Strength.
When it comes to achieving your goals, let nothing stand in your way. Like a river flowing down the side of a great mountain. Your determination must be unstoppable. Let nothing stand in your way. Let nothing hold you back.

Strength.

When it comes to achieving your goals, let nothing stand in your way. Like a river flowing down the side of a great mountain. Your determination must be unstoppable. Let nothing stand in your way. Let nothing hold you back.

Death.
This too shall pass.

Death.

This too shall pass.

King of Cups.
Remain within the light. Stay strong in your convictions. Those who lack understanding will attempt to tear down your beliefs and destroy your dreams. This is ignorance at work. This is a sleeping conscientiousness. Keep your thoughts to yourself. Do not let the world around you be an influence.

King of Cups.

Remain within the light. Stay strong in your convictions. Those who lack understanding will attempt to tear down your beliefs and destroy your dreams. This is ignorance at work. This is a sleeping conscientiousness. Keep your thoughts to yourself. Do not let the world around you be an influence.


Six of Swords.
Once again you find yourself under a purple blanketed sky. You are deep within the realm of the moon. The forest breaks and the shroud of night opens like a curtain on a stage. The moon is now a spotlight, revealing a deep, cobalt blue pool. You remember her soft white skin. Memories. So many memories. Laughter resonates inside your ears. It echoes through the thick forest of trees. Your aura feels blue. Sadness that often comes with these memories is no longer present. You don’t regret letting go. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly. It wasn’t meant to last. It was beautiful for a period of time. That time has now passed. You can accept that. You feel yourself grow. You feel a long awaited sense of closure. From deep within those trees, unbeknownst to you, her eyes greedily saw everything.

Six of Swords.

Once again you find yourself under a purple blanketed sky. You are deep within the realm of the moon. The forest breaks and the shroud of night opens like a curtain on a stage. The moon is now a spotlight, revealing a deep, cobalt blue pool. You remember her soft white skin. Memories. So many memories. Laughter resonates inside your ears. It echoes through the thick forest of trees. Your aura feels blue. Sadness that often comes with these memories is no longer present. You don’t regret letting go. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly. It wasn’t meant to last. It was beautiful for a period of time. That time has now passed. You can accept that. You feel yourself grow. You feel a long awaited sense of closure.
From deep within those trees, unbeknownst to you, her eyes greedily saw everything.

The Moon.
Your feelings are inconsequential to her. Praise be hers. Carried out by those with worldly views. A quasar within a galaxy. A galaxy spinning within a universe. A universe all imagined by a small girl being rocked to sleep by her grandmother.

The Moon.

Your feelings are inconsequential to her. Praise be hers. Carried out by those with worldly views. A quasar within a galaxy. A galaxy spinning within a universe. A universe all imagined by a small girl being rocked to sleep by her grandmother.

Five of Cups.
The ring of gold slides from your finger. You take in a deep breath, and exhale slowly. The ring grows to the size of a crown. You place it upon your head. Numbered days that feel initiate. You wish to keep it forever, but it effortlessly slips through your grasp.

Five of Cups.

The ring of gold slides from your finger. You take in a deep breath, and exhale slowly. The ring grows to the size of a crown. You place it upon your head. Numbered days that feel initiate. You wish to keep it forever, but it effortlessly slips through your grasp.

Two of Pentacles.
The sun sets slowly behind the hills, shrouded in weeping trees. Spring time at dusk. Honesty is the only spoken language. An older woman’s eyes are filled with memories. She’s upset, but won’t waiver from her character. No challenge is beyond your ability.

Two of Pentacles.

The sun sets slowly behind the hills, shrouded in weeping trees. Spring time at dusk. Honesty is the only spoken language. An older woman’s eyes are filled with memories. She’s upset, but won’t waiver from her character.
No challenge is beyond your ability.

Queen of Wands.
 The time has come to let your head be adorned by its rightful crown. Take your place in the light of the sun. Your life is meant for greatness. Do not spend your days focused on trite affairs.
 Do not let your final hour be filled with regret. Do not long for an escape. Look back on your days and know your life was worth something.

Queen of Wands.


The time has come to let your head be adorned by its rightful crown. Take your place in the light of the sun. Your life is meant for greatness. Do not spend your days focused on trite affairs.


Do not let your final hour be filled with regret. Do not long for an escape. Look back on your days and know your life was worth something.

The Devil.
Storm clouds pierced the clear blue sky. You could feel everything. All that was present in the world around could also be felt inside you. The tempest. Changing. The future colliding with the past. Driven to the brink of madness. Falling over the edge. Until he gave you his hand, and everything became stable. Calm. He erased all your pain, he silenced your fears. A just god. Noble and true. Not jealous or angry. Both men and women. Balanced and equal. A celebration of oneness. Open and honest.

The Devil.

Storm clouds pierced the clear blue sky. You could feel everything. All that was present in the world around could also be felt inside you. The tempest. Changing. The future colliding with the past. Driven to the brink of madness. Falling over the edge. Until he gave you his hand, and everything became stable. Calm. He erased all your pain, he silenced your fears. A just god. Noble and true. Not jealous or angry. Both men and women. Balanced and equal. A celebration of oneness. Open and honest.

The Hanged Man.
Do not waste your limited days wondering about what might have been.

The Hanged Man.

Do not waste your limited days wondering about what might have been.

Ace of Wands.
Do not live in fear. Chase sorrows far away. Be cleansed by the light of a multitude of stars. A gala of hope. Project love and it will come back to you. Set fire to your doubts. Live in light. Wisdom supreme. Love primal. All light is eternal. Know this and eternal you shall remain.

Ace of Wands.

Do not live in fear. Chase sorrows far away. Be cleansed by the light of a multitude of stars. A gala of hope. Project love and it will come back to you. Set fire to your doubts. Live in light. Wisdom supreme. Love primal. All light is eternal. Know this and eternal you shall remain.

Seven of Cups.
You passed through a large set of double doors and walked up the inner stairway that lead to another door. It was flanked by large white orchid bouquets. You knew there was a wedding ceremony on the other side, but not like one you’d ever attended before. Everyone was dressed in white and wore masks made of white paper. The masks looked like animals of prey. Foxes and wolves. Owls and hawks. The bride and groom were both dressed in black. Below the church there was a labyrinth of tunnels. They circled the church and held prisoners who were being tortured and killed. Their screams of terror filled the halls of church and resonated within the wedding bells. Blood dripped from the ceiling, turning the congregation from white to red.

Seven of Cups.

You passed through a large set of double doors and walked up the inner stairway that lead to another door. It was flanked by large white orchid bouquets. You knew there was a wedding ceremony on the other side, but not like one you’d ever attended before. Everyone was dressed in white and wore masks made of white paper. The masks looked like animals of prey. Foxes and wolves. Owls and hawks. The bride and groom were both dressed in black. Below the church there was a labyrinth of tunnels. They circled the church and held prisoners who were being tortured and killed. Their screams of terror filled the halls of church and resonated within the wedding bells. Blood dripped from the ceiling, turning the congregation from white to red.

The High Priestess.
The revelation of that which is hidden. She dances in a ring of fire. She makes clouded thoughts perfectly clear. She shines a pure white light that pierces darkness. She chases away ignorance. She brings understanding and clarity.
Once again you find yourself engulfed in purple light. You feel a sense of peace with the world around you. There is no change or end in sight. You feel the past, present and future flowing through you. Altogether, all at once. It flashes before your eyes. Every memory, every moment. Everything that was. Everything that is. Everything that will be.

The High Priestess.

The revelation of that which is hidden. She dances in a ring of fire. She makes clouded thoughts perfectly clear. She shines a pure white light that pierces darkness. She chases away ignorance. She brings understanding and clarity.

Once again you find yourself engulfed in purple light. You feel a sense of peace with the world around you. There is no change or end in sight. You feel the past, present and future flowing through you. Altogether, all at once. It flashes before your eyes. Every memory, every moment. Everything that was. Everything that is. Everything that will be.

Nine of Pentacles.
You felt euphoric. You saw flowers made of smoke, dancing in a ring red light. The raindrops that covered the glass all seemed to be calling you. Tempting you. Urging you to give away all your material possessions.

Nine of Pentacles.

You felt euphoric. You saw flowers made of smoke, dancing in a ring red light. The raindrops that covered the glass all seemed to be calling you. Tempting you. Urging you to give away all your material possessions.

King of Pentacles.
Storm clouds turned the sky from blue to gray. Then eventually everything went back. The trees stretched and grew. Each branch interlocked like folded fingers. You were blanked by thick spiderwebs. It seemed inescapable. The child king stood by your side. He asked you to explain heaven to him. You couldn’t find the right words though. In the branch above, a yellow eyed cat looked down upon you. You could feel yourself changing. Growing. Becoming. Something greater, something more. You knew your footsteps would be those of giants.

King of Pentacles.

Storm clouds turned the sky from blue to gray. Then eventually everything went back. The trees stretched and grew. Each branch interlocked like folded fingers. You were blanked by thick spiderwebs. It seemed inescapable. The child king stood by your side. He asked you to explain heaven to him. You couldn’t find the right words though. In the branch above, a yellow eyed cat looked down upon you. You could feel yourself changing. Growing. Becoming. Something greater, something more. You knew your footsteps would be those of giants.