Which of my Muses would anoint you?

Create an ethereal, dreamlike landscape featuring various mystical elements like an enchanting perfume burner, tarot cards floating in the night sky, and a heart-tree bearing luminous fruits—all set against a backdrop of constellations and abstract colors.

Discover Your Inner Muse

Embark on a journey of self-discovery with our "Which of My Muses Would Anoint You?" quiz. This captivating experience combines the essence of scents, tarot, and celestial wonders to unveil your unique Muse, guiding you towards deeper self-awareness and inspiration.

Explore your emotional landscape through scents and tarot.
Uncover the symbolic meanings of your chosen elements.
Receive personalized insights that resonate with your soul.

10 Questions2 MinutesCreated by DreamingHeart42

A perfume burner is placed before you. The scent wafting from it is that of:

Black orchids, lush with an undertone of rum, sandalwood and myrrh

Frankincense, softened with underlying notes of lotus and jasmine

Hay, rounded with notes of honey and amber

Honeysuckle, warmed further with the faintest traces of orange blossom and vanilla

Mountain green, melancholy with lilac and lily of the valley

Roses, and a sharp citrus tang you cannot quite place

Keeping that scent in your lungs, draw a card from the Minor Arcana:

The Ace of Swords, signifying strength in dark times

Two of Disks, signifying change, the transforming, yet paradoxically constant nature of matter and matters

Nine of Swords, signifying cruelty of circumstance, and hoping against hope

Four of Wands, signifying completion, a union that is perfectly matched

The Queen of Cups, signifying an expansive, devoted female protector

Three of Cups, signifying abundance, a love fulfilled in overflowing joy

Say I am asking you to journey into the night of your own soul. By what means do you make the sail?

Half of a walnut shell, for it is sturdy and shaped like a heart, and I am needful of courage

A simple boat, but I do not venture in alone, taking a loved one along as my navigator

A barque netted over with fine silks, lamps hung from the prow, casting my shadow in strange shapes

An oar, but no barque; the rivers of my within are air currents, and I am an adept tempestar

A simple boat, and I go in without lights, because it is only in absolute darkness that I can see what moves about in the waters and thus discern my path

My own body, as strong or weak as it may prove to be

At the center of your being there grows a heart-tree. The fruits it yields are:

Clementines, so many and so luminous that from a distance the tree seems to be bearing a seraph of suns

Grapes, heavy and black, their vine having strangled the trunk and branches of an old poplar and claimed it for itself

Figs, so ripe they would fall apart in the hand trying to pluck them

Prickly pears, ripening in tones of green, orange, and vermilion, their honeyed flesh bright as a polished jewel

Quinces, hard and fragrant, rinds bearing the colour of red gold

Watermelons, growing not in the tree but in the shrubbery around it, rinds dark green and lush with the vivacity they’ve nursed from underground streams

Choose an imaginary colour:

Kadan, the colour of the sky when it is trapped in dead water

Ezet, the colour of an angel’s tongue

Ivir, the colour of a true name, left to the grass and made unspeakable

Neilepelanthe, the true colour of light

Odr, the colour of longing, inhabiting the absence between red and violet when you close your second eyelids

Vuul, the colour of adamant fires

Choose a face of God:

Drunk girl in a nightclub bathroom, holding your hair back when you throw up, soothing your fever with her cool hands

Old woman on a street corner, selling what grows in her garden, giving you something for free, because she knows you both don’t have much

Professor who fights for you in councils when the rest of the faculty is threatening to fail you, and who reminds you constantly that you have the right to be proud of your smallest achievements, because people have different paces, different rhythms

Stranger who sits with you on the curb when it’s all too much and you’ve broken down in public, offering you an unopened pack of tissues and absolutely no judgment

Reverend who understands why you can’t believe, and doesn’t ask you to

Guy in the hospital bed next to yours, who cracks jokes about the mess of things and makes you forget in just how much fear you are

Which of my Muses would anoint you?

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