Little Baron
19 The Sage
This card strikes something inside of me. When I look at other faeries, they stand in front of me; The Sage works inside of me. Even though I know little about him, as yet, I look at him as my guide within the deck. Why? Because, like the High Priestess of my Morgan Greer deck, he understands me and feels like my third eye.
The fact that he has vision in just one eye leads me to believe that his lack of sight requires him to rely on other senses that have grown stronger – what he feels, what he hears, what his soul tells him; call it insight.
The Sage, for me is like a garden set aside for only me to visit. The garden is full of weird and exotic foliage; where parts die and from them, parts begin to grow, like the thistles and leaves in his hair and beard.
I feel like he is a mirror for me and knows me well. Our meeting has been ‘in the cards’ for some time and as I shuffle through my deck or look through at the faeries (some I have met and some I have not) he is like a face across a smoky room in a party, the one I understand - the voice I can hear with no words, in a crowd.
When I visit The Sage’s garden, he is there waiting. He knew that I was going to visit, probably a long time before I did, and when I tell him of any problems, insecurities or fears, he listens. The advise he gives is already deep inside of me and he unlocks what I already know and makes it ring gently in my ears. For example, as I sit with him now in the quietness and tranquillity of his garden, he is telling me that I shouldn’t be smoking. I know that. I always knew that. The Sage, like my conscience, is the only faerie that knows where to find these thoughts and feelings, and bring them to the surface. When I say things I shouldn’t, behave in a way that is not true to myself, he looks inside of me and asks me why. When I walk home alone from a night that didn’t work out the way I had wanted it to, he walks beside me, comforts me and tells me ways in which I can work to avoid the same thing happening again; tells me things I already know but don’t want to confront without his help. His manner is gentle and kind. He is like The Hermit; as ‘well’ as he knows me, he retreats a little far back so that he can see the picture clearly.
He is my concience, my mirror, my confessional and the true self that nobody else sees. He is a father figure, a ‘true’ friend, a long term lover, a brother.
In our world, he translates, possibly, as any of these people. I think he symbolises truth, support, faith and a strength to carry on.
What he lacks in sight, he gains in inner vision.
There is nothing unappealing about this faerie. His wiseness and perception pours from within him and allows new life to grow from any patches of my own spiritual and progressive garden, that had once died. His essence is to gently cultivate and nurture. His gift to us is his wisdom.
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I hope that this makes sense to you all. I look forward to hearing everybody elses moments alone with this faerie.
Yaboot
This card strikes something inside of me. When I look at other faeries, they stand in front of me; The Sage works inside of me. Even though I know little about him, as yet, I look at him as my guide within the deck. Why? Because, like the High Priestess of my Morgan Greer deck, he understands me and feels like my third eye.
The fact that he has vision in just one eye leads me to believe that his lack of sight requires him to rely on other senses that have grown stronger – what he feels, what he hears, what his soul tells him; call it insight.
The Sage, for me is like a garden set aside for only me to visit. The garden is full of weird and exotic foliage; where parts die and from them, parts begin to grow, like the thistles and leaves in his hair and beard.
I feel like he is a mirror for me and knows me well. Our meeting has been ‘in the cards’ for some time and as I shuffle through my deck or look through at the faeries (some I have met and some I have not) he is like a face across a smoky room in a party, the one I understand - the voice I can hear with no words, in a crowd.
When I visit The Sage’s garden, he is there waiting. He knew that I was going to visit, probably a long time before I did, and when I tell him of any problems, insecurities or fears, he listens. The advise he gives is already deep inside of me and he unlocks what I already know and makes it ring gently in my ears. For example, as I sit with him now in the quietness and tranquillity of his garden, he is telling me that I shouldn’t be smoking. I know that. I always knew that. The Sage, like my conscience, is the only faerie that knows where to find these thoughts and feelings, and bring them to the surface. When I say things I shouldn’t, behave in a way that is not true to myself, he looks inside of me and asks me why. When I walk home alone from a night that didn’t work out the way I had wanted it to, he walks beside me, comforts me and tells me ways in which I can work to avoid the same thing happening again; tells me things I already know but don’t want to confront without his help. His manner is gentle and kind. He is like The Hermit; as ‘well’ as he knows me, he retreats a little far back so that he can see the picture clearly.
He is my concience, my mirror, my confessional and the true self that nobody else sees. He is a father figure, a ‘true’ friend, a long term lover, a brother.
In our world, he translates, possibly, as any of these people. I think he symbolises truth, support, faith and a strength to carry on.
What he lacks in sight, he gains in inner vision.
There is nothing unappealing about this faerie. His wiseness and perception pours from within him and allows new life to grow from any patches of my own spiritual and progressive garden, that had once died. His essence is to gently cultivate and nurture. His gift to us is his wisdom.
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I hope that this makes sense to you all. I look forward to hearing everybody elses moments alone with this faerie.
Yaboot