The High Priestess

II

The High Priestess graces us with her presence tonight.

She sits between the pillars of Solomon's temple—light and dark, masculine and feminine, conscious and unconscious. Notice how still she is, how patient. Unlike The Magician who actively creates, The High Priestess waits... listens... knows.

The candlelit room speaks of mysteries hidden in plain sight. The magnolia flower and snake - a symbol of fertility and abundance—conceals the deeper truths that cannot be taught, only experienced.

You've been seeking answers in the noise of the world, haven't you? But The High Priestess tells us that what you're searching for lies in silence. In the space between thoughts. In the wisdom that flows beneath the surface of everyday understanding.

Here in New Orleans, we understand that some knowledge isn't found in books or spoken aloud in crowded rooms. The deepest truths whisper to us in dreams, in moments of perfect stillness, in the sacred spaces where the veil grows thin.

She's asking you to trust your intuition now. Those hunches, those feelings that come without explanation—they're her voice speaking through you. The scroll in her lap contains all wisdom, but notice it's partially hidden. Some revelations aren't meant to be rushed.

Tell me, when was the last time you truly listened to the voice within? When did you last sit in perfect silence and allow the universe to speak to you without interruption?

The High Priestess doesn't appear for those who need simple answers or quick solutions. She comes when your soul is ready for deeper understanding—when you're prepared to walk between worlds as she does.

The veil she guards isn't meant to keep you out, but to ensure you enter with the proper reverence. Whatever question brought you to my table tonight, the true answer awaits in the sacred chamber of your own intuition.