The Story of The Star

She walks with a sense of resignation today, but to what she is not quite sure. Perhaps she lacks hope, although it rather feels to her that it is fear that is present, a fear of daring to hope, to hope that there may be an end to this infernal darkness that covers her like a grey fog, seeping into her bones like some miasma for which there is no cure. The Star is one of the most beautiful cards in the deck, so serene, so much to believe in, so far for her to fall; what if she opens the door and sees nothing? “What then?”, she asks herself, “What then?” Pausing upon the landing, the stillness descends, and she lets the grey shadows fall from her mind as the light from The Star descends around her like a comforting mantle. As she allows it to seep through her skin and into her bones, it fills her cells with celestial purity and feeling renewed and revived, she steps through the luminous crystalline portal of The Star.

She finds herself standing in what seems to be an encampment, gathered around the shores of a large lake. Tents and fluttering pennants huddle at the foot of a steep sided escarpment that reaches its moth coloured buttresses into the blue skies. The silvered surface of the lake is limpid, slick and composed and not so much as a whisper disturbs its serene countenance. Around the camp, tall ethereal looking creatures, beautiful and strangely translucent, move like dancing sunlight, practically invisible against the blue skies, migrating towards the periphery of the tents heading out into the world. Other, more solid looking figures, more subdued, are travelling quietly towards the lake at the foot of the mountain. Coming towards her, a woman on a horse, white hair flowing down her back and coloured fractal eyes, beckons, and as she reaches her side to look up into the calm face, she recoils in horror, seeing that the woman has no mouth, only eyes, eyes that seem to speak more descriptively than any language that she has ever heard.

Pictures and images wash through her as she is transported through the universe, flooded with feelings, emotions and memories that pour through her like a torrent. Inspired by the visionary rider, and without thinking, she jumps up behind her, and they travel out of the camp towards the mountain, the horse climbing rapidly up the tightly weaving trail, through the rocky terrain towards the summit. As they climb, she looks back towards the lake, watching as the figures that seem more solid, wash themselves in the lake, losing their solidity, becoming more ephemeral and transparent. When they are almost invisible, they leave the lake and head off once more, and it seems they go to carry on with their work in the world. She can only guess at the activities with which they are involved, but they must be bearers of light, tranquility and peace, assuaging pain and conflict, comforting the lost and the lonely, the grief stricken and the desperate, the ones who are without hope.

Continuing on up the mountain, pillion behind the mute rider, she eventually reaches the summit where more figures are gathered, although these seem different, being neither transparent nor solid, but rather having an ethereal permanence, fluid yet also static; they are gathered around an enormous basin that seems to be carved from amethyst.  The creatures are singing a hauntingly beautiful chant, and as they sing, their powerful magic weaves with the sunlight falling from above, creating a fragile musical net that catches the light of the countless unseen stars, collecting it, drop by drop, gathering it into the amethyst bowl.

The crystalline structure of the vessel condenses the light into liquid, and channels it down into the tiny stream that flows beneath, beginning a journey that takes it down the mountainside to the lake that lies far below. She watches as the star people gather the light from the universe, magnifying and enlarging it with their powerful voices, as eventually it becomes a rushing river, gushing joyfully down the mountainside into the deep blue lake below.

She looks again at the figures on the shores of the lake, washing themselves in the river of light before journeying back into the world to continue with their work; they bring with them refreshment, renewal and rebirth, and she gazes upon this moment of purity and continuity, this sense of forever while the woman looks back at her with love in her eyes and says nothing, for there is no need.


Bringing peace after the storm, The Star cleanses you from the cares and worries of the world, filling you with new hope. You are standing at a juncture between the past and the future, a place where the present is still being formed.; follow your inspirations even though others may not understand them, follow your truths, even though others may not hear them, and be reassured that the best days are still to come.


XVII
The Daughter of The Firmament
The Dweller between the Waters
Zodiacal Trump of Aquarius
Saturn Rules
Neptune Exalted


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Joanna Grant. D.F.Astrol.S

My name is Joanna Grant, I am an Astrologer, Tarot Reader and Writer, who lives on the beautiful Beara Peninsula in the South West of Ireland. I can often be found at home, deep in arcane research, or practicing some new form of divination whilst burning the dinner! My children probably wish that I was “normal” but may well remember my eccentricities fondly when they come to face the challenges of their own paths. My long knowledge of Astrology leads and informs my practice, in offering guidance, empowerment and healing, helping others to lead a more authentic and magical life. You can read more about me here.

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