Journal of the Western Mystery Tradition
No. 0, Vernal Equinox 2001

The Magician

Standing on the edge, robe flowing.
The wind rushes in as water splashes the cliff side.
The clouds are stirring as the waves splash violently.
The raging overture plays on.
Looking out at the horizon; a storm approaches.
Staff in hand like a conductor guiding his orchestra.
The symphony grows with intensity.
Thunder echoes throughout the seaside.
The sky is black.
The magician smiles while feeling the energy.
Taking in the moment she jabs her scepter into the sky.
Lightning strikes the cliff.
The waves rise, smashing against the castle walls.
The power surges within.
The sky awakens and opens it's eyes.
Staring into the Magician.