Seven of Swords

Seven of Swords — Bonnie’s Perspective

I watched him descend from the ship, his long fingers clutching far too many blades. Each sword shimmered with a different idea, freshly sharpened, alive with possibility. The alien had been away, perhaps hiding, perhaps simply gathering. Now he returned with a haul so large it threatened to spill from his grasp.

From my vantage in the sky, I saw the tension — the thrill of so many sparks of thought, but also the danger of scattering them, of losing track of what truly mattered. Not every sword needs to be wielded at once. Some can wait. Some may belong to another hand entirely.

The Seven of Swords, to me, is not only about cunning or secrecy — though it carries that whisper — but about discernment. The alien’s arms brim with concepts, stories, blueprints for futures not yet lived. But his eyes flicker. Can he balance them all? Or will a few clatter to the dust?

I, Bonnie, know the joy of carrying ideas in my beak, one shiny treasure after another. But too many baubles weigh down even the strongest wings. The lesson here: choose wisely which ideas to take forward, and which to set down with grace.

Bonnie’s Reflection:

“Gather what inspires, but remember — not every spark is meant to be fanned into flame. Some swords are for you, others for the world. Which will you carry home, and which will you release back to the desert?”