Realm: Cosmic
Archetype: The Ruler
Zodiac: Capricorn
Crystal: Beryl
Amidst celestial clocks, their intricate gears and cogs meshing eternity’s rhythm, the Mistress of Time glances at us over her shoulder. Poised forward but looking back. In her presence, relentless moments seem to pause, as if awaiting her signal to resume measured flow. Her authority regulates existence’s advancing cycles. While most flounder caught in currents beyond control, she moves with steady and precise purpose, aligning each action to resonate with cosmic order. Patience etched in her face reveals lifetimes mastering mortal realms. Nothing distracts her vigilance over destiny’s unwinding – the adamant wheel, always turning.
Yet deepest wisdom recognises no clocks encompass all of boundless reality’s complexity. Their feeble ticks and tocks mark but a sliver of existence beyond dreams and matter. Events align as much with consciousness as cold mechanics. So do not surrender wholly to blind causality as if your path were fixed unalterable. The future remains always adaptable to focused will. You co-author your story with each choice and breath. But authorship requires showing up fully to write the pages.
The Mistress of Time is seductive. She can make you worship her with ease. Do not become her slave, yet be her companion. Wield the power that she bestows. She knows that time is malleable. It moves according to our whims. When filled with joy, watch it slip happily by. When consumed by sorrow, feel it decelerate to a slow crawl. Know that time is an illusion and the Mistress is illusory too.
Be reminded that life delivers each moment only once. Miss an opportunity through distraction or delay, and destiny pivots unforeseen. The present waits for no one. Therefore attend to each interaction with eyes wide, heart open. In presence, power lies. Neither squander vital moments nor race frantically as if time were scarce. Find flow’s nirvana between extremes. Let intuition, not rote routine, sculpt your hours. Ancient wisdom unfolds its petals only for those who slow to savour its scent.
The sands fall eternal. We assign their measures meaning, though infinity lies beyond compartments. In each timeless instant, dwell. When the last grain falls, the hourglass is righted to begin once again.