The High Priestess…

In the velvet hush of your dreams, the High Priestess emerges from a glimmering mist, her eyes twin moons shimmering with ancient knowing. Draped in robes woven from midnight and starlight, she beckons you forward with a smile that flickers like candlelight in the dark. From beneath a veil of sacred silence, she offers you something impossibly juicy—a pomegranate split open like a secret, its ruby seeds glistening with promise. "Taste," she whispers, her voice a ripple in the ether. "Within lies truth sweeter than desire, and knowledge too wild for waking." As your lips touch the fruit, the dream deepens, and your soul begins to remember. When you awaken, honor the dream by giving it form—etch its symbols into words, for what is remembered becomes a doorway. Through this act, the dream's magic is anchored in the realm of the living, where its wisdom can unfold and guide the soul’s quiet unfolding.

“The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul.” – Carl Jung

The High Priestess - Art by Lauren Oberlin