Vortex, maelstrom, insanity. Waking up your sleeping childhood is no small matter. The child grew up. The adult has come. Yet you have not solved all your accounts. You've found your way, you've made ​​your place in the sun, you've built your nest. Suddenly, you are blocked.

Your trivial horizon turns into a complete mystery. Your daily life is plain and dull. Until the end, will you have to repeat every day the same empty gestures, the same vain acts, the same absurd rituals? Suddenly you're tired. Time stretches again, the emptiness of your life becomes an obsession. Morbid, you look like a skeleton. Nausea without end,Jean-Paul Sartre describes precisely the feeling of this mystery in his novel "Nausea." upside down. Then comes the day you're sick and tired of being fed up. Thus you're ready for Arcana XIII. Yet, since the dawn and  the Magician, you've crossed so many steps!

You have vibrated in your flesh and suffered in your heart the pangs of the Lovers.go to page You have known your first triumph of short duration, like di Caprio, you thought you were the master of the world, but the ChariotGo to page cut you in half. Embodying Justice,Go to page  you decided you but you do not weighed. You refused but you did not open. You knew then what you did not want, but you did not know what you wanted. Have you changed a bit since then? Today, do you really know what you want?

"You don't always get what you want

But you get what you need."

Mick Jagger

Then, in the footsteps of the Hermit,Go to page you've been looking for yourself. You tried, somehow, to t'intérioriser. You felt so old, bent and broken by age. Your research disappointing placed you at the breaking point and the Wheel of FortuneGo to page took you into its vortex.

You have experienced ups and downs-mostly downs-that left you breathless and without juice. Step by step, in horrible pain, you have waived your childhood to build your "me " society.

Victory after victory, you've made​​ your place in the sun. StrengthIt is fair to note that some of us, more and more, jump over Strength to go to The Hanged Man, to the inverted values ​​of Celestial Chivalry. Those and those only have to skip those lines! brings you the realization of your fondest wish: you have money, success, social status. You feel in top shape. Downside: this background concern that never leave you, unformulated.  An obsession that always prevented you, ultimately, to fully enjoy your success. A sad day, this shadow invades the whole picture. Your wifeOr your guy, depending. Sorry, I thought of my own ... fired you, your boss too. You are alone, desperate and stony broke.

Everything you've built over the years noisily collapsed, and  you too. When you awake, you are naked. For the first time in your life, you consent to ask yourself the right questions. And the total lack of answer - not a single bit! - freezes you to the bones. There you are head over heels. Welcome to the Hanged Man.Go to page You do not understand a thing, and for good reason : you're upside down. What was up is at the bottom, and vice versa. All values ​​ are reversed. The money, social success, the hustle ... it all seems ridiculous to you.Go to page 

In your distress, you glimpse a way out. Guess you confusedly light at the end of the tunnel. Yet, you are in the dark of yourself, visibility, where the terrors and traumas of childhood. You're down in your cellar to raise awareness of the starlight. And there, in the light, lies the disturbing figure of the arcana XIII,Go to page the skeleton with a scythe, the image seen a hundred times in the chapels of Brittany, the familiar figure of the dance of death ...

The skeleton in which everyone, without hesitation, can recognize Death. Well, no. This is not death. There is no chance or approximation in the Tarot. The arcana XIII - a skeleton with a scythe - is the only arcana without name, while the Fool is the only unnumberedGo to page arcana. I bet that the authors of this path of light had good reasons not to name this arcana. It deals with death, yes, anyway. It deals mostly with rebirth. Initatory, the Death of arcana XIII is a true ending.

The death of the old man who is in you. How you feel old since the Hermit! For you've stretched like a rubber band through several arcana the psychic structure of the Hermit. Here it is stretched to breaking. It is not uncommon to meet a smuggler when you arrive at the River banks. Tradition says that arcana XIII is the only major arcana when the help of a smugglerGo to page is essential. Celtic Druids and Bards, smugglers of the Boar Clan, have continued this ancient tradition through the dark ages.

The tradition that is resurfacing now is still earlier. It dates back to the brave Tuatha De Danaan,Go to page  masters of Ireland before the arrival of the Celts. Warriors of the Wolf Clan,See The Wolf Clan  the Smugglers of the SidheGo to page can be said from the Atlanteans, and the Irish will confuse them with the Elves. Centuries later during the spring of cathedrals,Go to page in the pure white light of the early Middle Ages when entire Europe was covered with sacred sites, most of the  prime contractors were, coincidentally, the Irish.

Worthy heirs of Atlantis, the sons of the Wolf ClanGo to Le Clan du Loup gave us wonders as cathedrals and this passage to light.Go to page

As powerful as ancient dolmens, and built to the same geobiological principles, the medieval cathedrals, like the megaliths, are due to the talent of sacred builder of one and only tradition, the Wolf Clan's.Go to Le Clan du Loup

For anyone who has received initiation, this sacred relationship is a wonderful honor, and overwhelming responsibilities.

The Smugglers of LightGo to page of the Wolf Clan has vowed to be availableGo to page to those who request it sincerely.

The insider is always chosen by the AliveGo to page that makes a sign to the smuggler.