THE MAJOR ARCANA
You may see the classical images for the Rider Waite deck at Wikipedia. Scroll down to Major Arcana. Arcana means secrets. The major arcana are meant to represent the entire human experience in an abbreviated, symbolic way.
Story Number 1: The Magician
After the thought, manifestation.
Story Number 2: The High Priestess
Before the thought, knowledge.
Story Number 3: The Empress
She glowed.
The fields flowered wherever she walked.
Bringing fruit out of season.
Story Number 4: The Emperor
His authority radiated from every pore.
He no longer required the uniform.
Story Number 5: The Heirophant
The attention rejuvenated his soul.
His sister had claimed it was his ego, but he knew better.
The eyes had followed his every move.
But now, he was tired of it all.
Performing the same rituals day after day.
Only the thoughtless cared.
Story Number 6: The Lovers
Loving lovers loved lengthily.
Do you remember?
Always remember.
Remember.
Story Number 7: The Chariot
Your chariot awaits.
The work you have done has its own reward.
Enjoy the ride.
Story Number 8: Strength
The Goddess radiated light.
The lion lay down in submission.
Truth and goodness flood the thought field.
Justice has become mercy.
Story Number 9: The Hermit
The old woman closed the door of her house behind her, and latched it.
Her cloak fastened at the neck, she headed up the mountain, holding nothing but a lantern.
She would go up as far as she could. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other. She knew how to struggle toward the heavens. She had done it all of her life.
There, she would breathe her last. Her knees would never let her return to lower earth, and that was just fine with her.
Story Number 10: The Wheel of Fortune
The monkey raced around the mulberry bush.
So did the weasel.
Which was chasing which?
Story Number 11: Justice
Jane bowed her head. Justice was slow in coming. Very slow.
A thousand times now, the sun had risen and set.
Jane lifted her head. Now she understood.
Story Number 12: The Hanged Man
Everything is upside down now.
The hummingbird has consumed the eagle. Ganesh rides a mouse.
Mist obscures the ground,
above the hard black bowl of the sky.
Story Number 13: Death
Ring around the rosie,
pocket full of posie.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Story Number 14: Temperance
Silver wings fluttering in the breeze,
the angel plodded on,
toward the approaching dawn.
Story Number 15: The Devil
The image stared back at him
from the depths of the blackness.
The sin looked out at the sinner.
Story Number 16: The Tower
Ground shaking, tower leaning.
Maybe this was not such a good idea.
We’d better jump now.
Story Number 17: The Star
She dipped her big right toe in
the river of time, while chewing
a blade of grass.
Story Number 18: The Moon
Over and over and over again, they had endured the
reign of terror.
Once, the wings of mercy had shielded them.
What goes around comes around.
The moon waxes and wanes.
Story Number 19: The Sun
Bright shining as the sun, the child’s smile.
Crickets start to chirp in the heat.
Story Number 20: Judgement
Dem bones gonna rise again, Ezekiel eventually proclaimed.
But is that really what you want?
The streets of heaven are paved with gold.
The alchemists’ stuff, not the end result of
two neutron stars colliding in
far away galaxies.
Story Number 21: The World
No longer at my fingertips.
Where are my fingertips?
Who am I?
What is I?
Boundaries dissolve.
The world is.
Is.
Isness.
Isness is.
A Story: The Master
I watch the lord comb the lady’s hair.
The rest is untold.
Story Number Zero: The Fool
Innocence and isness
make no claims.
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