Decided to "go for the ultimate" and ask God's opinion of me. SCAREY, but then who else's opinion really matters?
The casting was Hex 41.6 becoming Hex 19. The widow's mite? I am a widow, have just about a mite. Maybe a mite and a half -- nowhere to live and a job that doesn't pay the bills. But I'm relatively happy [although often baffled which way to go next];, also quite fortunate in relation to what goes on in the world these days -- and hopeful -- hopeful for all of us that we can still make the world what it should be.
But I think the line 6 speaks of alchemy? Of that, I know nothing. Well, at least I didn't draw Hex 51 or something! I'd be watching for lightning to strike.
Have I asked a question that makes it impossible to read the casting, since -- who can think like God does? Hmmmmm. Hadn't thought of that.