The Empress & the Dragonfly

by Lian Brook-Tyler

The Empress & the Dragonfly

My late father bought this Tiffany lamp for me many years ago knowing that I’ve always loved dragonflies. I didn’t have the right space for it then, so I gave it to my late mother, whose house I felt it truly belonged in.

I saw it as a gift rather than a loan, and so never expected to have it back, even once I finally did have the kind of home it belonged in. I was content with enjoying it whenever I visited her.

But then five years ago, her husband, my step-father (a term that doesn’t come anywhere close to describing what this man means our family ) decided that it belonged back with me.

It returned to me the same summer as I was blessed with a visit from a female Emperor dragonfly… an Empress… the Empress archetype and Tarot card having been my constant companion and initiatrix that year.

She transformed my life and how I worked with women, particularly when it came to expressing their souls in their material lives and work, though the Empress has felt somewhat quiet for me personally since then.

Right up until very recently when I’ve felt her presence once again.

I first felt her a month ago at the Temple of Athena on Rhodes. I rose from my knees praying, with a renewed clarity of what I needed to do next in our work, including taking the podcast to the next level. As I walked back down the hill, with Athena at my back, I had an embodied memory arise of how the Empress first spoke to me five years ago.

Side note: although the podcast is ranked in the top 1.5% in the world (by Listen Notes), that last couple of percent is crowded with the vanishingly rare podcasts that are still releasing episodes and have been running for years, so to be truly world-renowned, we’d need to be in the top 0.01%.

And that brings us to yesterday…

A beloved member of our community sent me a message which talked about Empress and included a photo of the tarot card.

Later on, I was walking the dogs with my children, with me half in the hedgerow as usual, plucking damsons and greengages into my mouth, then I heard my daughter gasp… “There’s a dragonfly on your back, mama!”

I woke up this morning and realised (thanks to the power of fb memories aka my synchronicity storehouse!), that it was *exactly* five years ago yesterday that the dragonfly lamp was returned to me.

And then it was only as I was telling Jonathan about all of this, I remembered what happened as I walked away from the Temple of Athena, although I now realise I completely missed the message then. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly had appeared and circled me, round and round, almost as if it was telling me something.

She’s back.

♥️

P.S. this could have been titled: How I still need signs spelled out to me ♥️

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