When I take a breath into myself - a deep, full, belly-inflating, body-infused-with-oxygen-and-energy kind of breath, I make room for the wizard: the image I have of the transformative, powerful, fearless, wise aspect of myself that I really want to incorporate. I inhale my Higher Self into myself and let it take hold of my present belief system. I am That because I believe That to be me. Oh! And another breath, and another, building on the confidence, the upright poise of who I am claiming as my inward/outward icon.
There is magic here. And with it I can summon golden light - swirling spheres of glowing beauty that I hold in my hands and cast towards the hearts of others. But, these are not missiles, not objects of attack. Instead, this symbol is the play of Love, the giving of an impulse of illumination, eye opening recognition, thrill, the blossoming of a creative bloom in its eternal moment of living Spring.
This interior sage, this weaver of brilliant patterns, is an empowering spirit with an attitude of levity and sobriety meshed in perfect balance. I am Gandalf. I am Merlin. I am the Hermit of the Tarot, standing with his lantern on the mountaintop. I find my way by the beacon and show it to others. This is strength and excitement and calm. I am a pillar of fire in the wilderness. Found.
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