As I walk slowly through the hidden landscapes of the inner realms, I have become fascinated by the energy that is triggered by my path-workings. Gradually I am beginning to see events emerging into the manifest world, from the visions that I have seen in other places, and it leads me deeper and deeper into the possibilities that lie within. Many of the Cups cards I have visited already, suggesting that much of the work that I have done so far has been on the emotional level, and I feel that at this stage, I may finish the suit before I pass on to the realms of Fire, Earth and Air. Water is where I am happy, but also where I am most afraid, for it attracts and repels me, hypnotizes me with its beauty and siren songs, yet threatens to devour and drown me in the deeps within its darkly turbulent heart. The place I go to now, is not one that I enter eagerly, for my next journey is into the world of The Prince of Cups, a card that has stalked me doggedly since the beginning of my relationship with Tarot. All my deepest transformations seem to have been in some way attached to this card, and the focused, creative and passionate figure of fearsome beauty that bridges the Libra Scorpio divide.
I walk slowly up the stairs now, gathering my thoughts, reeling in the threads that spin out into the atmosphere…I need to be focused here, this Prince requires commitment, and he will not suffer fools gladly. I fear him, I fear the part of him that lies within me, I fear his deadly destruction and his soaring potential, as I fear my own.
I walk into a landscape of towering basalt cliffs, turgid seas rising in huge swells of raven darkness against the carved chasms that yawn before me. I stand alone, a tiny figure at the foot of an arching feldspar bridge that reaches across the savage sea, and I am overwhelmed by the roaring spray soaked wind and the vertigo that threatens to sweep me into the endless darkness.
As I stand measuring the landscape, I look to the skies above me, where thunderheads the colour of Indian ink leap and boil, like a painting executed by the artful hands of some ancient Chinese calligrapher. Lightning sparks deep within the clouds and illuminates the skies for seconds at a time, and I am in awe at this display of might and passion, the depth of this place and the formidable darkness that resides here. As I search the bridge ahead for a sign, an indication to proceed, my path suddenly becomes illuminated briefly by a slim shaft of light that issues from the darkness way above my head. The light is pure and clear, and as it strikes the bridge, the whole of it lights up with an iridescent sheen for the briefest of moments, and I can see, for a second, a clear mirage of beauty and calm that lies at the end of the narrow and torturous pathway. As quickly as it came I am plunged again into the darkness, with the rage of the sodden wind howling relentlessly in my ears and the anger of the sea threatening me from below. I am taken back in my mind suddenly, to the vision of The 6 of Cups, and I see that the landscape is vaguely similar… and I wonder at this connection and remember the importance of breathing and relaxation in that journey, and this helps to steady my breath, and I instantly begin to feel calmer and more accepting of the task that lies before me.
I step out along the narrow crystal parapet, and although I cannot move very fast, because of the vertiginous fear that threatens to send me into the raging seas, I manage to take it a step at a time, one foot in front of the other, until eventually my way becomes blocked by a large eagle. I look at the eagle, and ask him why he is here, and what I need to do to move him out of the way.
He replies that I need to climb upon his back and fly with him up into the storm laden skies, to see the view from up there, to be able to see the whole picture. I feel afraid at this suggestion and say that I cannot do what he asks, and is there anything else that he can suggest. He says that it would help if I close my eyes, and just trust him to carry me up there, so that I can feel the whole experience, and I study his dark and fierce looking eyes, and his sharp beak, and wonder what malice if any, lies within this creature. There seems to be none that I can discern, he seems to be true to his breed, authentic and straight forward, direct and honest, so I take a deep breath, and I close my eyes.
Swiftly we rise into the air, and the screeching winds and the roar of the boiling seas gradually fade into the background. I open my eyes, and look down into the stormy seas, but they have faded away, and the landscape has divided into two halves, a white half and a black half with the crystal parapet dividing them. As I gaze upon this new vision, the shapes gradually begin to move, with an island of darkness arising in the white side, and an island of light arising in the darkness, and I find myself looking down upon a huge geographical yin yang symbol that seems to be forming and changing before my very eyes. Gradually, the two shapes split and divide, and eventually rise up as two figures, a light and a dark, which writhe and twist, embracing and curling around each other in some sinuous dance of creativity and love. I watch them in this beautiful and hypnotic rhythm as they rise and spin like pools of ink in water, fluidity and grace, divinely at one.
As the vision fades from my eyes and I feel myself coming back down towards the bridge, I find myself once again standing on solid ground, and I open my eyes to see the way ahead.
In the grace of god I stand, for I have reached the end of my journey for now it seems. I find that I am perched at the end of the parapet, and that the darkness of the raging seas is far behind me. I stand at the gateway to a new land filled with sunshine and promise, the way ahead clear and bright, and where the land is warm with love.
The Prince of Cups
October 13 to November 12
Rules 4 of Swords, 5 of Cups & 6 of Cups
The Prince of The Chariot of the Waters
Prince & Emperor of the Nymphs & Undines
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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