Die geheimen Tagebücher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Sunday, 25 December 2016

Caution, Prudence and Logic

1 - The Ace of Swords is the seed of the intellectual power, the origin and beginning of the airy world of Yetzirah, which implies thinking, analysing, realizing through logic and mind. 
So the card can stand for a first idea or realization, a new view of things, or simply tell us that we should let our mind work rather than following our emotions only.

2 - The Prince of Wands represents the Air within the Fire, intellect and storm within the spiritual flaming. As the son of the Queen, he bears a certain heritage of the waters inside of him, expressing in romantic beliefs and a most generous nature. The shadowy side, all his attributes can exaggerate to their worst, resulting in reckless destruction and even in cruelty and sadism. His impatience can mount into instability, always seeking for novelty without getting anything done, with all his powers burning out unused.

3 - For the Eight of Disks, the entering of Hod means a new beginning. The Disks have learned the lesson that Saturn has taught in the disastrous Seven, that everything needs time and consideration. Now here within Hod, the area of logic, the Eight of Disks develop prudence and patience. So the Eight of Disks have learned to be careful, take their time to overthink their steps, considerate all facts and patiently wait for their chances. They absolve an apprenticeship in their own field, trying to do it better and avoid the mistakes from earlier stages. 

Be logical, rational and prudent - the prince of wands is still there and it still can hurt, his recklessness and impatience is still what attracts me like the moth to the flame but it's also what slowly corrodes my confidence, dims my flames.
The light inside turns into a feeble dim glow hiding in the vena cava of my heart.

But I cannot deny my feelings. Hope goes last, they say.

It might be well scared, scarred and anxious, yes, but Love hasn't left.

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