Tifareth

This is where the path turns.

Meditation:

Walking along a path near a lake…the moon is up and a storm is brewing. I’m afraid. I see a child along the path who does not speak…just points down the path.

I come to a wall with a large gate and steps leading up to the top. I go up the steps then launch into flight. I fly over the golden field beyond the wall. The sun shines.

This sephirot is so all encompassing. Tarot does not even touch this. I can see this as endless beauty, the sun, death and rebirth. But it’s connection with the tarot is minute if at all.

I can’t see it…and that is what this sephirot asks.