Forest of Life – The Four Aces

So this first week we have been asked to look at, meditate on and create with
the Four Aces.  I decided as I mentioned in my previous post, that I am going to use the cards as prompts.

Today I pulled out the first 4 decks on my table.  If I’m being honest these are the ones that I used yesterday and had not yet put back,  – untidy/busy person that I am.

They were: 

Thoth Tarot Deck – Aleister Crowley

Tarot of the Mystical Moments – Catrin Welz -Stein

Blood & Ink, – Elise Oursa

Smith- Waite Tarot Deck – Centennial Edition

I shuffled each deck first and asked for the appropriate Ace, to show itself and then went through until I found the first one.

I did this until I had the four laid before me, then I sat for a while, meditated,  and then I started to write.

Ace of Discs

In the Beginning was the Word, and She was the Word and the Word was Her.

Nothing was created without her Whisper, and nothing ended without her Say.

Her Voice sang us into existence, and through Her Logos did we Become.

Ace of Wands

Thus, when her Logos became the Book, we grew from and out of it. Stretching towards the Heavens,

Our fragrance saturates the skies, like clouds of iridescent Hope.

Our leaves, like wings, imbibed by sunlight, lifted us until we transcended Imperfection and flew.

Ace of Spades

So sure of ourselves we forgot Her and cast Her aside, not knowing, illiterate to the Truth.

Only as we fell, spiralling down to the chthonic, into Her Interior. Where She, who begat it all, opened her bough and consumed us, did we understand

Laying Between and Betwixt, cradled in Her engorged Breasts, we waited for a new Nirvana. Such was our Belief.

Ace of Cups

And as Her waters broke, we rose from Virgin Territory. Girdled in Her Knowledge, Sanctified by Death.

Consecrated. Refreshed and repurposed, Transmuted by Dea, our Creatrix, our Queen of Heaven,

Like Lilies upon a Silent See, we floated towards Oblivion.

©Shullie H Porter, The Delightful Mrs P, 2023


Published by The Delightful Mrs P

Witch, Writer, Card Slinger, Chocolate Lover, Tea Drinker, Cake Eater & Mystic. A Northern Lass, a Walker between and betwixt. I'll talk to Anyone, dead or alive.

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