The Fool's Journey [ Arcanas 5 & 6 ]
Hey everyone!
Forgive me, for I haven't posted any written work for awhile, and I'm not even bearing fanfiction. *bows deeply* I'm gonna wait until I have more of my poetry written for the Fool's Journey before I post it to any community, if I do. I dunno. I feel real giddy every time I write in this format. It's oddly, comforting. I haven't had much time on the computer, but I have been working hard on a couple of separate fanfic pieces of the KH/P3 variety. Oh yes, you read right boys and girls, I'm going all crossover on ya'll asses! xD How I made it work is beyond me... but I've gotten real creative, and I do hope some of you will enjoy the crackiness/magical adventure to come, and yes expect lots of occult philosophy packed goodies! :D
Anyways, today I'm only going to post two Arcanas, and hopefully when I become inspired yet again, I'll continue the main character's journey. I've been working on separate little stories for the characters in each poem. I only considered it upon writing "The Lovers" one, oddly. I really grew fond of the pair. Their relationship is completely unorthodox, but it only makes it more delicious ( I don't think the Hierophant would be pleased! LOL He'd be all like... yo buddy have I not taught you anything?! Nah, just kidding. It's pretty amusing though... he trains with the Priest, and goes off and--- Oh you'll see what I mean.). :)
I've been doing a lot of reading and research, and I'm pretty sure my fanfics to come will reflect such. There's definitely a buffet of yummy taboos to come. :D Excited? I sure am! XD Right, on to the writing.
All the advice that has been generously provided for you,
Has been somewhat overwhelming,
Yet,
Oddly comforting,
With a sense of something else you have yet to discover or realize.
Up ahead you catch sight of an old looking temple,
How strange you think,
What is a temple doing in the middle of nowhere?
Your curiosity is piqued,
As you begin to approach,
A man just so happened to walk out of those intimidating temple doors,
Followed behind by two figures looking down,
All were in robes adorned by intricate patterns,
Somehow,
You felt they signified something,
Something quite unknown to you at the present time.
The scepter he had was a sign of power,
You knew this,
But was he somehow connected to everyone else you’ve met along the way?
“Son of mine, are you lost?”
He took notice of you,
Breaking that train of thought.
You weren’t sure how to respond,
But you knew this was no time to act meekly,
“Not really, just curious. Is this your temple?”
The wise man nodded,
“This is a place of learning,
A place to find the answers you’ve been seeking,
Your inner faith.”
You were taken aback by his words,
Although,
Could this mean the secrets to your journey?
As if the man already knew what you were thinking,
A genuine smile formed upon his lips,
“Those, you’ll encounter on your own. I’m only here to guide your path,
There are many others like you,
On their own journey.
I’ve helped them along as well,
In fact,
You might meet them as you continue your own.”
This was all definitely,
Intriguing,
“So, everyone I’ve met thus far,
Has been through what I have already?”
The pope agreed once more,
“As have I,
During this time,
You might question your own faith,
Beliefs,
Your own upbringing,
You will in time question it all,
But know this,
You’ll always find that answer,
When you really,
Truly,
Need it most.”
Thus learning amongst others with similar yearning for the secrets of life,
This spiritual wisdom,
Something stirs you from within.
There seems to be a woman with long red locks,
Where had she come from?
Upon noticing her,
Picking flowers from a garden,
You weren’t even aware existed,
Those penetrating eyes bore into your own,
What was that feeling?
The Priest taught you all he could for now,
Gently bringing to your attention,
That it was up to you,
To continue the path you have embarked on.
Yes,
You were much aware,
But the woman fair standing just feet away,
Wasn’t part of that bigger,
Cosmic,
Plan of yours.
Those eyes were so inviting,
You had never felt that way towards anyone before,
All the present and possible future images shattered,
As you saw a man placing his arm around the redhead,
Of course,
For she already had a suitor.
The moment you turned around,
Attempting to erase from your ego,
All that just occurred,
You feel a hand upon your own shoulder,
“Would you like some flowers? You seem rather, glum.”
Another voice resonated nearby,
This one,
Deeper,
More self-assured,
“Flowers do have their healing trait about them;
Their beauty is impeccable,
No matter their color,
Their shape,
Size,
How intricate or simple one is from the other,
They’re all stunning in my eyes.
Don’t you think so?”
Your cheeks were somehow tinted pink at the man’s words,
They didn’t discriminate,
You felt your head nod in agreement,
As well as your own heart.
Before you knew it,
Time had passed,
And you grew to care for the pair,
A bit odd they were,
But it only intrigued you further,
In fact,
You strongly believe,
You fell in love with them both.
With those two by your side,
You felt you were capable of anything,
Although,
The day came when you had to make a decision.
Your journey,
Had been put on hold.
They were aware of this,
And that same redhead had brought it to your attention then,
“The time we have spent together has been wonderful,
But,
You were made for bigger and better things.
If you stay with us,
All the lessons you’ve learned so far,
Would not mean anything;
I want us to always mean something to you.
Once you find the answer,
To all the questions that reside in your heart…”
You were immediately distraught,
As was the man,
None of you had expected her to say anything,
Even if she did have all the reason to do so.
The man sighed,
“As much as I’d like to disagree,
She’s right.
I think,
We’d only be able to let go,
Because you are very dear to us,
Holding you back,
Is not what you deserve.”
The words wouldn’t leave your mouth,
You knew they had good intentions,
But it hurt so much.
“I want to be with you both! I don’t want to leave,”
You shouted, as immature as it all sounded.
They both averted their gaze,
While your beautiful redhead began to shed tears,
“We will meet again someday,
I swear by it.
Because,
We’re not planning on letting you go from our hearts that easily,”
She looked up at you with those same eyes you fell for those years ago.
She kissed you,
While he held you tight,
You never wanted them to let go.
Before you knew it,
They were gone,
With only your precious memories,
To comfort and ease the emptiness you now felt.
You swore too,
You were to keep going forward,
For them,
For yourself.
Your first love,
Will never,
Be forgotten.
Random bits for future reference;
I've named the pair in the Lovers: Ana and Evan, just to be quirky. Since in the Rider Waite tarot deck, the Lovers have also been depicted ( created by Arthur Edward Waite and illustrated by Pamela Coleman Smith ) as Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, or rather a new garden of Eden ( as Rachel Pollack stated in her book "Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom" ) with the trees bringing enlightenment instead of the fall. Oh sweet irony... *huggles Ryoji because she can. >.>;* It was an interesting look, seeing as the redhead is seen picking flowers, from a garden the main character wasn't even aware of... I tried my best to show that indeed, even if he learned to love the pair, he still had a decision to make. A choice. The path had been waiting for him for sometime, and was going to wait for him as long as it took. Although, whose to say that in however many years from then, would the path look the same, from when he first intended to embark on it. When I wrote this one, I thought about a lot of things, including my own decisions and paths in life. Every choice we make, has consequences, but in the end by making these choices it's what makes us who we are. Through the bad and most certainly the good. It's amusing how much wisdom we all have within, if we only actually take the chance to listen to ourselves. Our inner voice. Well, no matter the words I share, if I don't go out and do something, that's all they'll be... so really I need to do groceries! ;)
I love how I've had this entry saved for a couple of days, but I'm always out on errands... or just looking out after mom. Either way, I've been writing slower these days... I have to change that, writing is a wonderful outlet. Although, I have not been dawdling, nope. I write every day, it's just I never post any of it. Chapter 2 of "You're Not My Lord" is in the proofreading stages, and "Behind The Crimson Door" yet another Ryoji/Minato piece ( which will probably be multi-chaptered ) is almost done as well. I would like to post one of them before I go to see my cousins. Ah, well, time will tell I guess. I've been doing a lot of reading on the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, and about history in general. Mostly, a lot of female oriented history; it's simply fascinating! Currently, I'm reading certain texts on Hindu goddesses and a book that was published by one of the Jungian analysts, Jean Shinoda Bolen, about different female archetypes from Greek myth that all women in this day and age can relate to. I'm really excited to finish reading it. Ah, sorry... dorking out again. I should really be going. I guess I'll cross-post my current poems over at empressreadings when I get back from the store.
More from me soon, whether you guys want to read from me or not. ;)
Forgive me, for I haven't posted any written work for awhile, and I'm not even bearing fanfiction. *bows deeply* I'm gonna wait until I have more of my poetry written for the Fool's Journey before I post it to any community, if I do. I dunno. I feel real giddy every time I write in this format. It's oddly, comforting. I haven't had much time on the computer, but I have been working hard on a couple of separate fanfic pieces of the KH/P3 variety. Oh yes, you read right boys and girls, I'm going all crossover on ya'll asses! xD How I made it work is beyond me... but I've gotten real creative, and I do hope some of you will enjoy the crackiness/magical adventure to come, and yes expect lots of occult philosophy packed goodies! :D
Anyways, today I'm only going to post two Arcanas, and hopefully when I become inspired yet again, I'll continue the main character's journey. I've been working on separate little stories for the characters in each poem. I only considered it upon writing "The Lovers" one, oddly. I really grew fond of the pair. Their relationship is completely unorthodox, but it only makes it more delicious ( I don't think the Hierophant would be pleased! LOL He'd be all like... yo buddy have I not taught you anything?! Nah, just kidding. It's pretty amusing though... he trains with the Priest, and goes off and--- Oh you'll see what I mean.). :)
I've been doing a lot of reading and research, and I'm pretty sure my fanfics to come will reflect such. There's definitely a buffet of yummy taboos to come. :D Excited? I sure am! XD Right, on to the writing.
All the advice that has been generously provided for you,
Has been somewhat overwhelming,
Yet,
Oddly comforting,
With a sense of something else you have yet to discover or realize.
Up ahead you catch sight of an old looking temple,
How strange you think,
What is a temple doing in the middle of nowhere?
Your curiosity is piqued,
As you begin to approach,
A man just so happened to walk out of those intimidating temple doors,
Followed behind by two figures looking down,
All were in robes adorned by intricate patterns,
Somehow,
You felt they signified something,
Something quite unknown to you at the present time.
The scepter he had was a sign of power,
You knew this,
But was he somehow connected to everyone else you’ve met along the way?
“Son of mine, are you lost?”
He took notice of you,
Breaking that train of thought.
You weren’t sure how to respond,
But you knew this was no time to act meekly,
“Not really, just curious. Is this your temple?”
The wise man nodded,
“This is a place of learning,
A place to find the answers you’ve been seeking,
Your inner faith.”
You were taken aback by his words,
Although,
Could this mean the secrets to your journey?
As if the man already knew what you were thinking,
A genuine smile formed upon his lips,
“Those, you’ll encounter on your own. I’m only here to guide your path,
There are many others like you,
On their own journey.
I’ve helped them along as well,
In fact,
You might meet them as you continue your own.”
This was all definitely,
Intriguing,
“So, everyone I’ve met thus far,
Has been through what I have already?”
The pope agreed once more,
“As have I,
During this time,
You might question your own faith,
Beliefs,
Your own upbringing,
You will in time question it all,
But know this,
You’ll always find that answer,
When you really,
Truly,
Need it most.”
Thus learning amongst others with similar yearning for the secrets of life,
This spiritual wisdom,
Something stirs you from within.
There seems to be a woman with long red locks,
Where had she come from?
Upon noticing her,
Picking flowers from a garden,
You weren’t even aware existed,
Those penetrating eyes bore into your own,
What was that feeling?
The Priest taught you all he could for now,
Gently bringing to your attention,
That it was up to you,
To continue the path you have embarked on.
Yes,
You were much aware,
But the woman fair standing just feet away,
Wasn’t part of that bigger,
Cosmic,
Plan of yours.
Those eyes were so inviting,
You had never felt that way towards anyone before,
All the present and possible future images shattered,
As you saw a man placing his arm around the redhead,
Of course,
For she already had a suitor.
The moment you turned around,
Attempting to erase from your ego,
All that just occurred,
You feel a hand upon your own shoulder,
“Would you like some flowers? You seem rather, glum.”
Another voice resonated nearby,
This one,
Deeper,
More self-assured,
“Flowers do have their healing trait about them;
Their beauty is impeccable,
No matter their color,
Their shape,
Size,
How intricate or simple one is from the other,
They’re all stunning in my eyes.
Don’t you think so?”
Your cheeks were somehow tinted pink at the man’s words,
They didn’t discriminate,
You felt your head nod in agreement,
As well as your own heart.
Before you knew it,
Time had passed,
And you grew to care for the pair,
A bit odd they were,
But it only intrigued you further,
In fact,
You strongly believe,
You fell in love with them both.
With those two by your side,
You felt you were capable of anything,
Although,
The day came when you had to make a decision.
Your journey,
Had been put on hold.
They were aware of this,
And that same redhead had brought it to your attention then,
“The time we have spent together has been wonderful,
But,
You were made for bigger and better things.
If you stay with us,
All the lessons you’ve learned so far,
Would not mean anything;
I want us to always mean something to you.
Once you find the answer,
To all the questions that reside in your heart…”
You were immediately distraught,
As was the man,
None of you had expected her to say anything,
Even if she did have all the reason to do so.
The man sighed,
“As much as I’d like to disagree,
She’s right.
I think,
We’d only be able to let go,
Because you are very dear to us,
Holding you back,
Is not what you deserve.”
The words wouldn’t leave your mouth,
You knew they had good intentions,
But it hurt so much.
“I want to be with you both! I don’t want to leave,”
You shouted, as immature as it all sounded.
They both averted their gaze,
While your beautiful redhead began to shed tears,
“We will meet again someday,
I swear by it.
Because,
We’re not planning on letting you go from our hearts that easily,”
She looked up at you with those same eyes you fell for those years ago.
She kissed you,
While he held you tight,
You never wanted them to let go.
Before you knew it,
They were gone,
With only your precious memories,
To comfort and ease the emptiness you now felt.
You swore too,
You were to keep going forward,
For them,
For yourself.
Your first love,
Will never,
Be forgotten.
Random bits for future reference;
I've named the pair in the Lovers: Ana and Evan, just to be quirky. Since in the Rider Waite tarot deck, the Lovers have also been depicted ( created by Arthur Edward Waite and illustrated by Pamela Coleman Smith ) as Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, or rather a new garden of Eden ( as Rachel Pollack stated in her book "Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom" ) with the trees bringing enlightenment instead of the fall. Oh sweet irony... *huggles Ryoji because she can. >.>;* It was an interesting look, seeing as the redhead is seen picking flowers, from a garden the main character wasn't even aware of... I tried my best to show that indeed, even if he learned to love the pair, he still had a decision to make. A choice. The path had been waiting for him for sometime, and was going to wait for him as long as it took. Although, whose to say that in however many years from then, would the path look the same, from when he first intended to embark on it. When I wrote this one, I thought about a lot of things, including my own decisions and paths in life. Every choice we make, has consequences, but in the end by making these choices it's what makes us who we are. Through the bad and most certainly the good. It's amusing how much wisdom we all have within, if we only actually take the chance to listen to ourselves. Our inner voice. Well, no matter the words I share, if I don't go out and do something, that's all they'll be... so really I need to do groceries! ;)
I love how I've had this entry saved for a couple of days, but I'm always out on errands... or just looking out after mom. Either way, I've been writing slower these days... I have to change that, writing is a wonderful outlet. Although, I have not been dawdling, nope. I write every day, it's just I never post any of it. Chapter 2 of "You're Not My Lord" is in the proofreading stages, and "Behind The Crimson Door" yet another Ryoji/Minato piece ( which will probably be multi-chaptered ) is almost done as well. I would like to post one of them before I go to see my cousins. Ah, well, time will tell I guess. I've been doing a lot of reading on the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, and about history in general. Mostly, a lot of female oriented history; it's simply fascinating! Currently, I'm reading certain texts on Hindu goddesses and a book that was published by one of the Jungian analysts, Jean Shinoda Bolen, about different female archetypes from Greek myth that all women in this day and age can relate to. I'm really excited to finish reading it. Ah, sorry... dorking out again. I should really be going. I guess I'll cross-post my current poems over at empressreadings when I get back from the store.
More from me soon, whether you guys want to read from me or not. ;)