To Saint Cholerika

Choler is a humor that suits impetuous ones. This type is the sort who desires to excel above all. They learn easily and grow with much speed. Thus they are magnanimous and consume large sums of money. They are deceitful, irascible, extravagant and bold. They are clever, slender, dry, and the color of saffron.

Cholerika, while being the first saint, is undoubtedly also the most enigmatic. Mankind’s hunger for knowledge has been inherited from them, as well as the ability to hone crafts. To know the world is to study it. Like layers of an onion, the levels of knowledge are draped atop each other, engulfing the very core of humanity.

By following Cholerika, we should be devoted to accumulate insight and skills like one would collect trinkets or precious gems, and be sure to understand its worth.

Cholerika doesn’t differentiate between the validity of academic expertise and artisanal proficiency; and neither should we, lest we become condescending. It is important to experience joy and fulfilment through the work one does, and recognise it as a gift, as the default disposition of a person. Resisting work indicates that something is amiss; disorderly.

To Saint Phlegma

Phlegm hold a moderate force, full but brief. Phlegm makes fat and renders one moderately languid. They do not apply the body to study but to dreaming. They feel dull, move slowly and are prone to laziness and sleepiness.

The presence of Phlegma, the blind hermit saint, is felt in every nook and cranny of nature, in foliage, under rocks among the scattering bugs, in the soft ripple of a pond, the pitter-patter of rain. Phlegma is one of few words, she is not a preacher; she lets her actions speak. While she doesn’t control it in the literal sense, she encounters and endures what the environment lays on her.

And, that is also the most important thing she can teach us: that nature isn’t something to be overpowered, to be dominated and shaped to our will, but something to live amongst, to take from and give back to in equal parts. The concept of the blind and selectively mute saint also promotes personal introspection and conversation with oneself. But watch out, blindness can cause you to run in circles sometimes, so make sure to make use of your other senses as well.

To Saint Melancholia

Here is a mixture of choler and black substance. This renders them small and always speaking of lofty things. They are vigilant in their study and do not abandon themselves to dreaming. They take care of their own profit and what is dear to them. Not practices in fraud, timid, and of a yellow color. Jealous and sad they wish to turn inward and hold tight.

Were we punished with having to endure our human emotions, or is it a blessed gift by the saints? Every person has their own stance on the matter; though Melancholia may be proof of the former. The martyr, a victim of circumstance, is a sufferer of great woes which are often incomprehensible by the other saints. Yet, she also serves as consolation to the human kin. She is pitied, lamented, understood by humans.

Her spirit comes closest to humans, the bearers of the widest spectrum of sensations. Many find comfort in the fact that the saint experiences the same set of feelings that we earthly beings do; it allows them to embrace and fully experience them without guilt, but Melancholia also offers to take on the woes of others, as well as physical illness. A problem shared is a problem halved.

To Saint Sanguin

By nature they are fat and merry. Often they wish to hear new rumors. Thus they enjoy the company of Venus and Bacchus. They make good cheer speaking sweet words. They are capable and suited to study. Because of this they are not easily moved to anger. Generous, loving, peaceful, laughing, and blushing. Singing they are fairly bold and liberal.

What joy there is to experience in the world, it is through Sanguin. Her domains are worldly delights, pleasures of the flesh; something many love to look down upon, but which is undoubtedly the most important asset of being human. Love, food, drink, music, artistic expression; they are all channeled through Sanguin.

She is the first blossom in spring, a sweaty body, red juice dripping down arms while eating handfuls of berries, the pulsating aura of drunkenness and intoxication. She is a throbbing heart and the skipping of its beat. She is pink lips, hazy eyes, red cheeks. The push and pull. Should you indulge, mind that once her seed is planted within you, madness may creep up in your wantonness and claim you. This madness is also her.