Moon Moves into Virgo midday
Organization, Clever Ideas, Analysis, Planning, Physical Health
Ideal Planetary Hour for Virgo magick — Mercury
The High Priestess is the equivalent of the village wise woman, The Hermit is the seeker and while he is a loner he will occasionally try to lead a fellow seeker out of the darkness by lighting up the errors of the past with his trusty lantern and hope that by showing them these errors they can find their own way. The energy of The Queen of Pentacles is a stable Earth energy. She is very nurturing, organized and tries to unify the energies of those who may not feel completely grounded, centered or well.
If I lived in ancient times I might be considered a Bard. I love to sing and dance and I love to tell stories. So, instead of further traditional Tarot analysis today, I thought I would attempt to entertain you with a little story!
Help! I've lost my way!
"Oh, it's so cold out here and I do believe I'm lost, too!"
Herman (forgive me, but I just had to do it ;) ), wandered around in the snow trying to find a place to spend the long, bitter cold, night before Yule. He had wandered up the mountain earlier to make an attempt to get on top of something physically; hoping that by doing this, he would actually be able to get on top of his perceived problems. He fussed and fumed and railed at the Goddess all the way up the path. The Moon was in Virgo and this energy had stimulated his desire to make his little hut neat and orderly. As he was sweeping around the hearth he saw that he had no more firewood there. When he went out to get some he realized that he was out of wood. This upset him as it was the night before Yule and everyone was busy with their own preparations for their Yule festivals and should not be bothered to help one who had taken vows of solitude and self-sufficiency. He felt so inefficient that it made him grouchy. It positively upset his stomach! He was so self-absorbed with his introspection and self-derision that he didn't even consciously realize that it was snowing until he got to the summit. He tried to look out at the view and realized he couldn't see anything through the blinding snow. Thus, his self analysis was brought to a sudden halt and a dizzying panic set in.
"What shall I do? It's so dark!"
Herman stumbled around a bit and then realized that he had brought his lantern along. He groped for his flint and tinder and then attempted to light the lantern. Fortunately, the tinder had stayed dry in the deep pocket of his robe, so it caught right away. The bottom center of the lantern had a small, shiny, metallic, mineral bowl at the base where the wick arose from the oil reservoir and the inner top had the same shiny mineral that actually reflected the flame. Both were carved and shaped like the human perception of a star of the heavens and when the oil was lit the lantern glowed warmly, as though Herman had captured one of those bright stars! He had been given the lantern when he graduated from Hermit's training by his mother. She knew he would be spending most of his days alone and wanted him to have something to look back with in case he needed to remember anything that she might have contributed to his education or well-being. It was working, because he felt very safe and warm when he thought of her, so he focused his mind on her and with the warm glow of the lamp shining brightly, Herman began to relax a bit.
The lamp, when held up high before him created a clearly lit path to walk upon. Herman trudged ahead. Again, he became so involved in his meditation about his mother and the way she always made sure that he was fed, safe and warm that he nearly missed stepping into a deep crevasse. Herman jerked away just in time to keep from falling into the crevasse, but in doing so lost his footing and fell down. Fortunately, the lantern landed upright and stayed lit, but Herman felt something snap down near his ankle. He felt no pain, because he was cold and numb practically up to his knees.
He tried to rise and with the help of his stang he was able to get all the way up. He seemed to be able to bear weight on the foot, but it was heavy and felt clumsy, so he had to lean heavily on the stick when trying to walk. Herman set his mind to the task and tried to move ahead. Some high rock ledges were looming ahead and he was hopeful that he might find shelter for the night. Perhaps there would be a cave or at least a declivity in which to shelter from the storm that seemed to be getting stronger.
Onward Herman limped until suddenly he saw a faint glow ahead in a rock formation that seemed to be shaped like a chapel.
Herman thought, "A chapel? Way up here?"
He could not believe his eyes, but continued to limp toward the light like a moth to a flame. He reached the entrance and when he tried the door he was surprised and relieved that it was unlocked. He opened it and peered inside. The entryway was dimly lit and he was afraid at first to cross the threshold, but his need overtook his fear and his gut told him he had arrived at the right place as he stumbled in. As he he stood there, supported by his trusty stang he looked around. There was a brightly lit isle before him that lead to a dias upon which an elegantly robed priestess sat. Herman was at once delighted and afraid. He began to slowly limp toward the Priestess. Clomp, clomp, clomp was the only sound heard as he proceeded up the isle.
"Halt! Hermit, I know why you have come and I know that you seek shelter and succor for the night. I cannot provide these for you, but I know someone who will. Fortunately, she resides in the castle behind the chapel and you may go there. She will be expecting you."
Herman looked puzzled and wondered how she knew he was coming when he did not previously know this himself, but there was something about the quiet, but commanding presence before him that brooked no discussion, so he bowed as best he could and was led by a youth carrying a chalice with a tea towel draped over his arm, out a side door and down a covered walkway to the back of the chapel. There he saw the a warmly lit entrance to a small but tidy looking castle. It was situated at the back of an area that must be a lush and verdant garden in the spring and summer, but was at present covered by thick mounds of snow that sparkled in the moonlight. Moonlight? He realized then that the snow had stopped falling and the there was a bright Full Moon shining above that lit up the whole place. Herman extinguished the lantern and proceeded to limp down the path toward the inviting entrance.
When he arrived, the door swung open and a very officious, if friendly looking women garbed in a bright red robe and wearing a jeweled, golden crown was there to meet him.
She spoke to a youthful girl carrying a wand in front of her like a baton.
"Our guest has finally arrived a bit the worse for wear, I fear. Please announce his arrival to the King and make sure the guest chambers are ready."
Wanda marched off, wand held high crying Herman's arrival all the way down the hall.
"Please do come in and get warm and enjoy the hospitality of Castle Pentacle," said the Queen in a warm and welcoming voice."
Herman was led to a chaise that was set before a roaring fire and assisted to lie down upon it. The Queen herself covered him with a soft woolen fleece and began to inspect his ankle.
"I think the icy cold actually did you a favour sir," the Queen noted as she examined the injury. There is some bruising, but the swelling is minimal and if you can stay off of it at least overnight, I think it will heal up just fine. I believe it's just a sprain. Painful, but not life-threatening. I will have one of the servants apply a generous dose of Arnica salve to it before you thaw all the way out to reduce the pain and bruising. Now let us provide you with some hot mulled wine to settle that queasy stomach of yours. Then I shall summon our bard to play her harp and sing you to sleep with an enchanting lullaby. Will that do?"
Herman murmured his astonished thanks and approval of the plan and settled deeper into the warm fleece. He wasn't about to question how they all knew so much about him right now. Or that the Universe had provided the very things that he was thinking of when he was meditating upon his mother. The place was positively magickal!
"When you've had time to rest, said the Queen, we will have a discussion regarding your tendency to daydream and try to correct this behaviour. You might have fallen into that crevasse and been lost! Honestly, you must learn to pay closer attention to what you are doing."
Herman seemed to hear his mother's sweet voice in those words of concern and he smiled. He was feeling more relaxed than he had for a long time. After the salve was applied and he'd finished his wine and bit of warm lamb and barley broth, the bard, who was a beautiful faery-like creature began to gently strum her harp. The music was sweet and Herman's head nodded as he fell asleep to the most enchanting lullaby he had ever heard.
I hope you enjoyed my little impromptu story and will gain some Tarot Wisdom from it!