down and to the left. The waters trickle gently through the fingers  along whatever course they please in ever-changing rivulets. It is because the hand is relaxed and does not try to direct the flow that the water flows at all.