A little while back for the 12 month challenge, I had to write about what kind of Pagan themed movie I would create if I could, and stated that I would be starting on the artwork and poetry for this little project. Yesterday I got struck by the creative bug and decided to start on my work.
So far, I have begun on a preliminary drawing of The High Priestess, which I will show to you once it is complete. I will be doing preliminary drawings for all 78 cards of a Tarot deck, taking you on the Fools journey. I will also be attempting to complete 22 paintings of the Major Arcana, and may have smaller paintings of the minor arcana. This is an immense project, and not only requires all of my creative juices, it also will help me to become acquainted with my own journey, and the more acquainted with the Tarot.
In a Tarot Deck the High Priestess is card “II”, Starting at II might seem strange at first but for me, it was about what I was feeling at a particular moment. Usually one would start with the Fool “0”, and it would make sense to introduce the “Hero” of the story, but maybe, it is only through the High Priestess’s obsidian orb that we are able to view this particular journey. She shows the way forward, and presents to us the dreamscape, which we will be traversing, she is the enchantress after all, the one who knows our deepest desires, our greatest fears, she knows what is hidden beneath, and it is through her Shamanic Hedge riding that we are able to be taken upon this journey.
She is the traveler between the worlds, she holds the key to the Otherworld, and she is the conductor of souls. Make no mistake that she can indeed be seductive, enigmatic and dangerous. She is The Witch, the one who curses, heals and loves, and she is the one who will guide us through this journey, she is both antagonist and guide, challenger and protector, she is fierce, fiery, but it is the fire of the moon, cold and calm, but can raise storms and tides to treacherous outcomes.
She is ever mysterious, Priestess of Hekate, the Dark side of the moon, the shadows that bob and bounce in the candlelight and the eye that see’s beyond the physical reality. She is also deceit for things are not always as they seem, she is madness, she is lunacy, she is the ecstasy of beating drums and pounding feet, she is maiden, mother, crone, she is Isis Unveiled, she is desire run amuck, she is sacred prostitution and veiled virginity, she is cruelty and irrationality, and she is waiting in the echo of every chant, incantation and whisper.