The Magus hovers before you, three pairs feathery wings rustling with the promise of your past, present and future. With one hand they reach to the stars, and with the other they point to the earth; through this gesture they connect the spiritual and physical realms, harnessing great power to turn manifestations into reality.
The Magus is surrounded by the four suits of the Tarot, the ancient possessions of Nemesis, goddess of Fate. The Magus needs no number, for their power is infinite.
The Magus is the passing breeze that makes your dreams into life, your nervous system manifesting impulses into actions. Where The Magus is present, self-love is found in their perfect balance of masculinity and femininity. Where self-love thrives, success in all things follows.
The Magus may be another person, someone eloquent, witty and wise, a sun around which the energies of others orbit to create new worlds.
You are a fish swimming upstream to mate, apparently blocked at every turn by dams created by others. You are an abandoner of plans. Consider your motivations.
Worse, perhaps you are Macchiavelli, a puppeteer using your power to twang the strings of those around you, creating personal gain without considering the consequences. But your misuse of the power you conduct will not bring the ecstasy of fulfilment.
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