April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

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April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

Postby GabrielO » Wed Apr 08, 2015 6:57 am

Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)
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Re: April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

Postby Starry Soul » Wed Apr 08, 2015 12:18 pm

This one just blew the previous 19 readings out of the window, pretty much.
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Re: April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

Postby GabrielO » Wed Apr 08, 2015 12:20 pm

Starry Soul wrote:This one just blew the previous 19 readings out of the window, pretty much.
:lol:
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Re: April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

Postby Anael Lucis » Wed Apr 08, 2015 1:22 pm

Starry Soul wrote:This one just blew the previous 19 readings out of the window, pretty much.


:D

HAPPY NUIT EVERYONE!
"As long as space endures, as long as sentient beings remain, until then, may I too remain to dispel the miseries of the world." - Arya Shantideva, Bodhicaryāvatāra
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Re: April 8 (GIMEL, The Priestess, Moon) Liber L., Cap. I (Nuit)

Postby Anael Lucis » Wed Apr 08, 2015 1:23 pm

Tarot Meditation – The Priestess

There is a long line on the horizon curving, separating the abode from the great ocean. Inside the ocean are various fruits of its womb – pearls and beautiful corals, treasure chests abundant with silver and gold. And she lifts up the net pulling out of the riches of the earth and water, scattering them up into the atmosphere and they all find their place in the heavens above.
And she pulls the silver dust from her bosom and scatters that too. She’s the Lunar Goddess, the Mother of the Stars, the mother of all that is vast, and blue, and black; of all vastness that is an open space for myriads of potentialities to unfold and bear fruit, and she has no limits, she has no beginning nor end. Her domain and her body are vast and unobstructed, yet they are pervaded with silver thread that holds everything together in an interconnected relationship, so that all is the part of one. And since there is no division beyond one, there is no even one – it is everything and nothing at once.
And in her belly churns the essence of the stars and she opens her legs generously birthing galaxies, universes, countless dimensions – because she is the ultimate goddess of abundance, she is the ultimate mother of all things from which she is inseparable herself, as are we inseparable from her. She is pure ecstasy. The pinnacle of joy and pleasure is her Yoni which springs all that is great and perfect and sublime into existence. The energy that pours out from her is the Prana that gives life, the Prana that is pervaded with consciousness in its every minute part. Her exalted scent pervades every consciousness and when the heart is open the energy of her love penetrates the throat and spills generously into every individual microcosm. Thus is empowered the insight that - like a seed - is inherently planted in every embodied cloud of awareness and is waiting to be nourished by lustral waters of devotion. And the seed may crack and the light of the moon may shine upon the inner darkness of our minds revealing the upward path that leads into a divine gardens of exalted wisdom whereupon a thousand-petaled lotus may be plucked and consumed by the senses.
The star formations in the sky are but residual traces of her barefoot imprint. She dwells in this cosmic playground of hers, letting us ever remain in wonder looking up and admiring the simple remnants of her presence. Thus we have intoxication in our hearts innately, too. So when our cup spills and overflows at the transcendent experience of love, the Sun may shine from our hearts and illuminate all, uncovering the vision of one taste and the utter annihilation of the prison form.
In this greatest-of-all luminosity everything becomes the same source of light.
"As long as space endures, as long as sentient beings remain, until then, may I too remain to dispel the miseries of the world." - Arya Shantideva, Bodhicaryāvatāra
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