suffocating yourself and creativity
YOUR PRIMARY CARD = THE QUEEN OF WANDS
A somewhat unexpected message for those who have found this page
(and for myself).
What we must discuss is an unfortunate sore spot of our entitled egos.
Why don’t I paint the picture for you.
See — a young, beautiful creative, who has spent so much time trying to be more mature than she (or he) really is. That confidence and self-assured was not born out of no where, however. This woman truly does have mental acuities greater than those who surround her; a mind more unique than many will ever get the opportunity to know (as it goes for most, no?).
She aims for a level of suave, effortless power. She knows that she is a leader, and has to offer something back to the world… But she wants to do that on her own terms. She carries a strong, independent amount of force and strength.
The dilemma of present is that this young woman has muted her subtle instincts, and traded her intuition for logic.
With a mind like that, doesn’t it make sense that she would?
Would you not believe that your thoughts, and your logic be your greatest superpower too? Especially when you’ve been gifted with the ability to see things from a perspective that the majority do not. Her gifts, clearly Mercurian and Uranian in nature, exalt her style of communication. Once again, speaking in ways that those around her do not. She is streamlined for excellence, and wisdom and intellect of the highest caliber.
So what could possibly be the detriment of that?
She is creating an atmosphere
that is too cold for creativity.
Her mind is meant to create balance only in the most challenging of circumstances. She has been driven by her ability to problem solve, and see past bull-shit logic. That takes a cold, hard, and sharp-edged sword. You’re not designing delicate lace patterns and kaleidoscopic portals, you’re removing excess, dead, or ineffective paradigms and beliefs.
But we have gotten too comfortable in this seat, beneath this crown of logic and cold rationale. We beg for an inhale of warm, wet air, to fill our lungs and enchant our cells with the fertile magic of our Earth. The Earth that at once, we allowed ourselves, ourcells, and our souls to play in.
Behind her, there is a memory of a more youthful self who played more innocently with the world around her. She was more naive, so she tells herself. Now she has seen the true evils of the world, and lives in this protective suit of armor described by “wit” or “intelligence”.
This is only one piece of the greater puzzle.
Leave space for your decadence. For the magic that does not make sense, and does not need to make sense, because you are there and that is enough. Make room for your art, and creativity. For the joy that never strived to be right, or to be productive. Surrender to the magic of your ignorant bliss.
Your heart is yearning to be a part of the picture.
You cannot calculate your way to the end,
unless you wish to undo yourself.
Allow the picture to unfold before you.
Surrender to your soul, and once more, learn again.
Page of Cups, Queen of Swords, and Five of Pentacles.
