Todays unlocking session: Zuhal (زحل )
Right before the session I felt tired, out of the blue. So tired that I was afraid to doze off on the spot. So I told Zuhal that I would probably slip away any given second and that I’d like to reschedule our meeting. The offerings, the candles and the incense would be hers to take.
I dozed off into a light slumber, my altar room somehow blended into a modern looking study room with a very organized desk (so its REALLY not mine, ha), two bookshelves, one bed and one couch. I was laying on the couch, the sound of raindrops against the window while somebody typed something on the laptop that was sitting on the desk lulled me into a comfortable nothingness.
The chair in front of the desk was empty; the typing continued and when I sat up to catch a glimpse of the laptops display I’ve noticed a very tall woman flipping through a book in front of one of the shelves.
The woman turned around; she must have been in her early to mid 40s. She had long and curly dark hair, a dark skin tone and eyes like coal. She was wearing a long black Chiton with a matching Himation. No jewellery, no bling. A sense of relief came over me that Zuhal didn’t choose the appearance of an old and naked man with a taste for sharp agricultural equipment and the blood of his descendants.
She put the book back on the shelf and sat down on the bed across the room.
A large glass orb appeared on her lap; it was filled with dark smoke that moved lazily inside. Before continuing with the unlocking I had a very urgent request; I asked her if I could touch her clothes. She let me take the fabric of her Himation into my hand; it felt much more sturdy and heavy and rough than it looked like. I memorized the texture.
The typing on the laptop continued while I started to ask her my questions. I asked her why this influence is still with me; “I won’t let you move to anything else because you belong here.”
If thats the case: what kind of influence over certain aspects do I have, at all?
“Every influence. Look what has happened from your own influence and your own will alone”
Yes, but…why not letting me completely off the hook, then? “Because the organism and the flesh are inseparably intertwined; they are giving life to each other”
Lady, literally everything withers under my care. There is no life giving.
“Thats your part in the course of all natural things”
It sounds convincing but everything probably does when you are locked inside of a nap while having this convo. I ask her about my Hanged Man and Hermit.
“This is no prison. It is your very own domain. Currently it is like you are hiding inside of your own house from yourself.”
She has a point and I know it. But I don’t necessarily like it.
I ask her for the unlocking process; she holds out her arm and I grab it. I notice fine black lines around her wrists. A white energy that is structured like large reptilian scales is creeping from her arm to mine. It engulfs my right arm with a pleasant little buzz before it dissipates. Before I can give her my thanks I wake up in front of my offering table.