The phoenix must burn to emerge.
The answer that will come, possibly today or tomorrow, is literally a matter of life and death. People will keep or lose their reproductive rights. People will keep or lose their marriages being valid. People will continue to be united with or stripped from their families.
The morning of the election I prayed to the Triple Goddess: Maiden, Mother, Crone. All women, no matter what age, race, sexual orientation, gender identity, will all be impacted. I prayed to Artemis, Goddess of the hunt, wild nature, self, and asked if I should prepare to fight. I prayed to Selene, Goddess of the Moon, and asked if I should go with the flow, turn up my empathy, turn inward for strength. I prayed to Hekate, Goddess of magick and spells and the underworld, and asked if I should prepare for death, for a rebirth, for a journey from the crossroads.
I pulled the Justice card.
For me this meant two things: either justice will be served and some sense of balance will be restored, or we must prepare to fight for justice, for what is fairly deserved, though not what all want.
The Justice card in the Brady Tarot deck features a turkey vulture. The artist of this deck, Emi Brady, calls vulturesย โthe gate-keepers between life and death.โ They consume the dead and diseased, to then birth new life. Either way this election turns out, there will be fire, there will be death, there will be ash, and new life will grow from it.
Today I pulled the Eight of Roots. In this deck, the suit of pentacles is replaced by roots. And actually, by chance (or otherworldly magick), the Justice card appeared just beneath the Eight of Roots.
What I took out of this card was that we must stay the course, stay strong, and work together. Roots are the foundation, the building blocks of all great things. With strong roots, everything is possible.
In looking deeper into this card, the eastern bumblebees are banning together, working tirelessly underground building their community. Up from the entangled roots grows dense grass. And just in the distance is a cluster of trees who have joined their branches and leaves together.
โThere is a growing body of thought that suggests a forest is not a collection of isolated creatures, but a single organism -- like a hive of bees.โ
Maybe your way of fighting is under the surface, unseen, but the true foundation of the fight. Maybe you are banning together with others, linking roots, linking arms, to give others the chance to grow and shine. Maybe you are on the front lines, standing tall, dense, sturdy, like a forest of trees.
Whoever you are, whatever your fight, find your community. The battle has only just begun. And justice will be given where it is due.
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