The rune Rad -- rune of the Magician May the Archangels stand in the four quarters around me as this clammy gloom descends. I exist safe within my sacred space; an unaffected victim of a tiresome spell. Some menace has been sent my way. But slakeless quicksilver merely shifted into a comfortable form as I became aware of extreme venomous anger. Someone is not pleased out there in the world. Somehow I link this to the events unfolding in the world. Eyes which have seen and stalked my words ...
Unperturbed ... and in truth spurred on even more ... familiar energies return ... as calmness pervades my senses once more.
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10:47pm - 11pm
6 of Staves
Keeper of Staves
3 of Spheres
A commotion within a wasteland outlined on the Keeper of Staves; three doves hang in the sky ... hovering above trees bedecked in golden leaves; the keeper of staves with stave in hand prepares to recite what is written ... that which he must say. Behind him the Unicorn watches on ... beside it a woman with untidy long golden hair ... watches too. And now the Keeper has his audience ... within this wasteland ... his script describes confinement and containment .. and fear ... and anxiety .. but nowhere in those writings is there any truth.
Somehow this charade is linked to a desperate need for the reward offered by the Six of Staves ... nothing more; nothing less. Knowing who you know forces influence ... pushes a sheaf of paper to the top of the pile so the right eyes see ... nothing more; nothing less... the death card is not one to be considered by the fool who sits at the small round table within the image of the Three of Spheres. The fool wears a face so grim ... so emotionless .. as he reviews the pre-broadcast of the script ... for him it is a successful venture but it grants him no pleasure ... because it is not his script, his words ... but the viewpoint of another higher on the ladder of the Six of spheres ... he himself knows it bears insufficient weight to be granted so much attention.
Gripped by fear all eyes watch the fool behind the small circular table. He holds three small discs with image of star and heart and flower ... when the news comes through watch for any apparent signs of relief ... because relief carries more tears than grief ... back then to the main corridor as the goose flies finally by.
So what is it then they may find? That demands all the isolation and all the attention? It is not who but what ... but what is it?
