Images around the Eight of Weapons ... a distinct edge to the connection made this night, as the Two Old Dears stand on the periphery alarmed by the state of play. So much disarray at this moment in time upon the earth plane. Lack of motivation. Wheels standing still ... yet free from a rut. Silence shrouds the valleys and folk can only assume there is nothing new afoot. Nothing in plain english can be written in case the wrong eyes read what is here. But much has been said which is of interest to the right places. The prospect of 'bingo' (attaining the elusive location) resumed. One of the two would often try her luck, would know she was never bound to win but entered in the spirit of it all anyway. It is not the case in these instances. It is a different fate that drives the bandwagon with certainty. Though the wrong eyes read, they fail to perceive what is written behind these words. Far seeking eyes know that life is very much still coursing through those veins. There is little risk. Now we have the Giver of Weapons. A figure in white bestowing the flaming sword upon the kneeling knight amid the estate bestowed with prize deer ... native and imported. A gathering of the past where the kneeling knight had walked through the grounds away from it all in discussion with an influential group. Something spoken then bestowed on the powerful inner circles the permission to undertake that which has now befallen. A pledge of support for some elusive campaign.
The card of Strength and the lady in white heals the wounded red lion. This can best be understood as the determination of the 'said' empress to ensure that the alert is agreed by the lions within Europe. The image is has background of yellow and green. The image of infinity, the figure of 8 above her head. The deadline and the determination to succeed for the cause.From this sense it can be gleaned as being such a success. And with more being planned, the 'said' empress has become a figurehead for a stubborn cause.
And then the Hermit. The lantern of illumination shining in the dark. Observed by the network tree within cyberspace. Learning and understanding. Sensing more and more the gist of what is going on. The Hermit goes it alone. Its identity comprehended but not truly understood. Left there in isolation to shine its light and lead to wherever the path may take the observers. Towards a snowbound destination it appears ... farsight hints there shall be snow on the ground where the observers reside. But then, will it still be resolved? The snow on the ground points also to the elusive location. Linked thus is the Hermit to the final image, that of the 2 of Spheres. The scales still imbalanced by an unknown hand within the bounds of cyberspace. It could have been solved ... but that which has been established within cyberspace is so vital. So important to that which is ahead. It grabs attention and reveals viewpoints ... providing a database of opinion for the road which has been planned ahead.
