ARCANE 2, The High Priestess
Everything
is made of memory. Everything remember. In a world made of energy,the energy enters
in a repetition cycle, to become fixed in a form, be it of a star, be it of a
planet, be it of a tree, be it of a person. Behind us, our past and the past of
the Universe maintain everything stable. To foresee the future is easy, you just
have to know what happened, because it will anew happen.
Then this conditioning
is made of the images we memorized. Using our imagination, changing an image we
used as a reference in such or such situation, we change the influence of the
past, we change such or such automatism, and more. More! As the images are made
of energy, we change the quality of the energy irradiating from us, the quality
of our aura, the events we were drawing to us, our present and our future.
In the arcane 2, behind the High Priestess, behind her back, is a door to
the Secret Temple , the past, the subconscious. Ahead, the future.
Inner Travel
Wrapped
of moonlight,
letting
your imagination dream,
you discover an ancient Temple.
With curiosity, you are going down to the crypt.
A shaking
light, illuminate the shadowy stairs.
Through the sole of your naked
feet
you can feel the steps, the smooth and cool stones.
You are entering the crypt where from the walls
a soft light emanates, like
a moonlight,
in silence, this silence coming
from the centuries.
The High Priestess is seated
on her throne
of silver adorned of black velvet.
A mysterious, serene light, emanates
from her.
Behind her you can see an opened door,
the Secret
Temple Door,
the door of the Inner Temple,
where
the interior of everything is hidden,
the secrets of life and of the
world.
The High Priestess' impassible face
badly hide a smile of
welcome.
A profound sentiment of love awakes in you.
A formal greeting is not necessary,
a total understanding is flowing
between her and you, between you and her.
Yes, a well being,
a tranquil sensation of happiness,
of profound reality.
She
stands up, invites you to seat down
on the throne of silver and
velvet.
The throne is comfortable,
with respect and pleasure
you accommodate.
In your back you begin to feel
the presence of
the Secret Temple
from where a powerful
and serene energy irradiates.
You can feel in your back
the proper Power of the Universe.
Behind your back you can feel the music of the Universe,
the immensity
of Space and Time.
In your back, behind,
you can
feel the Knowledge,
the incredible power of Knowledge, the music.
The knowledge is mysterious,
always will be.
But in your
back you can feel the Temple,
this Temple made of stones,
of
all of the intelligences of the stones.
Made of water, of this
water that does not wet the hands,
of all of the intelligences of water.
Made of air, of all of the intelligence of the air, of the sylphs.
This Temple made of a fire that does not burn,
of all of the intelligences
of the fire, of the salamanders.
Behind your back you feel,
it seems as if you were touching
the Intelligences of the atoms,
the chemical intelligences
And the intelligences
of the planets,
the planetary gods.
The gods are here, all
of them.
They live in the space of the Secret Temple.
More.
Even more! You can feel,
it is like to touch with your back,
the
intelligences who govern the galaxies.
The Universe is behind your back,
the past, the present,
the immensity of the Divine
Memory
is behind your back,
sustaining you. Inspiring
you.
Transmitting power,
this immense and serene power, so
natural,
the immense power of the past
pushing you ahead.
You stand up.
To express gratitude to the High Priestess is not
necessary,
she is in you.
The High Priestess' moonlight,
her aura,
her bio-energetic field
forever goes along with you.
And you go ahead,
a mysterious smile on your lips.
You
go ahead,
so that the future all around you could smile,
smile in such a natural manner,
in the natural way of a rose
opening in a morning of spring time.
All
of the Secrets are there, in our Inner World:
Hidden
Doors.
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