Today I go to visit the Queen of Disks, someone I have wanted to meet for some time now, for unlike the other cards that I have visited so far, I have seen glimpses of this woman already. I have felt her presence in a different realm on the inner planes, one that was accessed through The Hallway of Beginnings, but through a different door. It is the first time that I have found a card in an unexpected place, and this is an indication that the energies are beginning to move more freely within my inner worlds, they are gathering some kind of momentum and direction, for I am giving them life.
Opening the door quietly, so as not to disturb, I walk out into a vast woodland landscape, populated with gargantuan trees, immense fortresses of wood reaching up to embrace the endless sky with their gnarled and ancient arms.
This is not a foreign land, this is somewhere I feel totally at home, but I feel that it is in an age where trees are respected far more, their sagacious forms honoured and revered by the other inhabitants of the forest for their sustenance and succour. I recognise the types of trees, their skin, the colour of their bark, and the individual shapes of their leaves, the varieties of moss that inhabit their trunks, and the mushrooms that grow beneath them. I see the Silver Birch, her white skin luminous in the wooded half gloom, the stately Beech, branches arching like a living cathedral, down to the woodland floor. Brave Holly, twisted and ancient, tough as ages, showing the reddening fruits that will soon set the forest alight with crimson.
I am walking along a wide path carpeted with the royal beauty of the Autumn Queen. The raging colours of fire swirl around my feet, rustling in hues of cinnamon and orange, scarlet and flame, rich russet browns and dun’s. The sun yellow of the willow leaves, weeps for a summer lost and gone, and the falling leaves rain around my head like a shower of golden coins.
This is a mighty forest, it seems endless, and the hypnotic sound of the leaves is lulling me into sense of stillness, as if I could stop here, forever, grow roots down into the rich earth, and stay here for an eternity, watching the beauty of the woodland change around me with the turning of the world.
I remind myself why I am here, and walk a little quicker, but I seem to get nowhere at all, I am still there, in the falling leaves, in a place of perpetual turning. Puzzled, I stop, and think a little, I look around, and turn a full circle, seeing all of a sudden, what I should have noticed before… what I was looking for was not right in front of my eyes, it was off to the side, at a tangent, glaringly obvious now, but completely invisible to blinkered eyes.
There, in the clearing, I find what it is that I seek; I see a figure seated on a large throne that seems to take the form of a giant Oak. I can’t really see that much because of all the branches and roots, so I walk up to the figure, in order to get a better look.
And there she sits, the Queen of the Forest, The Oak Queen, The Queen of Disks. She sits on her throne, part woman and part tree, branches reaching up from her, into the distant sky, and roots growing from her robes, into the fecund black earth beneath her feet. In her branches sit all manner of birds, they are all singing to her intently, telling her their messages of the forest, like a host of chattering children, talking to their mother at the end of the day. She sits with a beautiful expression of mild amusement on her face… she has all the time in the world, to listen to their stories, as they give her news of what is happening in the further reaches of her domain. Around her are animals of every kind, some, the larger ones, are standing nearby, whilst others are curled nearer to her, or even sleeping in the folds of her robe that falls onto the forest floor and becomes one with the leaves of russet gold.
Antlers crowning her head like some female Cernunnos, she sits in a place of power, the water part of earth, channeling her vitality to support and be supported, to nurture and be nurtured, to shelter and be sheltered. She is a matrix of maternity, The Oak Queen, the goddess of the forest. I feel her power, it is warming and eternal, it is the heartbeat of the earth, the rhythm of the seasons; it is the call of the wild places, our eternal mother.
I stand quietly and take in all that I can…. I will remember this woman, she will travel with me from now on, sitting within me, in a dark but honored place at the very root of my being, supporting me and nurturing me, connecting me to the wild places, the life blood of the earth, the beating heart of the world.
The Queen of Disks
The Queen of the Thrones of Earth
Queen of the Gnomes