THERE WAS A BRIEF DEBATE over which significator we should use. He pushed for the Queen of Cups – because he’s delusional – but I insisted that we had no idea what star sign she was. So we settled on the High Priestess. Unusual, but it seemed right.
The intention was to draw 4 cards, which would hopefully give us an indication of where she was going to be, and when. Even if we got nothing, it couldn’t hurt.
With the Priestess in the middle of the reading cloth, four cards appeared around her, face down, the Hermetic Rosy Crosses shining bright in the moonlight. It was nearly full moon, so we had plenty of light to see by. With a smirk, Rafael turned over the first card.
His smirk widened into a grin.
“Lovers, West.”
He knew as well as I did that the cards didn’t always have the obviou
