Dream Denizen: Jupiter’s Girl

Certain characters make repeat appearances in my dreams. As they often play key roles in my dream writeups, I’ll detail them under the heading of “Dream Denizen”. Some are mythological figures, some are representations of abstract concepts. Most are magical in one way or another. Some are easy to talk about, some are complete mysteries even after decades of seeing them. (Yes, they can all be considered projections of myself. But I consider the dream world to be just as real as the waking.)

The first dream denizen is a person I have not written of on this blog. Not yet, anyways. But for a few close friends that have suffered my verbal storytelling, she is a oft seen character. I know she was sprung from the tarot, but I feel a faint connection between “Jupiter’s Girl” and the sephira Chesed.

That’s my face behind the mask, but not necessarily my eyes. The figure is a duplicate of mine, from puffy afro to broken pinky toes. Feminine form, but I don’t get the sense of feminine gender from this person. However, neither is this person masculine. Light of foot, she bounds and flips with acrobatic ease. When she stands, it is with a royal air.

Black boots with mid heel. Snug black pants, but not tight. A large white poet’s shirt, with long sleeves and ruffles a plenty. A leather vest is worn over the shirt. Black and snug, it reminds me more of leather armor than leather accent. Black leather gloves are half covered by the ruffled end of the sleeves. A half mask of plain black cloth obscures the upper half of her face. The mask is always present. I can see her eyes clearly, however. The iris is always changing color. She is always smiling, even when upset. Her afro is larger than mine, and pulled back into an afro bun. She wears her hair like a crown. I have never seen jewelry on her.

This is Jupiter’s Girl. A messenger of sorts. If ever I have doubts on which power she serves, she’ll pull a card from thin air, and hold it up with two fingers. The backside will be iridescent as it faces me. Generally, I’ll know what the front side is. Her calling card, and the symbol of her master, the Thoth Fortune (X) card.

There have been times when she has presented me with other cards. Tonight when I saw her, she handed me the Thoth Tower (XVI) card. Adventures followed and when I saw her next, she displayed the Thoth Fortune (X) card. (She was also on the arm of a personification of Jupiter, but further details of that are not for here.)

She never speaks. Not a single word. All her communication is in the form of tarot cards that she pulls from thin air. She holds up a gloved hand, turns it so I see she holds nothing. She pinches the air, twists her wrist, and a card is now held between forefinger and middle finger. Whenever she presents the 10 of Wands (Oppression), or the 2 of Disks (Change), she has a mischievous smirk that would slaughter the dawn.

That confounding woman! She reminds me of the harlequin and the joker. Always dancing just out of arm’s reach, just beyond my grasp. She never lets me touch her, she always stay just a little bit away. I’ve learned not to follow her, unless she explicitly demonstrates I am to do so. She is one part good luck, one part bad luck, and one part What The Fuck.

When she starts showing up in my dreams on a continual basis, things are about to change in the Waking. Not necessarily for good or for bad, how things wind up are determined by my (in)actions. But things are definitely going to Change.