The Mayan hall of mirrors is a never-ending corridor of reflection reflecting other reflections. It is the gallery of images and outward illusions that is shown to all around you. While each mirror holds a facet of truth of the subject it reflects, it still is twisted and distorted in its appearance, just as your own image is reversed when you look at your reflection.

Many are trapped in their own hall of mirrors, so lost among the reflections that they no longer know (or remember) that a reflection is as formless and insubstantial as the light that transmits them. The only solution to this paradox is the sword of truth buried within each and every one of us. Just as Alexander the Great took his blade and sliced apart the Gordian Knot, thereby conquering a new land, thus it is with us. We must cut away the knots that our own reflections have tied to us to conquer ourselves.

In tarot, the King of Swords is an intelligent ruler: a man whose experience has given him patience, whose knowledge has made him observant, whose passion has made him just, whose emotions are tempered with reason. Thus it is with us.