Spirit Within Tarot Reading Part 2

~ What Lies in the Future for Spirit Within Group?

Silence - Visionary Spirit

A time of waiting is necessary always, are we not always waiting, sitting in one place awaiting information, true love, or perhaps waiting the hear the still small voice within that says we may stop waiting. 

In each choice that exists I see a web of subsequent consequences and conclusions I must follow before committing to any one thing. It is easy to prevaricate before committing to a single intent. What must I give to walk the path I choose in this world? It is time to make a choice with a clear mind and open heart and that is why this silence and tranquillity is required – to contemplate. How can anyone make choices when holed up in a busy life or shut away from the voices of nature?

To know who I am and my natural part in the scheme of things, I must ponder some more, here with the heron who knows the meaning of waiting and stillness, for she relies on these disciplines to catch her meal. So, too, do the birds of prey that hover above me, waiting for a moment to drop, in perfect silence, but with deadly accuracy. 

Balance and harmony are in nature and not in the castles of the  mind or the physical world. To know myself I must see how the Earth and her inhabitants work truly in complete harmony with who and what they are. I can be no more, nor less than that which nature deemed me to be in this life. In stillness, I see my reflection in Mother Nature and I will know what to do.

So I wait for myself and my own answers within the mighty framework of a constantly evolving, shimmering Universe. I do not wait for myself alone, but for the Universe itself, so that I may best fulfil my part in the Dance of Life by using my own innate gifts. The gift of silence reveals the gift I can give in return; be this poetry or music, art or dance, drama or divination. Being a seer is as valid as being a smith or a warrior for without one the other may not be inspired.

Without the recording of song and story, picture and pose, there may be no alternative to a past and present made real only in terms of money, conquest, and laws. Without a spiritual aspect and an exploration of the inner self, the external physical world of materialism sees no balance, only a linear trudge to the next material goal. When we marvel at the graves and ancient monuments we do not marvel at their personal battles and glories, but rather at the jewellery, pottery and sacred higher energy of those sacred monuments. The beautiful wrought and lovingly crafted jewellery and stunning energy of an ancient stone circle, or a large pyramid sings to us. Without the counterbalance of the visionary, artist, poet, wysewoman, herbalist, or bard their would be no counterbalance to the acts that shaped nations and the communities within them.

Listen to what you have to say to yourself in the Silence. 

May you wait, for everything comes to those of us who do. And what is everything? Wisdom, Love, Inspiration, Hope.. enduring and transferable qualities that echo throughout the eons of space, time and this planet. If you feel tempted to rush at the next hiatus or problem – wait!

Transition will come, change will happen, but better to take the time to meditate on the possibilities quietly than run headlong into them for fear that you may appear lax or indifferent if you do not. 

Listen for Change!

 

Page of Earth - Jack-in-the-Green

I am the Greening and the Dying Back, the young Lord of Day and the waning Lord of the Old year. I am he who risks his life, he who dares to win over and over again in the cycles and seasons of nature. See me as the bold adventurer, Jack climbing the beanstalk, Jack on the road to seek his fortune, Jack the virile and witty youth, the hero. Or look again and see instead Jack standing tall and mature as the Sun King, ready to be sacrificed to provide a plentiful harvest for his people and for Earth herself.

Now turn again and see me as Lord of Misrule, hidden in the shadows, cloaked in the embers of the fading year. I hide my face as the Wheel of Life turns, Jack Frost with a white beard glittering, still lithe and leaping outside your window. I am also Lord of Darkness, wise and elderly, slipping into the silence as the year dies and is reborn.

I am the energy of the cycle of life, the wheel of fortune, seasons ever turning, energy ever flowing freely into the new, the past dies and decays and provides the compost for the nourishment of new life that emerges from the silence and stillness of the winter. That time of ice and snow when all appears to be dead or still and no life is apparent, yet the green shoots of new life are gestating beneath that blanket of silence and muffled life. Jack is that new irrepressible energy of spring, leaping off into daring-do, skipping and jumping over the obstacles with no forethought, guided purely by instinct, Spirit and intuition.

 

 

 

Om Namah Shivaya