Where I have been? In High Priestess mode. Big time.
It’s honestly not the time to talk about it at depth since so much is still in progress, but I have not forgotten the Speak to Me Tarot space.
It’s still very much alive, and I intend to continue writing here.
The High Priestess is about secrets. She is shrouded in mystery. She knows, she sees, she is almost fully enmeshed with the unseen.
She has no ceiling above her, symbolizing that there is no barrier from divine spaces, nor limits to her capacity to divine.
I say divine both as an adjective and a verb. As a verb, I mean to engage with or practice divination—to read the signs that point us to answers, to resolve, to the past, present, and future.
The High Priestess knows who the fuck she is. Do I? Let’s just say I’m learning.
I have dove into the great mystery. I am confronting and undoing my own self-doubt and cynicism towards having a divination practice and uncovering faculties within myself that have truly surprised me.
It makes sense that engaging in a daily intensive tarot practice would lead to accessing my higher faculties. I just didn’t realize how far the rabbit hole went or will go. I’m learning now, and it’s strange to write about it on the internet for public consumption.
I’ll write more when things settle.
That being said, the equinox is coming soon, in a little over a week. I believe the true equinox lands on September 22nd here in the U.S.
It’s a beautiful time to plant seeds for the next six months, equinox to equinox.
That’s what I’ll be doing next week, then I’ll see you on the other side.
For now, I return behind the High Priestess’s pomegranate curtain, shrouding myself in her mystery.