
By Tatiara
I entered the outer court of the Temple.
The first veil fell away, and the light was dim, neither day nor night. Meaning seemed to hover, unfinished, in the liminal half-darkness.
Before me, an enigmatic woman sat upon a throne, poised between two pillars. One white, one black. The air felt charged… mystical.
A mystery radiated from her. Unseen, it stirred an ancient awareness within me. Continue reading The High Priestess: Where Meaning Awaits











