The Death card is one of the most misunderstood cards in the entire tarot deck. What do you think when you see it? Be honest.
My guess is you’re thinking, oh, fuck! I’m gonna die. That’s what this means, right?
First of all, I don’t believe that tarot cards tell the future. I do, however, believe that they contain depictions of archetypes universal to the human experience.
Second, yes. You’re going to die, and not just once. I’ve died countless times. Well, not really countless times. I just never cared to count, because that sounds exhausting.
Death is change. Every change is a death.
The royals will resist and be trampled under the hooves of death’s pale horse. The mother and child will relent. The holy man will welcome it. Or maybe he’s begging for mercy.
The Sun sets on the pillars of the Moon. After conflict, there is peace.
It’s been over a month, and the incumbent monster has still not conceded defeat.
But his exile is inevitable. It’s winter, and the previous year, with all its baggage, is dying.