“Mom, what’s your biggest fear?” asks my thirteen year old Triple-Gemini warrior mini-priestess.I know she’s hoping for something gory or goofy but I am a straight shooter.
Bam! Easy, peasy. No second guessing that. Of course all of the mama-fears are there. Of course. Legions of them, gory and gruesome-- but they seem strangely manageable compared to imprisonment, confinement, contraction of body, mind, or spirit. Loss of liberty, being on lock down. Taken. Held. Isolated.captive, in bondage.
Via laborious, yet loving detail I could give the Astro Smarties a peek at the way my Twelfth House Aries Moon hints at a past-life intense confinement of self and spirit, imprisonment, ice cold and solitary. But let’s be In The Now. With all of the beauties and blessings in this lifetime, I have been both by own captor and liberator. (Enter the Empress of the Tarot!)
First though, The Tower card must have its due. The edifice, the artifice, the structure that seems so solid, ready to serve for a lifetime is struck by a single bolt of lightning. Bricks and mortar tumble in pure chaotic devastation. At the Tower’s’ center? Always Truth, the treasure.The Wake Up. And after the excavation, the long road to heal: claiming inner authority.
Tarot’s Empress archetype is deceptively simple. Regal, beautiful, abundant, receptive to the riches of the natural world, holding high vision for her domain. Sovereign, yes. Fecund, fertile, fabulous, OK- check. In her hand though, Empress holds a lovely pen, poised at the ready: Is it a raven quill? A peacock feather? A Gelly-Roller (LOVE those glitter ones, right)? She writes out your permission slips.
For a lifetime we can be imprisoned by External Authority, the expectations of others. Their preferences, whims, and wonderments can create our maps of the possible. We shrink in proportion to the needs and projections of others. Then, the Tower comes down. We think we can dust ourselves off smartly and proceed. Empress reminds us that we must grant self-permissions to escape an insidious captivity of our own devices.
Permission to be as you are.
Permission to grant permission.
Permission to align with ecstasy.
Permission to connect the dots.
Permission to surrender.
Permission to be both Church and State.
Permission to reap what you sow.
Permission to feel it down to your toes.
Permission to contradict yourself and where necessary, contradict others.
If we are to offer ourselves unconditional welcome in light and shadow let’s put ink to paper, hand to heart, blood to earth, body to body. “Great Universal Mother, May I?
Yes, honey. You surely may.
Need a guide, a cheerleader to claim your self-permissions? Reach out today. Here I am!