Meditale : The Day The Dog Drank The Elixir

This year I am writing a new book, with AI, that I didn’t plan to write about a missing and entirely new aspect of the Tarot. One element of it will be 22 entirely new Major Arcana keys. There will also be an entirely new Minor Arcana too - five new suits indeed. I will serialise the audiobook version on this app when its ready but here’s the second of 22 short, allegorical meditales describing the essence of these new keys. The background ambience is called The Veil and you can find that on the app - it is designed to 'thin' the gap between the Void and the Density.

Transcript

The dog was on an errand to the High Priestess after another visit to the Magician.

As dogs do in their own way,

He sensed something was not quite right.

All of a sudden,

The weight around his neck lessened,

And he heard something clatter to the stone path.

What he wasn't aware of was that the Magician had been pressed by the Emperor for some oracular advice.

He hadn't sealed the pouch around the dog's neck,

And the elixir had fallen out.

What's more,

The stopper had come loose,

And the bright green liquid had seeped out onto the path.

As dogs do,

When something is outside their trained patterns,

They fall back to instinct.

So the dog sniffed it.

It smelt fine.

Then he licked it.

He'd had worse.

His next motive was not to clear the mess off the path.

If that was the case,

He wouldn't have left the vial and its stopper on the path where the High Priestess would find it the next day.

He continued on to see the High Priestess,

But now with an empty pouch and a slightly fuller tummy.

By the time he reached the High Priestess,

The dog had slowed,

Not from guilt nor from pride,

But from a curious new sense of space in his step.

The world felt fractionally wider,

As if the path itself had learned to breathe.

The High Priestess noticed at once.

She said nothing about the empty pouch.

She knelt,

Placed a hand on the dog's chest,

And listened.

What she sensed was not prophecy,

Not doctrine.

It was coherence.

The kind that arrives unannounced,

Bypassing ritual,

Choosing instinct as its doorway.

She smiled,

For this was how it always happened in the end.

The elixir never belonged to the magician,

Nor to the fool,

Nor even to her.

It belonged to the one who did not seek it.

The High Priestess had made a note to retrieve the vial from the path the next day,

So the magician would be none the wiser.

That night,

Though,

The path shimmered faintly,

Where the green liquid had touched down.

By morning,

Nothing remained but a subtle remembering.

And the dog?

He slept deeply,

Dreaming of running without destination.

And he woke unchanged,

Or so it seemed.

Reviews

Fascinating Tom! I look forward to the next “tail”!
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A lot of wisdom in 3 mins if you know how to find it 🙏🕊️😉

Interesting idea. Not going to say I’m a fan of Ai, but curious with your results of this endeavor. This is part two. Part one? I tried searching for. Is it also called by Meditale?