Six Cards for a New Life

🔮 Tarot Spread: “The Threshold”
A six-card transition ritual (read with ChatGPT, June 2025).

Context
In two months I’ll leave my old life in Switzerland behind and move to Tunisia. This tarot ritual is my symbolic companion as I cross the threshold—from the past into a new present. The cards were drawn from the classic Rider–Waite deck, with a psychological–spiritual reading.

1) What I’m leaving behind — 🗡️ Ten of Swords

This card lands like a final blow—and a gentle confirmation:

“It’s over.”

I’m closing a chapter marked by pain, overwhelm, and powerlessness. Today—on the same day as my therapy session—I feel it in my bones: I’m no longer who I used to be. I carry my scars, but I’m not defined by them.
I release myself.

2) What I’m taking with me — 🌱 The Fool

How fitting: I’m taking my naive innocence with me—
not childishness, but a deep trust that beginnings are possible. I’m allowed to set out without knowing how it ends. I don’t have to control everything. I can make mistakes. I can be vividly alive.

I’m setting out—and I’m taking myself along.

3) What I’ll meet in the passage — 💰 Four of Pentacles

A whisper from the depths:

“Are you sure you want to let go of everything?”

In this in-between, I’ll meet my need for safety, control, and possession—emotional and material. Not to keep me small, but to keep me honest.
What may come along? What holds me back?

4) What helps me enter the new world — 🫧 Seven of Cups

Imagination. Inner life. Possibility space.
I’m a dreamer with realistic lenses—yet I’m allowed to play with identities in Tunisia. Not to escape, but to explore.

Who do I truly want to be?
Not everything that glitters is real—but everything begins with a vision.

5) What awaits me in my new life — 🦁 Strength

Beautiful. I will be gently strong—not combative, not defiant.
Rooted in myself. I won’t fight the lion; I’ll stroke him.

This card is a promise:
I will lead myself—with grace and clarity.

6) My inner motto for the journey — 🔨 Eight of Pentacles

My first thought: “Oh no, work again?”
And then it clicked:

I’m crafting my new life like a work of art.
Not fast. Not perfect. But with devotion.
With every small step, each repeated try, each stone set in place, my new home grows—inside me and around me.

Closing

This spread wasn’t an oracle or a peek at a prewritten future.
It was a symbolic room where I met myself—
with a little loving support from ChatGPT (thank you, soulful machine).

I’m taking a lot with me from this ritual.
Above all: myself.