Today brings a day for the dissolution of form, the ending of fixity, a day for allowing dreams to rush unbidden from her fingers, to stream into the universe like angels borne aloft on the breeze. Igniting with the sunshine, they drift into the sky, burgeoning, building and snapping like spinnakers into a riot of colour and harmony, sailing free into the summer skies. She rises from the old elm chair, tears flowing down her cheeks as the emotional structures that she has built within her heart begin to shatter. Seeking release, they escape into the world to make their own way, in places far from her and she hesitantly lets go of what has been. Her face wet from the tears, she opens the door and walks into a land of breathless light and electric storms, a place pulsating with pregnant potential, the seeds of flowers yet to be born and yearning for manifestation.
In the strange yellow light, she sees a large cube of translucent material, standing ahead of her at about shoulder height, and she approaches it, scanning the surface, touching its smooth exterior, feeling for any imperceptible break in the pristine and polished surface, but it gives her no clue. A soft milky glow emanates from deep within the structure, an energy that reminds her of a child within a womb. She senses the pulsating growth of a foetus fighting against the restriction of its mother, battling to emerge into the daylight, yearning to be seen but held in check until the time is right. Placing her hand upon the smooth surface, she feels the faint vibrations of this force of nature, held in anticipation until the urge to ‘become’ becomes so great that a birth will occur; then, like an arrow from a bow, it will fly with the full force of its essence into the created universe.
Feeling strangely at one with the cube, as if she has found a kindred spirit, she climbs up onto it and lies there, her cheek resting on the polished and translucent surface, feeling the energy contained beneath her and struggling with the concept of being unable to free what lies within. Her tears still seep from her tired eyes, wetting the virginity of the faultless cube upon which she is lying, and slowly, she begins to let go of the tension that she holds and the purpose that restrains her. She becomes aware of the structure beneath her with the whole of her being, and in doing so, senses that her tears are beginning to erode the hard casing of the cube, and that the skin of it is starting to dissolve.
Dallying in the now granular place that is being eroded by the salt of her tears, her fingertips explore the differences that lie between the hard silken shell and the soft desiccating sensations of where the shell is beginning to break, whilst above her the sky is changing into an arc of angelic forms, a lattice of rainbow colours arching over her. Rising to her feet, she places her toes in the places where the skin of the cube is breaking and reaches up to grasp the tails of the angelic forms that writhe above her. Filled with a sudden love for these beings, she rejoices in the song of harmony and joy that flows down through her supplicating hands, allowing the vibrations of their voices and the nuances of their rainbow smiles to drift into the secrets of her heart. The structure beneath her begins to dissolve faster, transforming into an amorphous mass of fibres that she draws towards her, becoming a weaver, gathering and joining and turning and threading until she has created a crystalline structure that holds the strength of the solid cube that she was presented with originally, but that glistens and shimmers with all the colours of the rainbow; the commonality of carbon has become a diamond.
The new creation, freed from the centre of the enigmatic cube has expressed what had seemed before to be an impossibility, showing her that the seeds of possibility can lie in the most inaccessible of places. She finds that she is the archer that holds the bow, the connection that will deliver those seeds, to bring them into manifestation. She watches the glowing effervescence of the crystal as it captures the light around it, refracting and transforming it into the myriad colours of the rainbow and sees how letting go of the need to solve the cube, allowed her to find the secret that lay within its heart. The beauty that she had dreamed of is right there, and it happened easily and quickly, without effort, through accepting the strength of her contact with the divine.
Fire 8 brings you a challenge to seek deeper meaning, to find the divine in the mundane, and in the element of fire, this occurs through the creative process, the will to lead, and to expand your world. Drawing this card suggests a turn for the better, which happens quicker than you might have imagined, and with more ease. Communication breakthroughs are likely, and usually welcome; prepare for new insights and a fresh viewpoint.
The Eight of Wands
Mercury in Sagittarius
Nought to Ten degrees of Sagittarius
The Lord of Swiftness
Joanna Grant is an astrologer of some 30 years and gained her Diploma at the Faculty of Astrological Studies in 2012. Weaving her knowledge of the stars together with intuitive tarot techniques, she crafts highly personalised guidance for clients who are often navigating difficult life transitions. Lately, she has been very excited to breathe new life into her astrological practice through her study of Horary, where the traditional techniques of the ancients have helped her to interpret her knowledge in a whole new way. Having recently completed the STA Advanced Level Horary Diploma, she feels that in an uncertain world, the integrity of this tradition is an essential tool in giving clients the guidance they seek.
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