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So the initiation is complete, now where do I go? The journey continues…

Cards/Numbers: 7 of Coins/64, 6 of Coins/65, King of Coins/66

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First Impressions: These cards hold significance in many areas of life. I see them as a progression….progressing from hard work and labor in the 7 of Coins, to the gift of the 6 of Coins in attainment, then eventually feeling limited by the construct that you have created in the King of Coins. On a personal note, I do love the 6 of Coins because the girl looks so much like my daughter did when she was young- and even wears a dress similar to the one she had. Truly of gift of love and laughter.

Masculine/Feminine/Neutral: 7 and 6 of Coins-neutral, King of Coins- masculine

Senses: The warm air settles around you as you wipe the sweat from your brow, a long day at work. Then, finally, you can sit and enjoy the labors of your work and the gift of accomplishment in your creation. But as time moves on, you start to feel bored, then trapped, and the air grows stale again.

Symbols: bread, gift, sarcophagus

Story (intuitive): I remember. That journey home from the mountains after my initiation, being welcomed into the community now of my peers- fellow priest and priestesses who had walked the same path I just completed. It was a time full of excitement, life, accomplishment, and spiritual fullness. Everywhere I looked, things were growing. All around me, life was in bloom- my spirit soared. Like a fountain of renewal, I found my Spirit growing and evolving- a change within myself that was too huge to contain, as it spilled out everywhere- into everything. And I watched as the gift was given to those around me, and laughed and sighed at those that were thankful and accepted, and those that were frightened and turned away. But grow it did- and my consorts were with me, and we were strong and as one. And I spoke to divinity as I spoke to humanity- with no restrictions, no barriers, no fear and full of love. How can something so right, so powerful not be wanted by others? I began to sit back, and watch how the masses walked like a blind hoard, no hearing- not seeing- not being- not living. And I was so happy to not be walking there. I felt like I had broken free of some psychic prison that had captured me for so long. And as I watched, a part of me broke away, leaving humanity behind- a hope toward divinity, and a longing to return home and leave the masses behind. And I sat, in a place of fullness and complacency, for a time.

But then, something changed, slowly and methodically, insidiously inserting itself into my core without my being aware. And then I woke up one morning, and could not hear- and I walked outside and could not see, and I looked in the mirror, and saw that my eyes were dead. And I looked around me, and saw myself in the hoard, and a part of Spirit died. I cried out, but could hear no response. I called to my consorts- but they were not there. And as I watch my old self, crying out and lost- even now it brings chills to my spine. There is no place so dark as the one you find yourself in when you lose Spirit, as you once knew it, and you feel the loss so keenly. How did it happen, you ask? I do not know for sure myself, even now- but I think that part of it was how I dissociated myself with humanity, and removed myself from the “hoard”- thinking myself higher, not realizing that I was losing my humanity by doing so. Another part was that I again felt boxed in, something was calling on the horizon- something outside of the bounds of my initiation- and so I had no idea how to approach it- and did not listen to the new divine teachers that were waiting for me. A complex dichotomy of cutting myself off from both humanity and divinity- a fall so great, a loss so complete. And now, I sit in ashes, the ashes of my soul- and when the blackness came, and the light was completely gone- only then did I whisper, “I’m sorry.”- and then, I heard it- a softer whisper still, “Come back home daughter, come back home.”

Astrologic: 7 of Coins: week of the new moon in Leo, 6 of Coins: week of the first quarter moon in Scorpio, King of Coins: week of the full moon in Aquarius; planetary ruler: the Moon.

Element: earth

Keywords:
7 of Coins: reward
6 of Coins: gift
King of Coins: value

Meanings:
7 of Coins: the patience and hard work that brings about reward
6 of Coins: giving or receiving a gift.
King of Coins: Traditionally a dark haired/eyed man with the zodiac sign of Taurus. A place of security that can lead to a narrowed view, learning about the true value of something.

Quote: "I was re-born, full of Spirit, but now am lost- Mother, help bring me home!”
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