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Father Of Pentacles - To be reborn


Cards & Stories is an intuitive process: I pull a Tarot or Oracle card and let the imagery tell me a story. I never look or research the conventional meaning of the card, but let the story come through it, by itself.







It is the way he looks at me: a mix of precautious distance, invitation, and assessment. These three concepts swirl in me as a response to his gaze, and I am suddenly standing in the depth of my being, looking at the mirror of myself, and asking three questions:


One: am I safe to walk with?

Have I learned enough so I can walk my own self on this path with protection, and with the certitude that my choices and decisions will come from a place of truth? Can I be my own guide, my own trusted companion?

Trust is a traveling concept. I have given it to people who have hurt me, I have been blind with it, and too exclusive, I have preferred at times to trust others rather than myself, and it has often been too tightly entangled with the need for recognition - a necessary alliance for one’s development, but not a sustainable one.

So I must ask myself now, on this first morning of the first day: am I safe to walk with?

Two: the invitation. It is warm and soft, with clear dented edges like the velvet leaf of a young nettle. The invitation has come from a long way, from long ago when women knew the ways and when there was less distance between the feral and the domestic. Less distance, less difference, less divergence.

To be invited to go to the woods.

To be invited to know the woods.

To be invited to be the woods.

It is a cautious request, a call that bears the weight of change, of a new language that is in reality not new at all, but has been forgotten.

Can I invite myself with the clearest of intention even if I do not know the destination?


And the third question is: what am I made of? What is engraved in the inside of my bones, in the thin lines of what pulses through my lineage? When I know what I am made of, I know what I am made for.


The air becomes so crisp and clear, it feels like I am breathing the stars. I stand there within myself, I stand with strong legs and solid bones, with a soft breath and gentle fur like the stag who is looking at me, and we are both standing under the pine tree.

I stand, and this is what I see with the eyes from inside of myself: speckles of ember forming lines along my bones, creating ancient words and sounds of oceanic depth. I see a circle of stones as a birthplace, and the shadow of long wings casted on the mossy ground. I see skin shedding at every cycle, no fear to become new again, and a meandering river with constantly moving water. I see that river flowing up the mountain, not in defiance of gravity but in alliance with all the unseen possibilities of the living world, a proof that constricting our minds narrows not only our living but also the construction of this world, and annihilates the gifts of nature.

The stag’s breathing feels warm on my skin, I am not sure which one of us has approached the other, but I can now smell him. It awakes me, pulls threads from the deep sleep. His smell and warmth are like a whisper that I faintly hear from far away. The pine tree starts to do something, but I have no word for it: a vibration that is silent, a movement that is perceptible but not visible, felt in the depth of the embers of my bones.

I place the palm of my right hand on the tree trunk, where the resin blood forms a white line toward the ground. The smell swirls in me and I do not know anymore if I am growing toward what is above or toward what is below. The whisper coming from the stag grows louder, feels closer. He does not move but seems to make the slightest sway, a rhythmic movement that follows his breath: the cold air from the forest coming inside his body, smelling of pine and early morning freshness, and then coming out of his body like a warm gentle blessing on my right shoulder.


The hum and vibration from the pine tree has entered the ground and spread in every direction, like a call to what surrounds us. Then it comes back , carrying words from other times and other places, holding dreams from the ancestral realms and spells for remembering. It comes back like a dense and rich fluid, and it enters straight in my body from the soles of my feet.


I become a container of ancestral amniotic fluid.


One of the lowest branches moves gently in the dawn of this new day, and I reach toward it, plucking a pine needle: it is deep green, with a flexible rigidity and the smell of time that goes slowly. I take the needle in between my fingers and prick my left index with it.

The whisper becomes louder and louder, the vibration grows thicker, clearer, it is now a gelatinous stream of tiny crystals and gold speckles that inundates my cells.

Do not prick your finger to go to sleep, but to awaken what has been sleeping for too long.

Instead of a drop of blood coming out of my finger, it is a drop of life that enters me. I lean against the stag’s neck, its rough fur against my face and I whisper: I am here.

I am floating inside myself, my bones surrounded by golden fluid, smelling of pine and rich dark soil, it feels deliciously dark even if I feel rays of ethereal light beaming from every direction.

I have no form anymore, no defined shape, I know the language of the circle of stones and I understand the silence of trees. I am so old, weightless in the amniotic fluid of life itself. I am re-arranged, created again.

Above my head I feel the stag’s antlers and I can see lifetimes of wearing these extensions toward the skies, a mark of belonging with the forest.


Wearing the woods above my head.

Wearing the woods below my feet

Wearing the woods within my bones.


On the first morning of the first day,

I am reborn,

Knowing what I am made of,

And knowing what I am made for.


- Father of Pentacles card from The Wild Unknown tarot deck, by Kim Krans.

 

:: Exploration ::


All stories link to our own golden threads, a source of understanding, insights, comprehension, and a portal to our own Mundus Imaginalis (world of the imaginary). Take some time to sit with the story, let it unravel within you, feed it space and time.


Feel free to travel with one or all the exploratory questions below, or follow your own path if one appears clearly. You could work with this exploration as a guiding lantern for the month ahead, take it to your journal, creations, walks, dreams...


 

Where are you in this story? What image, smell, taste, sensation has a particular resonance for you - stay there, do not try to interpret or make it something else, just observe your own presence in that place.


How do you relate to the three questions and concepts brought by the Stag?

1) How are you your own guide, and trusted companion?

2) Can you (happily) invite yourself with clear intention, even if you do not know the destination?

3) What are you made of, at this precise point in your life?


What does the amniotic fluid of life look like to you? Where and how do you connect with it? What nourishes your rebirth, your re-arrangement?

Possibilities: a connection with a specific place in nature or with something from the natural world, a ritual bath (include candles, music, salts, flowers, incense, singing, darkness...), visualization of yourself in amniotic fluid, meditating or falling asleep with water sounds (river, ocean).





 

Amniotic Fluid

The amniotic fluid in which the fetus develops in the mother's womb is an element that facilitates exchange. It carries nutrients and water to the growing baby, it is linked to kidney function and GI (gastrointestinal) tract and gut bacteria, and thus the health nd balance of our immune system. It is also a protective environment.


Fluid Ritual:

For a specific amount of days (I like to work with threes: three days, six, or nine) drink a healthy drink (water, rain water, tea, juice, soup, flower essence or tincture...) once a day with the intention of being nourished on all levels - physically, emotionally, spiritually.

Think of the amniotic fluid and what it brings to a new life, create an intention around what you need right now: protection, support, nourishment, growth, hydration, fluidity, immune support.

I like to dedicate a glass or container specifically for this practice, it does not have to be new or special, but for the length of your ritual it will not be used for any other purpose.


What makes an action a ritual is the intention and commitment we bring to it, and how we integrate it in our lives as a portal to a different dimension of who we are. This is what makes the sacred different from the mundane.







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Francine Bonjour-Carter
Francine Bonjour-Carter
10 de jan. de 2021

Jen - 8 days of warm water with a spoonful of honey: what a wonderful and beautiful ritual to reclaim the Solar Being in you! A friend of mine told me, years ago, as I expressed my love and longing for the Moon: "there's also the sun, you know..." I dismissed it at first, but it has stayed with me until I could understand the profound truth of it. As you say: remembering and returning to the sun... it is indeed an important part of the journey. May your time in Maui be nourishing and life-giving on the most sustainable level for you. Thank you!

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Francine Bonjour-Carter
Francine Bonjour-Carter
10 de jan. de 2021

Oh Catherine, what a beautiful way to honor yourself and your family through this unique time. I am humbled by the inspiration you found through this story, its layers move beyond what we hear or read from it, thank you so much for taking it on the Coast of Vancouver Island and re-weaving the sacred there - through your stories and those of the land. Much love your way.

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Jen
Jen
09 de jan. de 2021

I too love this so much. I'm looking forward to sitting with the expansion I feel and invitations seeping in... to my bones, my being. Thank you for sharing the cards and stories coming through. For me, the amniotic fluid is golden light... golden hour, sunrise, sunset. I recently pulled cards for 2021 and one bit of guidance that came through was solar energy. And while I feel a closeness and kindred connection with the moon, my Leo sun is smiling as I remember. Remember and returning to the sun, the golden light, that nourishes and gives me life. I feel grateful that I am returning to Maui the end of this month as I've been feeling lethargic, lifeless, and low…

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Catherine
Catherine
08 de jan. de 2021

I loved this so much...I felt the forest, the stag...I felt my bones, my blood, my being respond to this story . Thank you so much...I came away with so much but what I want to share is the inspiration to sit with The Ocean later this month. When you prompted us about the amniotic fluid, ocean came to mind immediately...and a specific part of the ocean which is found on the northern coast of Vancouver Island. Later this month I will be going there, with my family, for over a week to be closer to my dear and treasured father in law who was recently and un-expectantly diagnosed with terminal cancer. If there is time I will often take…

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