You find yourself in the middle of the wilderness. There is nothing around for as far as the eye can see, not even sagebrush, yet there is a gallows standing all alone, and from it hangs a man. Crows sit on his shoulders, picking at his flesh, little gobbets of skin and sinew going down their gullets.

You approach the gallows, knowing that it is a portent meant just for you. The rope that holds the Hanged Man up creaks as the body sways in the breeze. You don’t know how long he has been hanging here, but it looks like he was hanged just moments ago. Then you realize he is looking at you.

“Give up,” he croaks at you. “Give up control. Cede authority over your life to the Universe. Let it take control and guide you where it will.”

He hangs slack again, his message delivered. You know that sacrifice is your due diligence in the near future, and as he suggested, you are open to surrendering control over what is no longer serving you. It is an acknowledgement that not all paths are meant to be followed.