The King of Pentacles has offered himself to us, serving as the rooted earth our deep waters run through this moon cycle. It is the time of year in which we have the most access to those who came before us, inside and out, above and below. In our busy lives, we often forget about who we came from, we forget what we are, and that there are lifetimes of people and places and circumstances that have allowed the possibility for our very existence. Now is the time to connect with those anchors in our earth banks, and thank them in remembrance, in reverence, for all they did to clear our road.
We also have the opportunity to recognize the haunts of the past, both our own and those of the ones who came before us. We acknowledge the wounds we carry that keep us locked in limited understanding of our potential. The thin veils of this time provides direct access to the source of those wounds in ways that we are not usually afforded.
This moment is the time of champions, hollowing out old festers, and creating space for new constructs that are cleaner, sharper, perhaps even prettier, than the ones left rotting in the corners of our minds. We are creating hallowed ground from old drain pipes, and learning how to live in the dark gutters of our subconscious. We are not out of the woods yet in this mutation. The dark shadows of what kept us in a cave are bellowing out for food, as we have starved them all year, and now we must find the nerve to bring them to their final end. This sacrificial act allows the space for the light to break through, and shed illumination throughout as we slough off the old form.
Our psychic within has got its hand up begging to be put in the game. It is her time to shine, and guide us through the realms that are usually hidden. She is asking us to give her the day in the sun she so richly deserves, and allow ourselves to be shown all of the things we’ve built with our ghosts in the underworld. By opening our other eyes, we erase the spooky speculation behind our fearful curiosities, and see once and for all that the boogey man is really a simple projection, without form, without substance.
May we push our hands through two dimensions, and give thanks for the long road home.
**card image from New Palladini Tarot