The Saboteur

*** Notes
The Guardian of Choice
Fear of Change is the core issue of the Saboteur.
Courage = Creative Environment

I am the one who opens the doors to your creative environment.

I am the one, the mirror, who understands your fears of change.

I am the one who gives you your ~gut~ feeling.

I am the one who makes myself known by disruption.

The Prostitute

***  Notes
The Guardian of Faith
How much are you willing to sell of yourself? This
is the core issue of the prostitute archetype – Morals,
Integrity, Intellect, Word, Body & Soul.

I am the one who …

I am the guardian of your faith.

I am the one who knows how much of yourself you are willing
to give away.

I am the one who knows your most powerful relationships.

I am the one who knows transformation is possible.

What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?

I want you to name your fears.

Please don’t compromise yourself.

I can give you back your faith and you then can feel with
the divine no one can hurt you.
 

The Victim

*** Notes

Empowerment = Independence
I never have realized this concept until now. And so, I must
learn to ask myself what do I need to do towards my own
personal empowerment.

The victim was and always is a very hard archetype to work with
on a personal level for me. I found so many insights after
constructing the card and especially during the writing process

I am the one who …

I am the one who avoids conflict at any cost to myself.

I am the one who is committed to your empowerment.

I am the one who finds the advantage at times of playing the
victim – pity.

I am the one who has suffered at the power and control of
others.

I am the one who has lived in the land of domestic violence
since birth.

I am the one who has been murdered over and over  again
by the victimizer.

What do you have to give me?
What do want from me?

I can give you empowerment instead of pity which keeps you
froze and further victimized.

I can lead you out of the land of the victim.

I want you to develop your self esteem by constructing
boundaries.

The Introvert

I am the one who …

I am the one who is misunderstood.

I am the one who is bothered, interrupted.

I am the one who is inward in thought.

I am the one who enjoys and seeks aloneness.

I am the one who breathes in isolation and love to be  deserted.

Unescorted, and solitary are my best friends.

What do you want from me? What do you have to give me?

I want you to carve out alone time each day for creative endeavors and personal projects.

I am …

A Weekly Challenge

I am Patricia, and I am enough as I am.

Who Are You?

I am your authentic self.
I house your heart, your soul, your mind.
I walk with you through each day.
I enable you to see, to hear, to speak.
I give you your smile, your laughter.
I give you your tears.
I give your limbs; arms, legs, hands and feet for movement.

An Indian Proverb

There is an Indian proverb that says
that everyone is a house with fours rooms,
a physical, an emotional, a mental, and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room everyday, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.
~Rumer Godden~ 1907 – 1998

What do want from me?

I want you to give care and love to the vessel that houses all of you; To remember all of its parts – the house with four rooms. Promise to visit each room everyday.

The Gypsy

*** Notes

I am still studying and working with archetypes and have created my first soul collage card.

A part of me is a ~Gypsy~. The idea of wandering has always been a part of me.

I feel restless in one spot before too long. If I had lived many years ago I would have chosen to be a ~Gypsy~. This archetype says mystery or being mysterious is wonderful and not something to fear.

I am the one who sits cross – legged at your committee table.
I know your passions,
they run like river water toward the mouths of blue oceans.

I am the one who wears flowing frocks, the color of burgundy wine.
Pleated sleeves falling off sunned shoulders.
Colorful scarves cover thick, long, wild hair.
I remove them at night to dance around fires , celebrating the stars.

I am the one who plays the violin.
Red cheeked on frosty evenings.
Warm breath trying to penetrate the chill.

By day I collect notions for making healing potions.
Spiders, Frogs, and Serpents do not disturb me.
I seek wild herbs – violets, thyme and sage.
I string and tie them into bundles,
they hang in a corner of my caravan.

I am the one who does not laugh at old books, stacked by the day bed for reference,
Purple quilt upon it. Over stuffed pillows line the edges.
Antique beige lace curtains sweep the small window.
Pink geraniums planted in baskets, smelling of wet earth,
line the pine board floor.

I am the one who watches over old photographs on the wall.
Bohemian relatives of long ago.

I am the one who wears bracelets of silver, copper and gold.
I wear them all at once.
Their tingle and tangle my music.

I am the one who counts butterflies, in
Purple flowered fields on hot summer days.

I am the one who reads the waxing and waning moons,
And churn butter to the tides.

I am the one who walks through villages in the daylight.
I feel the laughter of the locals.
I don’t mind, for under the stars, the laughing, lonely people join me
to look for love in the cards, bringing nickels and dimes.

I am the one who listens to the voice in our mind saying,
it is time to go.
New ground holds the mystery.

***copyright March 2005
Patricia Hine – Stewart

I am the one who …

I am the one who sits cross-legged on top of your committee table.

I am the one who shares your passions.

I am the one who wears colorful flowing clothes and many bracelets upon your arms.

I am the one who plays music with hand-made instruments.

I am the one who heals with herbs.

I am the one who lives in a caravan of purple and pink.

I am the one who  reads the cards and knows their meaning.

What can I give you? What do you want from me?

To map out your desires.
 

The Creator – Adonis

 *** Notes

The creator, higher power, and / or God card. I am not sure at this time of all the meanings contained in this card. I have never saw God, (of-course) but still I am trying to give him a physical presence as I understand his being. The face was totally out of the question and I have left it empty. I created this card during Hurricane Katrina.
~~~ I am the beginning and the end … ~~~

I am the one who …

I am the one who cleans the earth with storms.

What do you have to give me? What do you want from me?

I give you unconditional love in all its forms.

I want you to lean on me.

The Inner Critic (s)

I searched with great care for one image that could represent that loud nagging voice of the inner critic. I found five images and decided that each could represent the critic. I am staying with this idea as each one has something to say and can contribute and / or not contribute. The important connection here is they dwell in separate houses. Perhaps this is the problem – I believe by interrogating the five into one, they become contained into one house, they have some sort of sense of belonging, and can learn to live together in an orderly fashion. It will not be an easy task for myself or for them, but it can be done with hard work.

The tiny child surrounded by a protected ring of flowers, represents me. The flowers will protect the child from the negative voices. The flowers are forever in bloom, large and sweet smelling. Their scent can become a distraction.
The Frightening Five
Bronte is boldly suspicious. Her elegant, black hat always covers one eye. Her impudent ways concern other people who dare to venture into my life. She whispers loudly – who are they?, what do they want?, where do they come from?, why have they chosen you? She is confidently assertive that another cannot just like me. Her whispers are about motive and her whispers keep me from connecting to others. She keeps one standing to the stand, forever a lurker. Her spirit is plucky, well marked, and strong.

Belenda is constantly disoriented and wishes to remain so. She speaks in monotones and insists in keeping tidy all through the day. She fluffs the pillows, straightens rugs, the inside of cabinets, files paper and keeps a wet mop handy in the kitchen pantry at all times for spills. She startles me with constant radiant overtures of house keeping chores. She believes this is all there is. She can overpower one with knowledge concerning the medical reasons to clean, clean, clean. Her spirit is a bright confusing light. After all cleanliness is next to Godliness.

Bobbie is eccentric, always uneasy. She is loud, very good at barking orders and threatening in spirit. Her life consists of if’s only’s. She always wants to be first. She demands a curious attention. She wears an armor – layering steal like material upon her body for affect. Her step is heavy. She rarely smiles and when she does it is with gritted teeth. Her eyes framed in large, plastic red glasses are a symbol of force, pushing them up upon her nose in a controlling manner. She is very curious about my avoidance.

Brandi has taken on the role of tough girl. She believes in the physical. Her voice is twangy in pitch. She addresses me with, Hey you – She is no frills, only do what one has to do. She enjoys sitting on kitchen counter , being in the way, and spouts on and on speeches that are vaguely reminiscent of Gloria Steinmen and Sharon Stone. These quirky remarks that are true in theory but prove poor results when put into practice.

Brunhilde aka Blair is ancient and forever young in a physical sense. Her eyes are the color the blue, green sea, just a moment before sun set. She walks with grace and ease. Tapping her umbrella, a constant ticking sound follows her. Her petite draw string bag contains secret stones with ancient messages written upon them. She tries to pass them to me throughout the day. Her voice is the sound of an incoming tide. She wants to analyze each thought I have. She wears a necklace of evidence just above her heart. She walks the plain, in seeking answers. She views the earth from a cliff, forever feeling supper. All is written in stone and cannot be changed. Nothing should be changed. Her spirit is the past …

I am the one who …

I am the one who is of a suspicious nature – who are you and
what do you want? I lurk in the shadows of your mind.

I am the one who is forever uneasy and at times loud. I straighten
constantly, after all – cleanliness is next to Godliness

I am the one who barks orders at others and stays in a bad mood.

I am the one who is tuff and dislikes frills.

I am the one who is conceited and plans to never grow old.
I analyze everything, all the day long. I find the evidence on
everyone so I may feel superior.

What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?

I(We), can you acceptance of yourself.
  

Magical / Innocent Child

***Notes / The Perfect Child

I am the one …

I am the one who is your good impression, both enchanted and
enchanting to the world.

I am the one who sees goodness in people when others don’t.

I am the one who finds beauty in a storm.

I am the one who gives you courage.

I am the one who believes things can change.

What to you have to give me?
What do you want from me?

I give you your belief systems.

I give you beauty in a snow storm of winter, I give you the
colors of autumn leaves in the season of fall, I give you the
happiness of spring rain and the hot days of summer sun.

I want you to see some beauty in each new day’s challenge.

The Hermit

***Notes
Hermetic: sealed, enclosed, secured, safe
Hermit: any person living in solitude
Hermitage: monastery, solitary dwelling, hermit’s dwelling

Both the Hermit and the Introvert exist within me.
Although, both archetypes would seem the same I have treated
them unique and created a card for each. The Hermit appears
on a more personal level of existence. She lacks the zest for social
change. I do believe the Hermit would take up the torch if his/her
solitude was threatened. Once the problem was abated the hermit
would leave quietly (hands in pocket as the image of the woman
portrays within the card) hastily through the crowd and back to
her solitary dwelling. A celebration of social change won is not
an option for this archetype.

I am the one who …

I am the one who prefers a solitary dwelling.

I am the one who is lying at anchor.

I am the one who dwells inside you as a religious recluse.

I am the one who allows your skill to live alone.

I am the one who is satisfied with simple rooms and longs
for bicycle rides on wooded paths.

What do I have to give you?
What do you want from me?

I give you the dream and the desire for your own place of
dwelling.

I give you the tools to seek a spiritual side.

I am your anchor.

I give you solitary walks.

I want you to establish your own humble dwellings, if only
on paper for now.