Immersed in familiar primal fear,
Lost once more in the tides of powerless motion
I grip the key; swing the door open
And gaze out into the hall
For sight of any changes in the scene ...
Lost once more in the tides of powerless motion
I grip the key; swing the door open
And gaze out into the hall
For sight of any changes in the scene ...
TEN OF WEAPONS
The scene is that of a tragedy or death on a stage. The curtain comes down and there is ending; sadness; turmoil; grief .... the lightning flash of imminence ..
PRIME OF STAVES
An energy of creation forming; ideas surfacing in the conscious mind. Be aware of the pressure forming on shoulders. The attention seeker gets the just reward. The energy is now his to utilise.
FOUR OF STAVES
Accumulated strength and its apparent need. A change in status. A mould reforged and circumstances changing.
FOUR OF WEAPONS
The recovery after rest. Thrust out of the back water. A time of exile; being in hiding draws to a close. Thoughts cast back to before the surgeon's knife to when life had some semblance of familiarity. After this event it all effectively changed. Was this contrived ... as it was intended? All the subsequent changes ... recall what was seen in visions under the influence of the after effects. The green car, the sloping road ... what was it that was seen after these scenes ... recall?
10, 1, 4, 4 ... 1+1+4+4 .... 10 ... the tenth month? Ten days? Ten weeks? Ten hours ... only physical time shall tell.
The scene is that of a tragedy or death on a stage. The curtain comes down and there is ending; sadness; turmoil; grief .... the lightning flash of imminence ..
PRIME OF STAVES
An energy of creation forming; ideas surfacing in the conscious mind. Be aware of the pressure forming on shoulders. The attention seeker gets the just reward. The energy is now his to utilise.
FOUR OF STAVES
Accumulated strength and its apparent need. A change in status. A mould reforged and circumstances changing.
FOUR OF WEAPONS
The recovery after rest. Thrust out of the back water. A time of exile; being in hiding draws to a close. Thoughts cast back to before the surgeon's knife to when life had some semblance of familiarity. After this event it all effectively changed. Was this contrived ... as it was intended? All the subsequent changes ... recall what was seen in visions under the influence of the after effects. The green car, the sloping road ... what was it that was seen after these scenes ... recall?
10, 1, 4, 4 ... 1+1+4+4 .... 10 ... the tenth month? Ten days? Ten weeks? Ten hours ... only physical time shall tell.