13.Paper 13 and the birth from chaos

New beginnings do not always come lightly.
Sometimes they are born in the noise of an argument, in the weight of a harsh word,
under the sign of a red moon burning in the sky.

This is how I write today: dazed, tired, vulnerable.
Yet I know that 13 is never an easy number.
In the Tarot it bears the name of Death.

Not to announce the end,
but to remind us that every beginning needs a break.
A seed, to germinate, must first split.

Fears knock: the fear of loss, of loneliness, of lack.
They are the shadows that keep us from becoming who we really are.
But perhaps they are not to be cast out. Perhaps they are to be looked at.
For it is beyond that threshold that transformation begins.

And here, amidst the chaos, I remember the maps that accompanied me:
the numbers that whispered hidden truths,
the symbols that opened inner portals,
the stars that reflected the path,
the words that became mirrors.

There is no one way to find yourself.
There is the courage to stay, even when it hurts.
To breathe into the brokenness,
and let it become fertile ground.

The cycle that closes today does not bring an end.
It brings roots.
It brings discipline.
It brings the possibility of building, brick by brick, a new house within oneself.

To you who read me, I just want to say:
if you are in chaos today, don't be afraid.
The 13th is hard, but it is master.
It is the shadow that guards the door of rebirth.

In the next steps we will explore both shadows and lights:
the fears that hold us back, and the tools that guide us.
Because the only true new beginning always comes from here:
from choosing to stay alive,
even in the midst of the storm.

In this new cycle I will talk about my more intuitive side,
related to ancient traditions and world cultures.
A side that I have delicately but deeply developed
and that, so far, I have only shared with a few fellow travelers.

The 13th, Death as a symbol, today invites me to be authentic
even in what I fear most.

As long as you talk about books, personal development,
professional figures to rely on,
you can do it. It is an accepted language,
especially here in Milan, an open and resourceful city.

But there are also other tools, less "accepted,"
more discussed and questioned.
Yet they are precisely those that have helped me -
and still support me in my evolution.

Death, for me, today represents this:
deciding to no longer stay on the surface,
where everything seems comfortable,
but facing the fear of showing my other side.

In the next articles I will then talk
about self-knowledge tools that I have experienced
and that accompany me, step by step,
toward my mental and physical health.