Prose of The High Priestess
A stream of consciousness poem inspired by the Tarot's Major Arcana, The High Priestess
Close your eyes. Fall. Let her catch you; if she doesn’t, know that there’s no intention to break your trust, but unconsciously keep a better promise through a deep dive into your psyche.
Close your eyes. Listen. Even when your eyes are open, you can feel her screaming in your most vulnerable places; your gut and your heart. Relentlessly, she struggles against your consciousness that is almost convinced to ignore her and instead let outside forces have the final say. Too long you’ve been told to ignore her calling, as if she would lead you astray. Ignoring her is betraying yourself. Ignoring her is defiling yourself, condemning yourself as a monster deserving to be bruised and silenced due to being wrong too many times, when all you were experiencing the process of learning and developing into your own. All she wants to witness with you is the decadent transparency of all that you are using all her insight without judgment. You’ve been listening to the outside forces for too long, persuaded to view transparency as weakness and her as an enabler of your shame.
You let this happen. You damned your intuition as superstition because the made up world around you demands you listen to their made up rules. Why can The Magician harness the power of the gods and give birth to worlds, whereas you must remain silent? The High Priestess has insight into the fabric of many worlds, including yours. She is never silenced because she’s been revered for eons as a cataclysmic power, deconstructing, birthing, divine.
No other goddess has the bravery to dive into the shadows and nurture them, dissect them, expose them and reveal your inner truths as goldmines glimmering with the answers to your endless questions. Rather than reflecting on the treasure within, you seek validation outside of yourself as if you are living without such treasures, allowing the made up worlds with their made up rules to dictate your inner realities. Even amidst your self-made delusions, she keeps her focus in the abyss your shadows carved into your soul. She’ll fall so deeply in your darkness, find the edges of your universe, break through, and find a light and a hidden power you deemed nonexistent. Her boundary breaking intuition holds a resolve of bravery and truth without the tangible evidence outside worlds command we bring forth. What freedom.
You, on the other hand, desire to follow the Priestess’s lead, yet bolt the other way, fearing the crack of the whip of those outside forces and made up rules. Surrender to her journey. Surrender to her ways. She means you no harm, but means to confront your harms and healing, your desires and disappointments, all your life experiences, and transmute them into omens, signals for your consciousness to respond to in respect to the themes of your soul and the treasures within. As you trust her, you’re trusting yourself, so dive with her into your shadows until the crack of the whip is silent, until the outside forces are mute, until you hear the High Priestess speak to you in your voice and say, “You must.”
“Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, "I must," then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge…Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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