Ace of Wands with The Moon

Witches Tarot by Ellen Dugan and Mark Evans

Simple question: Who doesn’t like to be tantalized and titillated, mesmerized and mystified, enthralled and enraptured?

Did you raise your hand? Did you say “No, I’m not one for wonderment”? Probably not. I didn’t. I like to have my senses all atingle. I am much like most people I know; we love to find ourselves enthralled by some stimuli that widens our eyes and pries our mouths agape.

This might come in the form of a plot twist in a movie or tv show, it might be the high conflict in a novel or a story, perhaps it is a juicy piece of news about some big event that happened to someone famous, or innocent, or notorious.

Maybe our senses were stimulated by something new in the form of the material; we bought a new car, we tried on a new fancy wig, a puppy was introduced into our home, we just powered on the latest version of the smartphone we just received.

I don’t know if it’s a cultural thing or a human condition thing, but we are addicted to newness. New events, new circumstances, new things, new technological advances, even new concepts and ideas. We love the moment when we cross the threshold from the banal to the thrill, we love to gasp at the reveal.

The problem is, the eternal stretch of the jejune that lives between the moments of delight inevitably rises up. It is during those lingering moments when we leap out of staying in the present like a cat walking across a hot stove. We play in our mind the highlight reels of the past events which tickled our senses, or we drum our fingers on the table waiting to be delightfully surprised again.

We as present-day people are jaded by peace and quiet and solitude. The irony is that true inspiration is found in the still space beyond the senses. We believe we are moved by all the little twinkles of delight that we so fervently seek, but these really are just distractions.

In all honesty, we are quite often afraid of those quiet moments where we are left with nothing but our own thoughts and feelings. The unspoken and unseen recesses beneath our senses are regarded like under-the-bed monsters. We live in fear of facing the part of ourselves that is meant to be grounded indefinitely without tv, phone, or dessert. We do anything to avoid having that long overdue nonverbal conversation with our subconscious. We know it will tell us what we need to do to be who we want to become, who we need to become, but it requires of us the work we aren’t willing to sign up for. It requires ripping the bandaid off our tender ego to reveal the shadow side that comprises our wounds and begs to be washed, rinsed, and exposed to the air in order to heal.

If we find ourselves frequently uninspired, with an insatiable itch to be tantalized by the next distraction be it through acquisition of the next latest and greatest thing or through a volley of escapisms, that is our queue to seek out the quiet space within. That realm may seem like it offers nothing but void and formlessness, but in all actuality it is the source of that which propels us toward our own rich becoming.


The Hermit

An elderly solitary man stands atop a mountain, lantern aloft, staff in hand

When we are learning to create the life we want, we often look outside ourselves for instruction. We might turn to text and documents to learn the art of manifestation. We may seek teachers or spiritual guides to help illuminate the mystery of creating our reality. Sometimes we turn to outside sources to determine what it is we should want, what we should know, what we should do.

What we often overlook is our own selves as our greatest source for wisdom. We forget that we are the experts of our own lives, and that most often we are our own greatest source of guidance. It is during moments of solitude, of quiet introspection, when we find our deepest and greatest truths. It is within this truth where we find pure creation. It is from this unadulterated connection to our own being that emanates the purest essence of our manifestation.

Creating our reality is based on the central part of this action in and of itself; it is our own reality we are creating. We provide ourselves the blueprints from which to construct our lives. We are our own source, we are our own wellspring of being. It is most often where we need to look, where we need to reach to find ourselves. When we live our own truths, we release ourselves from doctrine, from codices, from designs of living that are meant to serve more as a template, a suggestion. When we look to others for guidance, let us not look to the specific steps or paths they have taken. Let us look to how well they follow their own truths. Let us be inspired to live in alignment with our own inner light.