It's In the Cards
Tarot Meditation
As a lot of tarot card readers do I pull one tarot card and meditate on it early every morning. I have some personal meditations that I will be sharing at a later date. To start us off though I would like to share some wonderful meditations created for the Major Trumps by Bill Heidrick.
Tarot Meditations 1975-76
by Bill Heidrick
All Rights Reserved.
These mediations may work best with a BOTA (Paul Foster Case) or Rider Pack (Waite) Tarot Deck.
Fool Meditation 9/30/75
Adapted from "Understanding the Tarot", column six, by Bill Heidrick (First published in "Gnostica")
The Fool embodies whirling wind blowing between worlds. The Fool is pure existence, without substance or form. This spirit falls into the abyss of mortality. This spirit becomes all that is, seems locked into form. Yet this one being rises freely back to the silence of formlessness. The wandering Fool is like a spinning dust-devil that comes from no visible place, assumes a cloud of matter and then vanishes back into the unknown. All other Tarot cards are images frozen in time of the whirling Fool that is beyond time. When the Fool rules the world, he is the Emperor. When the Fool sits alone in thought, she is the High Priestess. When the Fool is terror and explosion, -- that is the Tower. All are bound in the oneness of the Fool. The Fool is bound by no-thing.
Magician Meditation 10/6/75
Adapted from "Understanding the Tarot", column seven, by Bill Heidrick (First published in "Gnostica")
Before becoming the Magician, the Fool is a breeze blowing in light gusts everywhere in space. When the Fool becomes the Magician, the breeze becomes a whirlwind of concentrated force. When glazed, absent-minded eyes become suddenly bright and hawk-like, the Magician wakens.
Look at the picture on the Magician card. Imagine yourself as the magician. Your right hand rises to receive a ray of warm and brilliant light. The light travels through you, influenced by your mind. Power issues from your left hand and the world is molded in the image of your thoughts.
Imagine yourself alone in a vast place. You cannot see the walls or the ceiling. Air stirs about you in soft, random touches. Inside your body, near the navel, a great force dwells. Your mind is clear, with a golden light about your head. The light reaches down and sends out a wave of force, like a great curved and shapeless arm from the center near your navel. The arm of force catches the air about you. Winds begin to blow about you in circular motion. Feel the whirling vortex of power strong about you. Below you a light dimly shines. It brightens. Beneath you in the light is a great hall lined with many doors. The doors open and close at your bidding. One door attracts your attention more than the others. Let the door open. See what is beyond it.
High Priestess Meditation 10/13/75
The Fool is a soft breeze blowing everywhere in space. The Magician is a mighty whirlwind reaching from earth to sky. The High Priestess is the quiet within the wind, the peaceful eye within the storm. She dwells in a place where the air stirs not and even thoughts are quiet. This vestal is a child become almost a woman. Her days of protection and trust are with her yet. With her also is the first bloom of the mysteries of the Moon, the mysteries of later spring turning to summer in her body.
Look at the picture on the High Priestess card. See the priestess. Let your eyes meet hers. Her eyes flicker and then still. They look deeply into yours. In your heart a question grows. It slowly rises to clarity. The Priestess waits to answer it.
Close your eyes to the outside world. Let the blue and white of the little goddess shimmer before your mind. From your heart a need has reached out. From the temple of the Priestess a soft answer comes. The answer is not in words, for the need surpasses words. Let the soft blue and white of the goddess dissolve in silver moonlight. In the radiance find meaning.
Empress Meditation 10/20/75
The Empress is a soft breeze issuing from the calm of the High Priestess. She is the light of the sun vitalizing growing things. She is the dance of inspiration; her touch is the life of the world. When pain burns and fear threatens, the Mother Empress balms and protects.
Look at the picture on the Empress card. Let your eyes see the bright sky of the morning. Listen to the sound of falling water. Feel the softness of the wind that stirs tall trees in rustling imitation of a waterfall. Feel the solid coolness of stone beneath you. Enjoy the warm garden of the Empress.
Close your eyes but hold the images and feelings of the Empress card close about you. Your are in a great forest of ancient trees. It's the kind of place people sometimes fear to enter, yet you are at home. The air is refreshing. There are sounds of leaves brushing leaves, of water flowing, of branches moving at the caress of the cool and fragrant air. A great Tree is close to you. From the Tree a presence seems to grow. There is a vast invisible being dwelling in the tree. A breeze moves past the Tree to stir your hair. Mother blesses you.
Emperor Meditation 10/27/75
The Empress gives birth to forms and ideas. The Emperor shapes and chooses. Thoughts of Empress sing around the Emperor like wind around a great stone. Wind shapes stone and stone gives voice to wind. A soft and slender hand is gently held by a rough and battered hand.
Look at the picture of the Emperor. Let your eyes see the river and the mountain. Feel a wind blowing coldly about you. It refreshes, the waking wind of the morning. Close your eyes. Imagine yourself on a hike in the high mountains. Sit upon a rock in a windy place. The air stirs your hair. It feels cool and good. In your right hand is a wooden staff -- shining golden in the sunlight. In your left hand is a juicy red apple -- it will take away your thirst with a sweet, cool crunch.
In your wanderings you have found a cave. It is a place of cool shadows. A clear stream runs out of it. There is room to pass into the cave beside the water. You enter. Walk far into the cave beside the water. You have reached a grotto where ripples of light dance over the walls in blue, green and silver. Rest there in a patch of Sunlight. Sunlight? Look up to see a golden radiance streaming down from an opening in the grey rock that covers the grotto. If you wish, climb out of the cave through the window of light.
Meditation for the Heirophant 11/3/75
In the crudely shaped world of the Emperor's dominions, song is heard. Once the winds of thought sent dust clouds flying across a land half formed. Now shapes appear and voices call. The fiery air has burned earth to clay and shaped the clay. The world has added features to its planes and hills. Echoes of the inner mind have fashioned words in the outer places.
Open your eyes and look at the picture on the card. Imagine yourself before a magical teacher. Prepare to receive knowledge of great mysteries. To enter the circle of the Hierophant's teachings, grow inwardly quiet and listen until the earth speaks your thoughts. At first this speaking is only an echo from the Emperor's dominion; in time the mind asks questions which the world answers. The inner and the outer join further when the world asks and the mind answers. This dance of recognition and communion sets the mind and world singing a duet of evolving discovery --- the teachings of the Hierophant make outer world and inner mind one being and one knowing.
You are tired. Many experiences and visions are behind you. You stand before a group of people. No thought comes to your lips. No idea waits to be spoken. Yet you must speak. You are expected to teach. Open your mouth. Say: "This is ..." words form in your mind. Your lips echo them. Thoughts you never had before flow through you to bring light into those before you. You have the best seat at the lecture.
Enjoy,
Marissa
Tarot Meditations 1975-76
by Bill Heidrick
All Rights Reserved.
These mediations may work best with a BOTA (Paul Foster Case) or Rider Pack (Waite) Tarot Deck.
Fool Meditation 9/30/75
Adapted from "Understanding the Tarot", column six, by Bill Heidrick (First published in "Gnostica")
The Fool embodies whirling wind blowing between worlds. The Fool is pure existence, without substance or form. This spirit falls into the abyss of mortality. This spirit becomes all that is, seems locked into form. Yet this one being rises freely back to the silence of formlessness. The wandering Fool is like a spinning dust-devil that comes from no visible place, assumes a cloud of matter and then vanishes back into the unknown. All other Tarot cards are images frozen in time of the whirling Fool that is beyond time. When the Fool rules the world, he is the Emperor. When the Fool sits alone in thought, she is the High Priestess. When the Fool is terror and explosion, -- that is the Tower. All are bound in the oneness of the Fool. The Fool is bound by no-thing.
Magician Meditation 10/6/75
Adapted from "Understanding the Tarot", column seven, by Bill Heidrick (First published in "Gnostica")
Before becoming the Magician, the Fool is a breeze blowing in light gusts everywhere in space. When the Fool becomes the Magician, the breeze becomes a whirlwind of concentrated force. When glazed, absent-minded eyes become suddenly bright and hawk-like, the Magician wakens.
Look at the picture on the Magician card. Imagine yourself as the magician. Your right hand rises to receive a ray of warm and brilliant light. The light travels through you, influenced by your mind. Power issues from your left hand and the world is molded in the image of your thoughts.
Imagine yourself alone in a vast place. You cannot see the walls or the ceiling. Air stirs about you in soft, random touches. Inside your body, near the navel, a great force dwells. Your mind is clear, with a golden light about your head. The light reaches down and sends out a wave of force, like a great curved and shapeless arm from the center near your navel. The arm of force catches the air about you. Winds begin to blow about you in circular motion. Feel the whirling vortex of power strong about you. Below you a light dimly shines. It brightens. Beneath you in the light is a great hall lined with many doors. The doors open and close at your bidding. One door attracts your attention more than the others. Let the door open. See what is beyond it.
High Priestess Meditation 10/13/75
The Fool is a soft breeze blowing everywhere in space. The Magician is a mighty whirlwind reaching from earth to sky. The High Priestess is the quiet within the wind, the peaceful eye within the storm. She dwells in a place where the air stirs not and even thoughts are quiet. This vestal is a child become almost a woman. Her days of protection and trust are with her yet. With her also is the first bloom of the mysteries of the Moon, the mysteries of later spring turning to summer in her body.
Look at the picture on the High Priestess card. See the priestess. Let your eyes meet hers. Her eyes flicker and then still. They look deeply into yours. In your heart a question grows. It slowly rises to clarity. The Priestess waits to answer it.
Close your eyes to the outside world. Let the blue and white of the little goddess shimmer before your mind. From your heart a need has reached out. From the temple of the Priestess a soft answer comes. The answer is not in words, for the need surpasses words. Let the soft blue and white of the goddess dissolve in silver moonlight. In the radiance find meaning.
Empress Meditation 10/20/75
The Empress is a soft breeze issuing from the calm of the High Priestess. She is the light of the sun vitalizing growing things. She is the dance of inspiration; her touch is the life of the world. When pain burns and fear threatens, the Mother Empress balms and protects.
Look at the picture on the Empress card. Let your eyes see the bright sky of the morning. Listen to the sound of falling water. Feel the softness of the wind that stirs tall trees in rustling imitation of a waterfall. Feel the solid coolness of stone beneath you. Enjoy the warm garden of the Empress.
Close your eyes but hold the images and feelings of the Empress card close about you. Your are in a great forest of ancient trees. It's the kind of place people sometimes fear to enter, yet you are at home. The air is refreshing. There are sounds of leaves brushing leaves, of water flowing, of branches moving at the caress of the cool and fragrant air. A great Tree is close to you. From the Tree a presence seems to grow. There is a vast invisible being dwelling in the tree. A breeze moves past the Tree to stir your hair. Mother blesses you.
Emperor Meditation 10/27/75
The Empress gives birth to forms and ideas. The Emperor shapes and chooses. Thoughts of Empress sing around the Emperor like wind around a great stone. Wind shapes stone and stone gives voice to wind. A soft and slender hand is gently held by a rough and battered hand.
Look at the picture of the Emperor. Let your eyes see the river and the mountain. Feel a wind blowing coldly about you. It refreshes, the waking wind of the morning. Close your eyes. Imagine yourself on a hike in the high mountains. Sit upon a rock in a windy place. The air stirs your hair. It feels cool and good. In your right hand is a wooden staff -- shining golden in the sunlight. In your left hand is a juicy red apple -- it will take away your thirst with a sweet, cool crunch.
In your wanderings you have found a cave. It is a place of cool shadows. A clear stream runs out of it. There is room to pass into the cave beside the water. You enter. Walk far into the cave beside the water. You have reached a grotto where ripples of light dance over the walls in blue, green and silver. Rest there in a patch of Sunlight. Sunlight? Look up to see a golden radiance streaming down from an opening in the grey rock that covers the grotto. If you wish, climb out of the cave through the window of light.
Meditation for the Heirophant 11/3/75
In the crudely shaped world of the Emperor's dominions, song is heard. Once the winds of thought sent dust clouds flying across a land half formed. Now shapes appear and voices call. The fiery air has burned earth to clay and shaped the clay. The world has added features to its planes and hills. Echoes of the inner mind have fashioned words in the outer places.
Open your eyes and look at the picture on the card. Imagine yourself before a magical teacher. Prepare to receive knowledge of great mysteries. To enter the circle of the Hierophant's teachings, grow inwardly quiet and listen until the earth speaks your thoughts. At first this speaking is only an echo from the Emperor's dominion; in time the mind asks questions which the world answers. The inner and the outer join further when the world asks and the mind answers. This dance of recognition and communion sets the mind and world singing a duet of evolving discovery --- the teachings of the Hierophant make outer world and inner mind one being and one knowing.
You are tired. Many experiences and visions are behind you. You stand before a group of people. No thought comes to your lips. No idea waits to be spoken. Yet you must speak. You are expected to teach. Open your mouth. Say: "This is ..." words form in your mind. Your lips echo them. Thoughts you never had before flow through you to bring light into those before you. You have the best seat at the lecture.
Enjoy,
Marissa
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