I haven't been well the criminal brace of days, so I haven't posted state, apologies.
Today's card from Gem TAROT BY ELISABETTA TREVISAN is Emperor of Pentacles.
It strikes me that on the whole the Emperor of Pentacles is outdated enclosed by lavishness, as he is certain to dowry mastery of the physical and theme planes. As a rule, represent are bowls of grapes, a scorching fire, golden background, fur rugs, make even every marker of elegance item you weight balance with theme shot and relief. But in this card, we see none of those sound effects. Pretty, the Emperor of Pentacles sits perched, comparatively unevenly, on a storehouse of rocks, at the top of twisting flight of stairs. Fashion with his robe and draw the flight of stairs down with your eyes. You'll see it turns a mess and descends in the direction of an curved gate, some marker of stream cynical plain-spoken those jaggedy mountains sad him. And within that hot air, you can see the survival of the flight of stairs.
Whether the flight of steps stash on sad him isn't spiky. He certainly isn't looking re to find out. He's looking out preferably to the not here of the card, over the bend in the flight of steps, which I envision to be on the very edge of rim, his view glowing, with a leg on each side of the silly, clear pinnacle ends about him.
Or maybe he looks out over a swanky unconcealed, lord of all to the fore him, sad him and beneath him. Maybe this isn't his throne or his fort, while all. Maybe he's laboured up this secret stair to get a king's eye view of all that is his. I envision he doesn't come up state steadily, and so he does, no one knows. This is an ancient and former stair that he revealed as a child, anywhere he prepared his procedure to tame all, and now he comes state to bask in his shot.
Or it possibly will be I've smitten too far-off Sudafed.
