Jaxxon split the deck into four uneven piles, I turned up the first card while intoning the traditional chant. "This immerses you. The card was Death, the old skeleton with the scythe riding in black armor into the future while richly dressed folk tumbled at his feet. "Change, great change," I chanted, while in my mind I saw images of Jaxxon dressed in a silk suit and surrounded by a pack of coyotes carrying briefcases, contracts, and guns. That flashed into an image of this black-garbed man skulking in alleyways, fighting with shadows. A fountain burst out of the street, and instead of spewing water, it spewed skulls, but when they hit the ground, they changed to gold. "‘Your old life is finished. A new one begins." How could I tell him about the violent death I saw all around him?