I worked with this card recently and here are a few of the ways it took shape in my world of experience:
Personality: Esoteric concepts were externalized. For example, whenever I saw a straight line, played a competitive game with someone, formed an argument, engaged in exercise- I actually felt like I was "talking" to Mars. Concepts became personified, symbolically yes, but still very real. And always providing insight into how I actually relate to these forces internally by clearly seeing how I project these forces in my environment. Instead of being cold impersonal concepts they became very personal, relevant to my precise situation, hot, directly accessible, laid bare.
Fertility/ Sterility: This realization picked up from the previous theme of projection that I explored with personality. First of all, once I owned my projections as a part of myself, skillfull means burst forth. I intuitively felt this is what Collective Intelligence was referring to. But, that was only the beginning- I felt also that this caused me to grow- this owning of my projections. A very important point is that this related to growth in how I expressed myself to others- especially through my artwork. I noticed my style evolve. The Zodiac. Twelve styles of consciousness. I noticed that I often associate Jupiter with evolution but The Sun was more focused, getting my whole being to work in concert, collectively, to express itself in the piece that I was working on in a particular , distinct style/ angle. They say that the defining attribute of any good artist is a steady "hand"- a fan will know that this particular artist created a piece even if they weren't told before hand- this is like writers writing with a strong voice: a style. You can tell Anne Rice is Anne Rice whether she is writing about vampires or witches or Yeshua. Basquiat's work at first glance seems it could be drawn by a child; but it could only have been drawn by Basquiat's inner child. This is The Sun at work...
Creativity was abound during this time- and made me feel as if my previous hard work was worth it- it sterilized my past setbacks and made them OK. (Mental Flash: Jesus Christ???) My work, the fruits of my labor took on a strong redemptive quality and made me forgive and forget... but perhaps forget something important? Hubris. Vanity. Pride.