You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
And before you get too snippy about tarot, how scientific do you think the What World Leader and What Classic Movie Are You quizzes were, eh? Answer me that!
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At first I was the Sun, before I changed favourite colour and one other thing… now I’m the World with a terrible earworm.
But a karmically perfect earworm.
I am, of course, the Fool.
I’m The Hermit.
High, I’ll believe. Priestess? Not so much.
Me? Well: “direct, guileless and all too often irresistible” … “impatient, demanding, controlling” … doesn’t that sound just like me?
I am, apparently, the Emperor.
Ave Imperator!
Ooer, I’m the Empress.
I knew I was born to have slaves.
Wheel of Fortune apparently. I don’t buy it…I hate cheesy presenters and fabulous prizes…although I’m not bad at word games.
Hmm
WHO CALLS ME TO THIS PLACE
I HAVE MANY NAMES
some say ianamwen
some say THE DEVIL
NIcely done me and all you women out here had better watch out I v` got some nasty stuff planed fro you in the after life .. ( If not before).
I most certainly thought I would be The High Priestess but incredibly I am…
The Empress (a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business)!
Perhaps, this is why I’m just an eclectic geek.
Metro, you have no clothes. I’m sure that’s not the first time you’ve heard that. Philipa, ask Metro to provide your slaves. Archie, if you’ve read Shakespeare and Tolstoy you’ll know there are worse things to be. Alabaster, can I have some of the prizes if you’re not using them? newmania, and you wonder why women don’t thrill to the sound of your voice. Careful or I’ll tell your wife.
Geek, the thing about the tarot is it rarely gives you what you expect, although what it gives you can be far more accurate than your self-image. What say you?
I am The Star.
I do Tarot, BTW. Very accurate and oftentimes very creepy.
Indeed. I’ve only had mine done a handful of times, but there’s nothing like seeing your best friend lay out the cards for you, turn white, and refuse to answer any questions. And then getting diagnosed with cancer a week later.
My mother always told me not to mess with tarot, palmistry, etc, not because it didn’t work but because it did, and if God wanted us to know that stuff he’d just up and tell us, so it was obviously some other force that was communicating with us. It certainly never stopped her, though.
She got her fortune told once (don’t remember but I think it was tarot) and her notes from that session said she’d soon go somewhere hot and sandy, but that first there’d be a health issue but that she’d get the all-clear and go, although it would return to haunt her. Seriously, not two weeks later she got a call from a job she’d applied for several YEARS previously, in Saudi Arabia. She needed a clean bill of health to take it, but when she got the chest x-ray there was a spot on the lung and her application was held up. She got a followup x-ray and the spot was gone, so she then went to Riyadh for 18 months. Her stay was cut short when she was diagnosed with lung cancer and had to return. The spot hadn’t vanished at all, it was just a difference in interpretation of the film.
Wow, what a story about your mom, and your best friend.
I did a reading for a coworker once about her marriage. She told me her husband had cheated on her and this showed up in the cards, so no surprise there. She was on and off about whether to leave him or not, which was what the reading was to help her with. I guess she saw something I didn’t in the cards because the next day she announced that she was for sure divorcing him. I was new to reading then and was a little disconcerted to say the least…I asked her why she all of a sudden came to this conclusion and she said the cards made it clear to her what she should do. It hadn’t been clear to me, though! I felt very responsible for the decision she made and had a lot of guilt, but I also saw the power of the cards and now respect them more than I did before, and I always give a few caveats to cover my ass before I do a reading now.
Indeed. You can hardly take a divorce back to City Hall and get your relationship back!
Still, it sounds like your friend just wanted to abdicate responsibility for making that decision, or am I reading too much into it?
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newmania, and you wonder why women don’t thrill to the sound of your voice. Careful or I’ll tell your wife.
How do you know women don`t thrill to the sound of my voice ? You have never heard my voice. It is deep rich Basso Profundo known to induce spontaneous orgasm when I utter the secret word . and that word is ……. no I dare not say it
newmania, I’m a woman. I am an authority on what women like to listen to.
Listen to me: it wouldn’t matter if you sounded like Alan Rickman bearing chocolate.
Alan Rickman? So you go for the nasal English whine thing, do you?
In contrast to practically everyone, it seems, I have had my tarot done at least twice and it’s been a load of old cobblers every time. So far I’m supposed to be divorced with two kids, for a start.
Metro, you need to clear your speakers or your ears; you are sadly mistaken. Alan Rickman sounds like pure baritone sex. Nasal = Viggo Mortensen (but the lad can’t help it; he’s from Noo Yawk).
And does your wife know about the sprogs, or did you sell them to Angelina Jolie before you moved in together?
“Alan Rickman sounds like pure baritone sex”
This is totally true … I get all wibbly in the knees just thinking about it.
Yeah, like I sold my kids to AJ for money, sure.
And if I did would I be sitting here wondering about what I’m about to blog about wondering about?
And Alan Rickman has a voice that, baritone though it may be, he drags from the depths of his monumental sinuses. In a grey suit he’d make a terrific driver’s license photographer …
“Stand on the footprints please. Chin up. That’s nice. Next.”
…or other civil servant.
Not that I don’t like his acting–I think he’s terrific. But to fail to hear the twang of adenoids in that voice is the peculiar speciality of those living in the audio lab we like to call … the Twilight Zone.
raincoaster, your card game says I am the Devil.
‘Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really “Satan” at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild – or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
I’ve never found myself to be bad, powerful, hard to resist or enslaved.
What rot.
Steven, I’ve underestimated you! Note to self: Must be nicer in future…
And as for implausible: you’re an Americanophile Tory enslaved to your ravenous thirst for unachievable vicarious military glory. Of COURSE you’re the devil.
Shit, so much for being nicer eh?
Unachievable? Hah, you’ll see.
In the Hacker Tarot, I’m apparently the Macy Conferences.