Sorry for being MIA these past few weeks. March has proven to be a big month, with a new job, new projects, and some super big blog-related news that I’ll be blowing up the Internet with in just the next week or so (EEEEEEEE!!!!1!). I’m still a bit swamped, but in the meantime, please enjoy the following essay from www.thornthewitch.com, circa September 27, 2013. It’s written for Wald Amberstone and not a general readership, but I think the points still stand. Fair warning: I’d been spending a lot of time reading Judith Butler (whom I don’t even pretend to understand most of the time). Also, for those of you who don’t know, I’m working exclusively with the Rider-Waite tarot illustrated by Pamela Colman Smith. Most other decks are simply reinterpretations of her work, so it stands to reason that, in a thorough study of tarot, we should cut out some of the middlemen. At least for now.
Before our last conversation, I would likely have delved into my contemplation of The High Priestess saddled with associations developed through my role as a high priestess. You pointed out that when I’m functioning as such in a coven setting, what I’m really doing is more akin to the work of The Hierophant, and this was a profound realization for me. This card, more than any so far, has posed a great challenge, because I have so much invested in what I think it means even before I really begin to study it. I have to consciously let a lot go in order to engage in contemplation.
When I do, the central meaning comes to be about boundaries. The High Priestess sits at the boundary, not just between the twin pillars or between the world and the abyss, but at all boundaries. And just as the melting point of ice is simultaneously the freezing point, boundaries are simultaneously a point of uniting and a point of division. Boundaries sometimes feel harsh to us—they keep us out or keep us in—but without them we lose the ability to engage the world in meaningful ways. We lose language, and, as a result, we lose identity and selfness. As you said to me over the phone, there is no distinction without contrast. Duality may be arbitrary, but it is necessary. The High Priestess sits at the boundary, beyond which lies the Holy of Holies, the Mystery, the Abyss. To gaze upon these is to be destroyed. Without boundaries, there is no self. I is no longer an I.
Still in contemplation, having had the above realization, I initially thought of the figure of the witch. The witch is sometimes described as a “hedgerider”—a boundary-crosser. She passes out of the town and into the wild places, produces unguents that separate soul from body so that it might travel to unseen places, and uses otherworldly magic to alter reality. But that’s too easy, I think. Boundaries like that allow her to retain her self-ness. By engage in these activities, she actually reinforces her identity as a witch. Paradoxically, by crossing boundaries, she reinforces them. The Mystery guarded by The High Priestess is beyond that.
In the Archetypal Description, you state that, “She answers the questions that cannot be asked in words.” Further, the Transcendent Interpretation reiterates this theme of silence. The High Priestess is beyond words because there literally are no words. Beyond the boundary, there can be no language. Not only does the category of “witch” cease to exist, but so too do all categories: woman, human, self. The question was, “Who is The High Priestess when The High Priestess is you?” The answer is that The High Priestess is at the root of everything that makes me a self. Every identity category that I occupy (student, woman, American, witch, daughter, coffee drinker, cat lover, on and on) only exists because it stands in contrast to something else. I become The High Priestess every time I make distinctions, think of myself as an individual, use language, or otherwise exist in a world defined by duality. Paradoxically, I am also The High Priestess when I don’t do those things (at which point I cease to be).