• The Wheel of Fortune laughs and reminds everyone that the light will need changing again in the future.
• Justice works out whose turn it is to change the light and whether the division of labour is being delegated fairly.
• The Hanged Man sits back and contemplates how darkness can change our lives.
• Death points out mournfully that this was bound to happen and how everything ends.
• Temperance tells Death to chill out, it all evens up in the end.
• The Devil tries to blame the Hanged Man for causing the light to blow and creates bad feelings all round.
• The Tower suddenly starts ripping out the original light fitting so he can create a whole new more basic look.
• The Star marvels at new beginnings and says how much she's looking forward to having the light working again.
• The Moon continually offers conflicting advice, confusing everyone until he wanders off to the relief of all.
• The Sun wants to redesign the whole room around a much brighter light.
• Judgement examines the globe to see whether it truly was its time to blow and ponders whether the globe can be recycled.
• The World suggests that any problems with the light are temporary: we had light once, we will have it again, and suggests focussing on the bigger picture.
Meanwhile, the Fool has already finished changing the light bulb and is off doing his own thing.
The Magician looked at the surface of the table in front of the High Priestess and saw 78 cards spread out. Before he could open his mouth, the Priestess said "KEYS."
"Ahhhh," deduced the Magician, "these keys open the way to life. I wonder how it works!"
"Be careful," warned the Moon, "Things aren't always how they appear."
"I'll unlock the box!" declared the Hierophant.
The Hierophant moved the Magician out of the way and sat down at the table across from the Priestess. "These keys," began the Hierophant, "are tools and instruments of my faith. If I arrange them according to my beliefs, I will certainly unlock it."
"Yes!" cried Strength, "Belief will surely do it!!"
"I like that." said the Fool.
So, the Hierophant began arranging the cards according to his beliefs and slowly began to build a tower around the sphere of light, positive in the feeling that it would act as a conductor, focusing the energies of his faith, and that power would unlock the box. It took him some time to pick and arrange just the right cards and after 3 hours he finally placed the last card.
Boom!! There was a loud, thunderous crash and a flash of light. The card tower exploded and all the cards fell to the ground.
The Magician laughed and moved the Hierophant out of the way to take his place.
"These keys," began the Magician, "are tools and instruments of my thoughts. If I arrange them according to the systems I have worked out in my head, I will certainly unlock it."
"Yes!" cried the Emperor, "A systematic order will surely do it!"
"I like that." said the Fool.
So, the Magician began arranging the cards according to his ideas in three little piles, positive in his reasoning that if he juggled the correct combination around the sphere it would focus the energies of his thoughts and that would unlock the box. It took him some time to pick and arrange just the right cards and after 3 hours he finally placed the last card and began to juggle them in figure 8's.
Boom!! There was a loud thunderous crash and flash of light. The card configuration exploded and all the cards fell to the ground.
The Magician shook his head and stood up leaving a space for someone else to try.
The Fool stepped forward and picked up all the cards.
"I like these." said the Fool and he put them in his backpack.
The Fool then leaned forward, reached out, opened the lid to the box and fell in.
The Magician and the Hierophant stared at each other in astonishment and then looked back at the High Priestess.
She smiled and said, "I never said it was locked."
