I am what’s ensuing.
Page of Wands Spell
Sniff, sniff, ahhhhh,
sniff, sniff, oooooo—
ashes to dust,
dust to plume.
Hot, hot, phew—
hot, hot, view.
I breathe it all in—
it's in my skin.
Mountain of hell, rising behind
lava propels rising inside.
Spewing and stewing,
the river runs through.
Brewing and brewing
a pattern bold, tattooing—
I am what's ensuing.
Paraffin oil—my mouth roils,
coating around in coils.
Better get it out before it spoils.
Chimney inside, lungs puffed—
throat closed off, so I don't get stuffed.
Lips ready,
nice and steady,
You're so foolish, they said.
Open your mouth, before you're dead.
I keep it closed
until it's my time—
with my own mind.
I'm my own kind.
Huff, huff, huff.
Huff, huff,
Blow.
Keywords & Card Content
Keywords: Light—INSPIRED, ENTHUSIASTIC, IGNITOR
Dark—SCATTERED, IMPATIENT, IMPULSIVE
IMAGE
A red planet with a floor of black and white stretches out before Eight. She notices the mountains, the tumultuous clouds spiraling above the volcano which is spewing out lava. A red sun low in the sky holds the promise of something magnificent. Eight draws in the charged power of this atmosphere. Fire and ash enter her body—building, boiling. Then, harnessing that raw ignition, she releases herself into the universe.
A red salamander, she is born from flame—alive within destruction—untouched by it. She does not escape the fire. She becomes it. Her slick black bodysuit shines. Adorned with watchful eyes, she is protected. She channels her surroundings. Inhaling, she sucks everything in slowly. She allows it to stay contained for a moment. Then, through her breath, she feeds this landscape of pure creativity a new life.
DIVINATORY MEANING
Youth takes the form of the Page in Tarot—and in the Page of Wands, raw creativity is born. You are no longer holding the wand. You are the wand.
Rising up from the ashes of yesterday into the full fire of today, you embody what is building within you. You are the spark, the desire, the force behind expression. What lives in your mind, your gut, your heart—you bring into the world.
You do not ask permission. You do not apologize. You are finished holding it in.
You breathe yourself outward—and the world responds. Your energy moves, cycles, spreads. Electric. Kinetic. Unmatched.
But new.
EIGHT’S INSIGHT
The one who finally lets the fire out.
When a voice has been blocked, its energy can scatter when finally released. Instead of glowing outward with intention, in a positive glow, the energy diffuses— burning out before it ever ignites anything meaningful.
Even if it’s difficult, pause. Take a breath and swallow. Hold it for a moment longer.
You don’t have to release everything the moment it rises. Fire with purpose transforms. Fire without clarity consumes. Make sure what you are about to unleash is truly what you want to say and do. Because once it leaves you—once it’s breathed into the world—it cannot be contained again.