Okay, let’s talk about The Tower card in tarot. Man, this card used to scare the living daylights out of me. Still kinda does, if I’m being honest, but differently now.
My First Encounters
When I first started messing around with tarot decks, like years ago, pulling The Tower felt like a punch to the gut. All the little books and websites basically screamed DISASTER! CHAOS! EVERYTHING FALLING APART! I remember shuffling like crazy, hoping, praying it wouldn’t show up, especially if I was asking about something important. It just looked terrifying, you know? People falling, fire, lightning… not exactly a feel-good image.
I mostly just tried to ignore it or hoped it meant something less dramatic. Maybe just a ‘big surprise’? Yeah, wishful thinking. For a long time, it just represented pure, unadulterated bad news in my head. Something to brace for, something unavoidable and awful.
Then Came the Real-Life Tower Moment
So, a few years back, things were… okay-ish, I guess? Had a job that paid the bills. Wasn’t thrilling, kinda soul-sucking actually, but it was stable. Or so I thought. I’d been pulling The Tower a bit more frequently in my personal readings around that time, but I kept brushing it off. “Just stress,” I told myself.
Then one Tuesday morning, totally out of the blue, HR called me into a meeting. No warning. Walked in, saw the serious faces, and boom. They were ‘restructuring’. My whole division was being eliminated. Effective immediately. Just like that. Pack your stuff, security walks you out. It felt exactly like that card looked – the ground completely vanishing beneath my feet. Total shock. Total upheaval.
Honestly, the first few weeks were a blur. Panic mostly. How was I going to pay rent? What was I even qualified to do anymore? It felt like my whole life, the structure I relied on, had just crumbled into dust. It was rough, really rough.
- Felt completely lost.
- Angry at the unfairness of it all.
- Scared about the future.
- My confidence was totally shot.
Seeing It Differently Now
But here’s the weird part. After the initial shock wore off, and I had some distance, I started to realize something. That job? I’d been miserable. Truly unhappy. The ‘stability’ I thought I had was actually a cage I was afraid to leave. Getting kicked out, as brutal as it felt at the time, forced me to confront truths I’d been avoiding. It forced me to rebuild.
It wasn’t pretty. It involved a lot of self-doubt, trying new things, failing, getting back up. But eventually, I found a path that was much more aligned with who I actually am. Something I wouldn’t have even looked for if I hadn’t been thrown out of my old comfort zone (or discomfort zone, really).
So now, when The Tower shows up? I still take a deep breath. It’s never going to be a gentle nudge. It represents a massive, sudden, often external force that shakes things up. It breaks down weak foundations, illusions, things you’re clinging to that aren’t serving you. It can definitely hurt. But it clears the path. It forces truth out into the open. It’s destruction, yeah, but it makes space for something new. Something potentially much stronger and more authentic, built on solid ground this time.
It’s not about wanting it to happen, but recognizing that sometimes, things have to fall apart. It’s a necessary chaos, a painful release. I don’t welcome it, but I understand it now. It’s part of the deal, you know? Life throws curveballs, sometimes lightning bolts. My experience taught me that.
