Behind the Lovers, you may see entwined red & White Serpents rising from a nearby lake. The air is filled with fiery energy sparking between them and yet they remain Balanced and vital. the air is filled with power and you breath in the glowing energy and feel it renewing your spirit.
The Ancestor beckons you deeper into the forest & you may hear music and laughter a little further on. Passing a gateway of entwined leaves & short branches, you enter a large meadow. As you clear the trees you see a great table laden with all manner of forest fruit. Sitting together at the centre of the feast are the Greenman & Greenwoman, laughing and singing. All manor of forest denizens dance & eat their fill; the air is filled with joy. Woodpeckers flit from tree to tree and a proud Hawk soars overhead. A Deer eats rich grass and a young Lynx wrestles playfully in the sunshine. the royal couple's laughter rings through the glade & you feel yourself smiling and tapping your foot to a drumbeat that sounds like the heartbeat of the World itself. You are offered food, drink and friendship, and the welcome is genuine and overwhelming. You may stay a while & feel relaxed and at home, but soon you will know it is time to travel on. As you bid your farewell to the court of the forest the tune rings in your ears and the laughter echoes in your soul's memory.
Then, a blinding flash of summer lightning scorches the sky and you see the flaming form of the Blasted Oak and the fiery body of the Hanged Man. His hair is blazing with flame, his skin jets fire but his expression is calm and stoical. Then you hear a low, quiet roar of a powerful, mature creature in the distance, and you notice a figure clad in Lion skin holding a spear. This is Strength, the roar does not come from the figure but from the depths of the Earth. It seams to pervade the very air and reverberate within your chest. The presence of Strength is monumental and you feel the hidden power behind that steady gaze.
As you wonder on, the sky turns to the colour of an angry sea in which dark purple clouds heave restlessly. You soon behold the forest lake and rising from the lake is the serpentine figure of Reflection. |