Eavesdropping......

Say you pick this card out of your deck, just at random. As you gaze into it, suddenly, you are inside the card. You can see them, but they can't see you. She is called the 'High Priestess.' Or here, the Gypsy Fortuneteller. In this getting to know this card better, stretch of my imagination, and I have a really great imagination, this is what I write. Covering the 5 'W's, of who, what, where, when, and why, I listen to their story....

She is a woman with a gift, an uncanny ability to read the future. Ruby, her name is Ruby. Looks like she has several other gifts to go with that, and may be doing a little advertising about those too. She feels like a girlfriend, like someone I would like to hang out with, hear her stories. Tonight she needs to get out of the house. Laugh, talk, bring her cards out to play. Make some money. This feels like a version of the 'Cheers' bar, local, loud, safe. The alligator on the wall, makes this feel like it's in Louisiana. Long time ago. She has a large red book with her. I think it's hollow, filled with her secret stuff. Her tarot cards, her candles, her herbs...little things she finds showing up. Like fallen bird feathers, shiny stones, sea shells. Most people wouldn't care to really read this huge book, so her private treasures are safe, hidden in there. She's holding his hand, reading his palm. Thomas, his name is Thomas. His life line isn't looking to good here, might have to peek in the cards and see what his options are, it's all about choices, you know. It's getting late, last call for drinks, he has been mesmerized by her leaning toward him, getting close enough to smell the scent of the musky oils she anoints herself with nightly. Why is he there, in her corner? He's getting ready to board the ship after the bar closes. Will he make it back home safe? Will he get rich on this treasure hunt? Will his wife be faithful to him? Better be careful asking some questions. The truth can be something he may not want to really hear. She sees a rough ride on the sea, and yes, they take a ship. He is injured, but not fatally. There is gold, but he has to share. A happy crew. But not enough gold to risk his life for. Let the others fight in the front of the fray, stay back, you will be hurt, but not die. She whispers secrets about his passage mates, but is strangely silent about his wife. Maybe that means all is well at home. He will be back again, when the ship returns. She will tell him what he needs to hear to give him courage, and the wife, he can face that battle, when he is ready. Not tonight. Maybe, the moody ocean and bloody battles fought out there, are easier to face, than the silent wife. Sort of makes you wonder why he is out at the pub, instead of home taking care of business. Oh well. He slips a gold coin in her tiny hand, holding it just a bit longer than needed, and joins his crew mates for one last drink. She gathers her cherished stash, and quietly slips out the door. Everyone has questions, her business is good.

The High Priestess, is the Keeper of Secrets. She may see all things, but she may not say everything she sees. Sometimes, she waits, to tell them the story. Maybe the story is still being written? Sort of a choose your own ending story. Our lives. Let her guide you, but you make the choices for your life. So, make some really good ones....