3 of Wands,
the Fenix
Saturn/Pluto
The
astral world is a space of energy. What you build in the astral, the forms you
spontaneously memorize, in a natural manner materialize events. The Universe is
made exactly like that. We are doing this all the time, unconsciously. To consciously
do this is better.
Sure, we memorize negative forms. These negative patterns
produce harmful events and obstacles. Here is the dark side of Saturn. Just like
any other god, when blind, Saturn is dangerous. We must use Saturn, build, but
not let Saturn jail us.
In the Ancient Egypt, the Fenix was a mysterious
bird. When a thousand years old, when tired, old, the Fenix seated down on his
nest, put fire, burnt himself and was born again from his own ashes. The deck
of Wand is the deck of Pluto, the deck of Alchemy. To distill. To crystallize.
This is the Initiatic Travel of the Ancient Egypt, the Shamanic Travel.

Inner
Travel
3 of Wands,
the Fenix - Saturn/Pluto
Imagine a Temple in the Ancient Egypt,
a Temple to the Sun.
In this solar
Temple
imagine this mysterious bird, the Fenix,
dress the Fenix body,
your wings shinning
in the golden light.
Flying, go to the altar,
seat down on the nest, on the nest of your grieves,
remembering your grieves,
your revolts, your rages.
Call the fire of your grieves.
Call the
fire of your revolts.
Cry the fire of your rages, the volcanic fire of your
furies.
You are becoming fire,
burning, becoming fire,
becoming the
beauty of the fire.
Dancing... dancing the dance of the flames,
the
glorious dance of the fire,
becoming smoke.
You
are smoke upraising to the Sky.
You are smoke spreading in the Heights of
the Sky.
You are becoming immense, in the immensity of the Sky,
without
a form, without a limit.
You are Light, immensity of Light.
Music, immensity
of Music.
And you look at the ashes on the altar in the Temple of the Sun,
what remained, the ashes, the memory.
The ashes, the memory that no more
can catch fire,
the ashes, the memory without an emotion,
without grief,
without pain,
the pure memory, the knowledge, the Power.
And you are reborn
from the ashes,
young of this ardent vitality,
this strength, this Power.
The Power. The Power you are.
All
of the Secrets are there, in our Inner World:
Hidden Doors.
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