XIV Temperance

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Before water can roll off The Mountain, it must pour from The Sky.

Iris is a messenger; her life flows between worlds. She knows how to balance with one foot in the water. She’ll tell you: “Water is not crystalline or definite. When water fills a valley, it becomes a lake."

She carries cups of Living Water. It surges in her hands, but she's never spilled a drop. As she pours, Light refracts through the liquid and disperses its tributaries.

“Reach out your hand if your cup be empty.
If your cup is full, may it be again.” — RH

Each night she carries water from the deepest aquifers into the clouds of The Mountain. On the way she fills each flower’s carafe with nectar, so the mystic stumbles home full of something they cannot name. At morning light she stays, but not too long.

This distillation has surfaced her Self from the waters of the Styx. She churned her own creation at the union of The Lovers. Now she stands like hydrogen and oxygen, bound by Fire.

"Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem" - BV