So, like I said yesterday, I’m starting a tarot challenge today! It’s a bit of an old one, but I haven’t really had any more recent ones come across my path.
Anyhow, today is day one, and the theme is… well, theme.
What is my theme? It’s something that’s tempting to define in the context of other people– who am I to my friends, S.O., former lovers, people who are or have been in my circle? It’s also tempting, albeit possibly less useful, to define it for myself. Who am I to myself, other than an overactive mind that gets in my way, and aching flesh that gets in my way in a slightly more tangible, irritating fashion? That’s a kettle of fish I decided not to open. Not yet.
I decided to ask about my role in the world as I shuffled. Not just to other people, but to everything– nature, divine consciousness, however you’d like to name it.
… Which honestly surprised me a little. The last time someone did atarot reading about me (I don’t have them often– I tend to prefer other methods of divination for myself), this card came up as my representation. It was a bit different than a signifier, which is generally chosen by the tarot reader based on the client’s appearance, age, sign, etc., in that it was drawn at random. That sequence of events also led to me almost losing an arm and ending up with a scar that still, twelve years later, bleeds occasionally, but that’s neither here nor there. It was a bit of a surprise to see her again in that context.
The High Priestess generally represents wisdom, serenity, knowledge, and mystery. Part spirit guide, part psychopomp, she holds the secret to accessing the deeper, hidden realms. She is the subconscious mind and intuition. In some interpretations, she represents a powerful, esoteric, spiritually intuitive woman.
So, my theme is intuition, mystery, and esoteric wisdom. I can live with that. It gives me a foothold for deeper introspection, and possibly a lens through which to interpret my position, the events in my life, and some of the other cards I pull. That’s cool.
For the fun of it, I pulled a card from the Regretsy Tarot, too. In this case, I am the 4 of Genitalia. It portrays a smiling uterus inside of a red tent festooned with party balloons. Make of this what you will.