The High Priestess was in front of an audience, in a conference room with tall windows, completely made out of wood and with several vases with flowers. The audience was made of normal people. The High Priestess was nervous because she knew what she had to talk about, she did all the studies and research, but the book she had in front of her was written by someone else and she couldn't talk because her point of reference (the book) didn't mirror what she learnt during her life, which made her nervous. When I took the High Priestess' place I felt her nervousism and her frustration since the book was unreadable to me. I leafed fast and frantically through the pages hoping that something that I learnt during my life would show up, but the idea of teaching a lesson someone else wrote down completely blocked me. I couldn't talk and the audience looked at me, waiting for me to educate them. At that point I looked up and looked at the light passing through the windows, which calmed me down, and I decided to close the book and talk to the audience about my personal life experience, which I managed to do. From my left I pulled out another book, the book of my personal life story, and I noticed it was readable and full of pictures. I opened it, I put it on the book stand and I started talking to the audience. I left the High Priestess speaking and once out of the card I realized that the book the High Priestess holds was not a standard book, but the lessons she learnt during her life.
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