Mi-Shell
The Magician:
To me, this card is the most evocative one in the deck.
For a long time I pondered if I should dare and write a little as to why.
Let me try:
Most of you know, that I was raised and have always lived within a shamanistic worldview and that not only my artwork reflects that but that I work as a shaman in my community.... (read more about that in the Teaching tent...)
Now this card:
I KNOW, what it is like, feeeeels like to be that being depicted here.
I was exactly that in more than one occasion and will be so again- iffff I am not so right now- to a certain extend......
(sitting - right now at the keyboard, bringing these words to “paper” is the part that alienates - feels “different” from the archetype on the card.....
Can’t explain it better....)
The little long haired girl in the bottom of the card = me: little, ordinary, where I came from... AND the 4 elements that shaped me into what I am now:
Earth = my connection to Mother Earth and all my relations = animals, plants, rocks and the sacred interconectedness of it all
Fire: the torture and pain that forged me, burst my mind/ soul open to perceive visions
Water: The water of tears, of love and healing I received from my teachers, when I started to study the shamanic path as well as the waters of emotion flowing freely from me towards my clients as Born of Water opens the gates, lets the sacred flow cleanse and heal - -once me, now them.........
Air: Sacred breath, sacred void through which to fall, to rise, to tumble to fly as my Miahanit arrives to guide me towards yet another vision.
: The right side of the person on the card. = The “Woman in the Mirror”
The tonal = mundane everyday ordinary me, that sits here, writing this...
The one the others see, when they look at me on everyday occasions, and also during ceremonies, during sacred ritual --> what they see: A calm and collected woman in an exotic outfit holding a shell with smudge ( bedded in sacred Garnet sands ) - or a drum or whatever the ritual requires, invoking the directions, praying, chanting doing healing work or......?
The other half; the left side = the Nagual the ecstatic trance that swept me away while doing the above........
What I feeeeel like while doing the ritual, the praying the chanting, trying to hold on to my tonal parameters, to “stay here“, lock knees in, so not to stumble and fall or while the floor beneath me opens up or the breeze sweeps me up into the trees. To continue the ritual in spite of being in full theta trance.....
... I seeeee who is sick, where the cancer cells are stuck to the backbone of that lady in yellow... that N.’s leg hurts from an old injury, feel the pain of loss of a loved one in a person behind me. .....
But the prayer goes on and the reporter takes a nice picture of it all......
The observer seeing the woman in the mirror.....
In the card the little person above the shaman’s split open head is the voice of experience: The one that knows where the parameters are, that anchor me in the middle of both.... .....trance and ritual --what comes acros as a performance to the observer,
The voice of experience knows all of this and that I will be just fine --- as long as nobody comes over and touches me.....
Then the shaking would start and scare the living daylight out of EVERYONE!
It also is the one that is aware, that whatever happens, P., my DH, is there and will prevent anyone from touching me until it is save, until the trance subsides........
To me, this card is the most evocative one in the deck.
For a long time I pondered if I should dare and write a little as to why.
Let me try:
Most of you know, that I was raised and have always lived within a shamanistic worldview and that not only my artwork reflects that but that I work as a shaman in my community.... (read more about that in the Teaching tent...)
Now this card:
I KNOW, what it is like, feeeeels like to be that being depicted here.
I was exactly that in more than one occasion and will be so again- iffff I am not so right now- to a certain extend......
(sitting - right now at the keyboard, bringing these words to “paper” is the part that alienates - feels “different” from the archetype on the card.....
Can’t explain it better....)
The little long haired girl in the bottom of the card = me: little, ordinary, where I came from... AND the 4 elements that shaped me into what I am now:
Earth = my connection to Mother Earth and all my relations = animals, plants, rocks and the sacred interconectedness of it all
Fire: the torture and pain that forged me, burst my mind/ soul open to perceive visions
Water: The water of tears, of love and healing I received from my teachers, when I started to study the shamanic path as well as the waters of emotion flowing freely from me towards my clients as Born of Water opens the gates, lets the sacred flow cleanse and heal - -once me, now them.........
Air: Sacred breath, sacred void through which to fall, to rise, to tumble to fly as my Miahanit arrives to guide me towards yet another vision.
: The right side of the person on the card. = The “Woman in the Mirror”
The tonal = mundane everyday ordinary me, that sits here, writing this...
The one the others see, when they look at me on everyday occasions, and also during ceremonies, during sacred ritual --> what they see: A calm and collected woman in an exotic outfit holding a shell with smudge ( bedded in sacred Garnet sands ) - or a drum or whatever the ritual requires, invoking the directions, praying, chanting doing healing work or......?
The other half; the left side = the Nagual the ecstatic trance that swept me away while doing the above........
What I feeeeel like while doing the ritual, the praying the chanting, trying to hold on to my tonal parameters, to “stay here“, lock knees in, so not to stumble and fall or while the floor beneath me opens up or the breeze sweeps me up into the trees. To continue the ritual in spite of being in full theta trance.....
... I seeeee who is sick, where the cancer cells are stuck to the backbone of that lady in yellow... that N.’s leg hurts from an old injury, feel the pain of loss of a loved one in a person behind me. .....
But the prayer goes on and the reporter takes a nice picture of it all......
The observer seeing the woman in the mirror.....
In the card the little person above the shaman’s split open head is the voice of experience: The one that knows where the parameters are, that anchor me in the middle of both.... .....trance and ritual --what comes acros as a performance to the observer,
The voice of experience knows all of this and that I will be just fine --- as long as nobody comes over and touches me.....
Then the shaking would start and scare the living daylight out of EVERYONE!
It also is the one that is aware, that whatever happens, P., my DH, is there and will prevent anyone from touching me until it is save, until the trance subsides........