Chaos is reigning in my beautiful, orderly life. It is rampaging through every cell in my body. It is wreaking havoc, destroying every idea and ideal that I’ve held.
Chaos has been demanding and brash. The Fool led me to the edge of a cliff, enticing me to step boldly (or timorously) into plummet into an unfamiliar gorge. And I stepped.
Chaos has been generous and supportive. The Magician bestowed gifts and tools, providing means for me to help myself. And I accepted.
Chaos has been mysterious and harsh. The High Priestess challenged me to trust my own knowing, to commandeer my own journey. And I took the helm.
Chaos has been soothing and reassuring. The Empress held up a mirror and let me see: I’ve got this.
I am roiling in particles of wisdom and packets of energy, but I haven’t assembled the pieces into a coherent whole. Motion sickness alternates with intense fatigue. It is difficult to keep my head above water.
I am relieved to see a sturdy boat and a virile man. I’d like to say that I don’t need to be rescued, but recognizing my strength does not mean I have to walk (or swim) alone. Also, I feel weak. When he reaches out a muscular arm, I gladly take his hand.
“People are afraid, very much afraid of those who know themselves,” he says. “Your enlightenment upsets the world order and tosses you into turbulent seas. You must be courageous to follow your heart and create a life.”
He pushes me, rather unglamorously shoving my bottom over the edge, into the boat, then swings himself gracefully over the bow.
“Now you are safe. Harness your energy. Set your course. And sail away.”
Inspired by Lyn Thruman‘s October Writing Challenge: Writing the Wisdom of the Soul. I am expanding, evolving, shining, and taking the reins in my journey.
Prompt for October 7: The Emperor is a director and overseer, bringing order where chaos can reign supreme. He’s logic, reason, experience, and boundary protection.
Write about where you could use the energy of The Emperor to protect your boundaries. Where are you allowing energy or time leaks to occur?
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