WEFOUNDThe Knight of Disks (Villainess Book 4)


The Knight is small and sits mounted on his steed. He carries a flail in one hand (relaxed, lowered) and a huge shield in the other. The horse leans downward as if to eat the vegetation below.

The Knight of Disks is also kind. He cares much about crops and the health of his kingdom. The Knight would rather farm than be a part of warfare. He is skilled in his work and is able to be reverent with its execution. Level headed and honest.

Knights carry the skills of both the Queen (reserved) and the Prince (brash), but they’re able to approach things with these qualities in check. Their mastery in their industry (suit) makes them the best at what they do, they seem to have all the tricks of the trade and know how to use them at the right time.

But for now I will push on up the wooden stairs, and along the dawn lit landing until I come to the large wooden door that I have come to know, and step through the burnished autumn coloured silk that proclaims the Knight of Disks.

I walk into a shimmering landscape of Savannah and searing heat, where there is an immense fire raging on the flattened planes of dried and brittle grass. Tall trees illuminate the skyline, glowing whitely as one by one they become ignited by the merciless fire. Countless frightened animals run, fleeing before the cruel intensity of the flames, and as I too feel the relentless heat of the bush fire, I wonder what I am to do here; it is not as I had expected.

I cast my eyes helplessly around to see what else is here for me, in the face of this searing destruction, and my gaze finally settles on the incongruous figure of a tall blue robed woman who has appeared before me, a woman who is eminently familiar to me. She is The High Priestess, from the Tarot Illuminati, and she is holding in her hand a cup, which she offers me. She calmly tells me to drink from it, and I in my dream like state, do as she bids, and as I let the sweet light liquid trickle down my parched throat, I become gradually aware that I am becoming slowly transformed into the Knight of Disks.

The Knight is small and sits mounted on his steed. He carries a flail in one hand (relaxed, lowered) and a huge shield in the other. The horse leans downward as if to eat the vegetation below.

The Knight of Disks is also kind. He cares much about crops and the health of his kingdom. The Knight would rather farm than be a part of warfare. He is skilled in his work and is able to be reverent with its execution. Level headed and honest.

Knights carry the skills of both the Queen (reserved) and the Prince (brash), but they’re able to approach things with these qualities in check. Their mastery in their industry (suit) makes them the best at what they do, they seem to have all the tricks of the trade and know how to use them at the right time.

But for now I will push on up the wooden stairs, and along the dawn lit landing until I come to the large wooden door that I have come to know, and step through the burnished autumn coloured silk that proclaims the Knight of Disks.

I walk into a shimmering landscape of Savannah and searing heat, where there is an immense fire raging on the flattened planes of dried and brittle grass. Tall trees illuminate the skyline, glowing whitely as one by one they become ignited by the merciless fire. Countless frightened animals run, fleeing before the cruel intensity of the flames, and as I too feel the relentless heat of the bush fire, I wonder what I am to do here; it is not as I had expected.

I cast my eyes helplessly around to see what else is here for me, in the face of this searing destruction, and my gaze finally settles on the incongruous figure of a tall blue robed woman who has appeared before me, a woman who is eminently familiar to me. She is The High Priestess, from the Tarot Illuminati, and she is holding in her hand a cup, which she offers me. She calmly tells me to drink from it, and I in my dream like state, do as she bids, and as I let the sweet light liquid trickle down my parched throat, I become gradually aware that I am becoming slowly transformed into the Knight of Disks.

The Knight of Pentacles tends to become less serious as he gets older. He may have relationship problems with his father but this is probably because they are both cut from the same cloth. He has a tendency to turn into his father as he gets older. He can appear much older than his age due to his serious and conservative nature, but emotionally he might be immature.

His Health could impact on his ability to work which will be the source of much frustration to this Knight as he is not accustomed to forced rest or the inability to earn. He may have to exist on disability allowance. This Reversed Knight can suggest either not investing in health insurance or not being able to afford it.

The Reversed Knight of Pentacles represents the unscrupulous or dishonest business man. His accounts may be a work of fiction.  He can be the rogue trader or dishonest banker.

The Knight is small and sits mounted on his steed. He carries a flail in one hand (relaxed, lowered) and a huge shield in the other. The horse leans downward as if to eat the vegetation below.

The Knight of Disks is also kind. He cares much about crops and the health of his kingdom. The Knight would rather farm than be a part of warfare. He is skilled in his work and is able to be reverent with its execution. Level headed and honest.

Knights carry the skills of both the Queen (reserved) and the Prince (brash), but they’re able to approach things with these qualities in check. Their mastery in their industry (suit) makes them the best at what they do, they seem to have all the tricks of the trade and know how to use them at the right time.

The Knight is small and sits mounted on his steed. He carries a flail in one hand (relaxed, lowered) and a huge shield in the other. The horse leans downward as if to eat the vegetation below.

The Knight of Disks is also kind. He cares much about crops and the health of his kingdom. The Knight would rather farm than be a part of warfare. He is skilled in his work and is able to be reverent with its execution. Level headed and honest.

Knights carry the skills of both the Queen (reserved) and the Prince (brash), but they’re able to approach things with these qualities in check. Their mastery in their industry (suit) makes them the best at what they do, they seem to have all the tricks of the trade and know how to use them at the right time.

But for now I will push on up the wooden stairs, and along the dawn lit landing until I come to the large wooden door that I have come to know, and step through the burnished autumn coloured silk that proclaims the Knight of Disks.

I walk into a shimmering landscape of Savannah and searing heat, where there is an immense fire raging on the flattened planes of dried and brittle grass. Tall trees illuminate the skyline, glowing whitely as one by one they become ignited by the merciless fire. Countless frightened animals run, fleeing before the cruel intensity of the flames, and as I too feel the relentless heat of the bush fire, I wonder what I am to do here; it is not as I had expected.

I cast my eyes helplessly around to see what else is here for me, in the face of this searing destruction, and my gaze finally settles on the incongruous figure of a tall blue robed woman who has appeared before me, a woman who is eminently familiar to me. She is The High Priestess, from the Tarot Illuminati, and she is holding in her hand a cup, which she offers me. She calmly tells me to drink from it, and I in my dream like state, do as she bids, and as I let the sweet light liquid trickle down my parched throat, I become gradually aware that I am becoming slowly transformed into the Knight of Disks.

The Knight of Pentacles tends to become less serious as he gets older. He may have relationship problems with his father but this is probably because they are both cut from the same cloth. He has a tendency to turn into his father as he gets older. He can appear much older than his age due to his serious and conservative nature, but emotionally he might be immature.

His Health could impact on his ability to work which will be the source of much frustration to this Knight as he is not accustomed to forced rest or the inability to earn. He may have to exist on disability allowance. This Reversed Knight can suggest either not investing in health insurance or not being able to afford it.

The Reversed Knight of Pentacles represents the unscrupulous or dishonest business man. His accounts may be a work of fiction.  He can be the rogue trader or dishonest banker.

Nice spread!  As soon as I looked at this I knew immediately what it referred to.  The Knight of Disks reversed is my ache and desire to sink my hands into paint.  I’m doing some fantastic stuff now, don’t get me wrong, but its mostly mental and taking up all my time.  Have to beat down that impatience BECAUSE I am doing the Magician walk, creating something bigger and better which requires some self control.

The feeling is sharper today because Tola and I went to a gallery opening for one of his old art professors yesterday and being around art makes me want to do it more.  The show was gorgeous by the way, so lush.  Professor Saltzman’s paintings had the most beautiful finish on them, a damar varnish but it seemed nicer than I had ever seen and I wonder if it’s because he makes his own rather than buying it in a jar.  Or maybe it is just especially suited to the thick, rich textures of his paintings?

Anyway, I usually think of the Magician as potential, something he gives you, your higher self, your potential self, your future, the universe, etc.  I just realized writing this a few moments ago that I no longer feel like it is potential I feel like at some point I crossed over and I am now acting as the Magician in my own life.  Perhaps it is that free will place.  And now, I am intentionally and consciously creating where I am going.  I mean, I am not there yet, and chaos will always be part of the trip, but I feel like I am master of my own destiny, I know where I want to go and how to get there.  It’s no longer a mysterious cloaked figure to me, I see my own face there.


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