Of those nine cards, eight have come to pass. And they’re right. I’ve been taking on too many +1 projects, tasks, and errands. The backwards run through the Tarot Deck of Major Doom has served as a cleaning of the slate and a welcome reset. All chasing of wild goose chases have ceased. Certain questions will remain unanswered, for now.
I am not the person I was when I had that vision of the Tower card. I’m much more sane than I was, and have cut out nearly all of the toxic relationships with family and “friends” that was keeping me imbalanced and dependent on other people to tell me what to think. I look at religion, spirituality, and “entities” a lot different now.
I have a different circle of close friends and associates now than I did when I had that vision. Different employment. Different near term and long term goals. Different views of magic and different rules of engagement with magic. Different presentations of myself, online and offline.
I am being presented with the Tower Vision again, but this time in full consciousness and being played out over all of my environments, physical, spiritual, and mental. And again, I have a choice to make. Do I continue with what I have accepted as the status quo and keep on keeping on? Or do I go this “different way” that breaks all of the “rules” I had accumulated for myself?
I step up to the Tower and the door opens at my approach. I know what the edifice looks like to those watching from the safety of the woods behind me. They do not see the interior of the chamber as I stand just within the doorway.
Nine masked faces stare unblinkingly at me as I scan each face in turn. Three of the faces I am able to identify by their leave. The other six remain unknown, though I suspect the involvement of two particular entities. This is the Sanctuary of the Nine.
I declare myself to be the Tenth.
The door closes behind me as I don my own mask and robe and take the place I have chosen.