I thought I needed to choose. That’s what this card is about, right? Seeing through the fog. […] But in addition to decisions or disillusionment, this card is about matters of the spirit. To be nourished, we must descend the muck. Explore the corners of ourselves where the dark deities are, with their conditions and judgment, where our unworthiness lives.
On the night of the new moon, I was stuck on a tram replacement bus service – the tram itself a replacement for a train – making my slow way home. After midnight when I got back home, exhausted and in no fit state to do a full dark moon spread, I drew three cards:
Waxing moon: Page of Wands
Full moon: 7 of Wands
Waning moon: 7 of Cups