For all who said “you can’t,”
I’m telling you—
I can.
Queen of Wands Spell
I built my own throne,
stone by stone,
roots twisted into the earth—
each memory, from birth.
I shouldered my smolder,
knowing one day
the embers would burn,
would turn
to full flame.
And, you're watching me, little ones—
you're here to stay.
I soldiered my cold, yearning hunger,
I ate until ravenous no longer.
Then— you know what I did—
a pile of goo.
Changelings.
I think you remember it, too.
We waited.
Inside our tombs.
We died.
Inside our wounds.
We cracked open
those empty husks,
nothingness that just held us.
We busted them apart,
so we could find ourselves.
Wings wet and heavy,
simply not ready.
We waited.
Outside on trees.
We dried.
Outside, our wings.
We unfurled the fires
that adorned our attire,
and everything was alive.
For all who said you can't,
I'm telling you—
I can.
Keywords & Card Content
KEYWORDS: LIGHT—AUTHENTIC, EMPOWERED, MAGNETIC
DARK—ATTENTION-SEEKING, VALIDATION-DRIVEN, JEALOUS
IMAGE
The Neglected 88 butterfly, Eight stands atop an ancient tree stump, wings unfurled, her babies’ babies haloing her. She is lit from within—her confidence radiating outward in blazes of brilliance. Her stance is grounded, secure. She does not ask for attention. But you can’t help but take her in.
DIVINATORY MEANING
The Wands Court continues with the opulent Queen—no longer searching, no longer proving. You attract attention without asking for it. You work is nearly complete. You stand with confidence you’ve cultivated, surrounded by the vision you once only imagined. Old dreams that no longer fit fall away. What remains is something truer—something chosen.Transcendence through chosen transformation.
This didn’t happen to you. It happened from you. Every decision, every step, every moment of becoming led here. This is the point where effort turns into embodiment.
This is not pride for display. This is self-recognition. You see yourself clearly—and you don’t want to look away. Revel in what you’ve created. Not for validation, not for approval—but because it is yours.
You are not becoming the force.
You are the force.
EIGHT’S INSIGHT
The one who learned to take up space unapologetically.
You learned to shrink yourself—to fit in the most awkward, uncomfortable places that were never meant to hold you. Staying small felt safer. Less visible. Less open to hurt and criticism. Even confidence felt dangerous. Loving yourself could invite judgment. So you dimmed your light. You folded inside yourself. You chrysalised.
You don’t have to do that anymore. No more apologies for your work. No more cutting yourself down. Grow your dreams and desires openly. You don’t have to camoflague yourself anymore. You aren’t here to be palatable. You are here to be authentic.
Stand in your space. Stretch out those wings you built. Take up the room your life requires.
Send out those butterflies into the future, to nurture, to love, to inspire. Some will make it. Some won’t.
You showed up. You created. You became.
Because you knew you could.