The shaman reaches into her bag and pulls out three disks, lays them on the ground between you and blinks at them for a minute. Then she looks up at you as if she's trying to puzzle out your soul.
The first disk is brass and has enamel colors dropped on it in a strange, patternless texture. The second has no enamel at all, just different types of metal swirled together. And the final disk is copper, with colors inlaid in a delicate symmetrical mandala.
"Ah, first you have Random. the most important circumstances that brought you to this point were not planned by anyone, they are no one's fault, and especially not yours. It's just the way it is, the natural world is, well natural, and stuff happens that just happens."
Her finger runs over the smooth enamel, but her eyes have moved on. "The tools you have to do things in the physical world--this disk is the symbol of Mystery. Is mystery itself your tool? Or do you need to find your tools still?" Then she smiles, "Or do you know your tools just fine, and it's none of my business?"
She picks up the final disk. "Ah, but here, see? This is the Mandala. Whatever chaos and mystery surrounds your life, you have found some success in ordering your thoughts. Look how pretty this is--this represents your mind, the mental skills you are bringing to the problem that brings you to me. You may not be able to impose order on the world around you, but you will be able to bring order and beauty to the things you do and and the things you make."
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The first disk is brass and has enamel colors dropped on it in a strange, patternless texture. The second has no enamel at all, just different types of metal swirled together. And the final disk is copper, with colors inlaid in a delicate symmetrical mandala.
"Ah, first you have Random. the most important circumstances that brought you to this point were not planned by anyone, they are no one's fault, and especially not yours. It's just the way it is, the natural world is, well natural, and stuff happens that just happens."
Her finger runs over the smooth enamel, but her eyes have moved on. "The tools you have to do things in the physical world--this disk is the symbol of Mystery. Is mystery itself your tool? Or do you need to find your tools still?" Then she smiles, "Or do you know your tools just fine, and it's none of my business?"
She picks up the final disk. "Ah, but here, see? This is the Mandala. Whatever chaos and mystery surrounds your life, you have found some success in ordering your thoughts. Look how pretty this is--this represents your mind, the mental skills you are bringing to the problem that brings you to me. You may not be able to impose order on the world around you, but you will be able to bring order and beauty to the things you do and and the things you make."