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The Hanged Man

The Hanged Man

Hmmmm. At first glance he stares coldly wrapped up in his own wings and hangs fast. Doesn’t look like he is going too far? Looks quite alone. He’s certainly not wrapped in soft fluffy hearts and blooming buds of flowers…….

I begin to tune in to him. His senses are up. Eyes open. Ears alert. He is fully engaged, yet not resting. As he speaks I begin to understand he is not talking of impending disaster to me. I wait for his message and hear him talk of internal stillness. Integration. He is wrapping up the information received and holding it close to his heart. Letting his heartbeat work through the knowledge that has been imparted. Understanding it. Living it. Bringing it to life through life itself.