Have you already read part 1 of this little story here?
And part 2 here?
Alright! So let’s continue… because now things get intense!
After the Wheel spun and the Fool almost fell, he needed to put things in order. Then Justice appeared. Sword in one hand, scales in the other. No nonsense.
“You reap what you sowed? Then own it.”
It’s not about punishment. It’s about responsibility. About looking back and seeing that every choice had a price, and that’s okay. Now move on.
The Fool turned the corner and saw a man hanging upside down. The Hanged Man.
“Wow! I’ll help you down!”
“No need,” replied the hanging man. “Sometimes you need to see the world upside down to see what has always been right in front of you.”
The Fool stopped. Breathed. Inverted his gaze. And understood.
Then came the most feared of all—Death. Calm down, it’s not the end of everything, no! It’s a cycle. It’s the end of a phase. Death arrives with a black flag and a white horse. It doesn’t kill the body. It kills what no longer serves.
The Fool felt a tightness in his chest. But he let it go.
After Death came Temperance, with two chalices in her hands, mixing water into fire. Balance. Neither too much this way nor too much that way. Life is not all or nothing. It’s the middle ground. It’s the fine-tuning. It’s knowing that after the storm, you don’t go back to who you were, but you also don’t need to become someone else. You just… integrate.
Then the Devil appeared. Horns, bat wings, a stone throne. He didn’t come with a whip. He came with invisible chains.
He looked at the Fool and pointed: “What holds you back? What do you pretend not to see? Which vice, which fear, which excuse do you repeat?”
The Fool looked within himself. He saw the shackles. Some were old acquaintances.
And then…
The Tower collapsed.
Lightning. Fire. Crowns falling. Walls exploding. It didn’t warn. It didn’t ask. It simply came.
It was the fall. The collapse. The structure that seemed unshakable turned to dust.
The Fool cried. But at the bottom of the pit, with nothing around him, he felt something strange: relief.
Because sometimes life needs to crumble for you to stop pretending that cracked wall still held anything.
Continued in Part 4… after the storm, the star appears.
The RWS (Rider-Waite-Smith) tarô was used, created by Arthur Edward Waite in 1909 and illustrated by Pamela Colman Smith. It is popularly known for being the most widely used card deck for begginers.
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