The High Priestess

The High Priestess sits between two pillars, a veil behind her and the moon at her feet. She does not rush to explain the mystery; she keeps it, breathes with it, lets it ripen in silence. She is the quiet knowing that arrives as a shiver, a recurring dream, a sentence that returns when the house goes dark.

What it asks of you

Reversed, the inner voice may be muffled, drowned out, or used as a place to hide. Silence can turn from sanctuary into avoidance, and a secret can grow heavy. Notice whether you are listening inward or simply refusing to look.