Today’s meditation was another of the skipped days. This means that I did not meditate and unfortunately I can’t remember why. It’s a Friday, oh…. OH. It’s because I left early to drive up north and get back at a reasonable time. So I skipped it.
What stands out to me the strongest in the imagery of this card is that the guy in the card is putting on his own crown. There’s no one else in the card, just the guy and his crown and his big ass ego crowing with pride.
The message that I see in this card has to do with not forgetting to look down. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that your personal perspective is just that… your personal perspective. This means when you’re feeling good sometimes you forget that not everyone is feeling good, and when you’re feeling like crap, not everyone else is feeling like crap.
It’s easy to get wrapped up in your own perspectives and forget to look around, especially when things are feeling intense or your ego is beating at its chest in a show of pride. The message today is a reminder to look around and pay attention, and remember that although you are never alone… your personal perspectives are unique to you and only you.
DECK USED: BONESTONE & EARTHFLESH TAROT
#DiscordTarotolicJan2021 Challenge Prompt
Topic: Draw or write something free-form inspired by the card(s).
There was once an old crone that lived at the edge of a small village and helped the residence with their woes. She made teas and tinctures, herbal blends and salves and all sorts of good things… and sometimes bad things too. She knew the secrets of how to heal and how to kill, and she listened to the troubles of those in the town with quiet patience before dolling out her gifts to those that sought her out for her secret knowledge. (The High Priestess)
One day on her way into town, the old woman was nearly trampled by a man on a horse. When the horse reared up and hooves flew through the air, the man shouted his curses at the crone, insulting her with disparaging words and blaming her for the near-miss instead of taking responsibility for his own carelessness and lack of control. (The Chariot)
The old woman tsk’d at the brash man that was so course with his words and insulting in his attitude. She shook her head as she apologized to the man and offered him a gift to soothe his anger and pride. She provided the man with a talisman charmed for success, promising that as long as he wore it he would win every battle. Snatching up the talisman from her grasp, he looked it over and slid it on as she spoke words of success and victory and always managing to obtain just what he needs… and as he rode away she whispered after him “just what you need… but no more”. (Five of Swords)
From that day forth, the man would indeed win every battle and every challenge he put himself to… and yet he would never manage to obtain what he truly desired. There would be no wealth… no full pantry or full coffers, no fine home or beautiful steeds. For with every win he would get just what he needed in that moment… and no more than that.