I did a very brief scrying of the tattwas fire of air.
Immediately, I found myself on the rim of a volcano spewing forth hot gas. Fire of air. Felt like the right place to me. A couple of seconds of later, I realized that the air being belched forth was toxic! This, I was told, is the me that I have conquered through my better eating habits.
Yet, I also quickly understood how this air could be used magickally in some very nasty ways. Furthermore, how it could be used to hasten someone along in very practical matters. A guide did show up by the name of Spiff (samekh, peh). He wasn't very impressive. I departed.