Magician turns spirit to matter, making magic manifest. Magician plays with raw power, bending and shaping with intentional invocation.
The divine spark of creativity that gives way to art, prose, poetry, song, sculpture, fiber arts: sure, sure. Certainly Magician is at work there. Too easy though to look past the pure red-hot elemental magic of: a pot of soup, a tiny container garden perched atop a fire escape, hopscotch scrawled on the sidewalk, an ecstatic and almost impossibly long orgasm.
Magician uses the Yang to birth the Yin into being.
Magician speaks the words.
As Magician we need the tools to alchemize, convert, create. This construction of the gift, the expression of unseen comes with responsibility. Even beyond responsibility to an ethical construct, you are responsible to Great Spirit to get it OUT. Make it. Give it. Live it. See it and have it Be Seen.
In ritual, a magic wand is an extension of a power conduit that starts with your availability to Spirit. In shamanic work, our drum extends that power through sound and vibration. When using our physical bodies as that conduit we experience sensations that we often (humans as we are) synch up to stories. When A feels like B , it means C.
It’s your body, your drum, your magic wand. You know the tale. Pick the bones clean though!
Tell me about your tools.
Tell me about the way that Spirit calls you to Show Up.
Tell me you have only heard a fleeting whisper and that you are finally ready to find out.
What could be more fitting than a Jupiter Direct to make one toss caution to the wind and remember that magic is at every moment there for the taking?
Fool is the Zero card in the major arcana. The zero card! Already we know that we are playing with Coyote Medicine. Unwilling to even be pinned down into a numbered spot our wandering, freewheeling friend brings the wild wake-up of This Moment. (Of course followed by This Moment and another This Moment and another ever to follow.) We are in the realm of the Sacred Clown, the Heyoka of Lakota tradition. Our heads are thrown back, squinting at the glorious light.
Traditionally in readings the Fool marks the start of a new chapter, the place where we must make a leap of faith. Oh but the judgments! So many judgements. Are we a fool for thinking we can do this/be this/see this? Will this leap of faith fall short and send us into the abyss, down deep? Can we really travel with such freedom, with such a light step?
Jupiter Direct comes along to clap us on the back in encouragement. The Guru, the Storyteller, softening the edges, that Lucky Bastard… In the divine pause, the reset of the Fool card-- our Benefactor dangles lucky charms ahead on the path. And he is not going to snatch them away! If we are acclimated to struggle we can mistrust this pure generosity, we can mistrust the holy reprieve Fool is granting us.
I know Coyote intimately : tip of nose to tail, so long as he sticks around for a few minutes.
I know Jupiter’s wisdom well, expansive, charmed, winning all the chips at the table when you’ve only just learned the rules of the game.
Come on buddy, I want to believe.
During this exceptional line up of planets in retrograde I have moved house, my new home suspended over a river flowing from North to South. I have called Coyote’ s bluff and can feel Jupiter pulling up a chair beside me to peek at my cards with a wink.
This is my Zero Card, my sacred fresh start.
And yours is awaiting you….a thought, a habit, a relationship, a story.. A weight that is ready to jettison over the cliff to make damn sure that when you leap, you’ll land on your feet.
One, two, three: jump!