A moment of your time: Mura
I have recently resumed writing some original fiction after years of letting it lay Idle. Almost all I write is set in the world of Mura, a mythical place, on the cusp of what we remember as the Silver and the Bronze age. If you give the stories a chance, I think you'll be pleasantly suprised.

At the risk of going to the well one to many times, I thought, It might be worth while to return to the temple.

The VIII of Trumps, had been making regular appearances. In my speads, I found this encouraging, and honestly a source of strength in and of its self. Its hard to give into ones vices, when you feel, you are being watched over and reminded to stay strong. Still, I wondered if there was another lesson I was overlooking, so I thought to try to return to the temple, and speak to the priestess there. I prepared a tea of mugwort, and meditated on the image of the priestess before going to bed.

One never quite knows where the winds will take you on the dark sea. So I was pleasantly suprised to feel the sun beating down on my face, and breath in the rich air of Jeruselems market square. ...

After wandering for a while, I came down to the temple to find the priestess, seated between the columns of Boaz and Jachin where I had left her before. She motions me to sit down with a slight gesture of her hand, and ask's. "What brings you child."

I wish to understand the meaning of strength lady.

Let us consider then those moments when you lacked strength, and she looked deep in my eyes. When you were young, you could be made angry so easily. You where like a young lion, but did your anger ever serve you well. No, it left you drained, with more problems to deal with than before you lost your temper. Rage may look like strength, but I think perhaps it is not.

When you indulged in too much drink. Tossing money on the wind, you knew quite well you needed. But no-one seemed to see, and no-one cared. You could feel utterly alone in a room full of people. Dark days, when you knew your death would not prompt a tinkers damn from a soul in all the world.

And when your daughter O.D.ed and you left everything in her mothers hands. If she was going to die, let her die, you where sick and exausted from putting yourself between her and the void. If all you sacrificed was not enough for her, if life was not worth living, why not let go of the rope, after all she had already let go of her end.

I felt, very sad, and not a little ashamed as I listened. It seemed she could peer through my eyes and see my every failing moment in life.

Now remember "Nails"

Of course I did, a petie, but very though little woman I met working on a loading dock mornings for extra money.

Remember how you could not wait to start your day, because she would be there. How much easier you evening job went because she was always in your heart even when she was not in your company. Your friends where all amazed, in 3 months you accomplished more than you had in the previous 3 years. Energy just filled you, and there where not enough hours in the day, to do all you felt you could accomplish. A true connection, with just one human being, turned around your life. Even though it did not last. Other oppertunities came her way, and you parted like ships that pass in the night. You still see it as one of the great blessings of your life. In fact letting go of her, was at least as important to your growing as finding her in the first place. You remembered feeling so alive. It was the turning point of the night of your soul.

So strength is love?

Not quite, consider this, your connection with just one woman, gave you the strength to turn around your life. Consider the strength you would have, if you found your connection to god. Then no doubt could drain you, because you would know you where fullfilling your intent. Then loneliness would never stalk you, because the spirit would always be by yourside. The strength of the world, is the strength of the lion. It is impressive, and dangerious, and shows off its mane. Like the lion, the strength of the world grows tired and old and passes away. The strength of the spirit comes from our connection to the infinate, and it contains all we need, and all we could desire.

But I have not found my connection to the intent, not really?

Keep looking, after all, thats what your lifes dream is for child.

Divination: To understand others is to be knowledgeable; to understand yourself is to be wise. To conquer others is to have strength; to conquer yourself is to be strong. Chapter 34, the Tao te Ching.

Reversed: Weakness, Pettiness, Impotance, Lack of Faith. Abuse of Power, Succumbing to Temptation, Indifferance.