Those are the three cards that turned up on my tarot app today. The association of the Magician with the gentle Moon means that I am now ready to open up to others again, after a period of withdrawal, perhaps caused by disappointment. I am supposed to leave the clouds behind. Life is good. Anyone who works with me had better do what I say. (I swear, I am not making ANY of this up.) The alliance between the Devil and the Magician indicates an inexorable will that is causing me to behave in a devilishly authoritarian way. Luckily, I have the charisma to sweeten the pill.
I seriously love this shit.
Well except for that time I drew both Death and The Hanged Man, one after the other. And topped that with the Tower, showing a burning building with people falling from the windows, portending shock and upheaval. Impending doom is not the first thing you want to think about when you start your day.
I really don’t need to be told that I’m going to be cranky and dictatorial with everybody, so when that happens I re-draw the cards. When they finally decide to say something nice, like how it’s an ideal day to stop worrying and cultivate that zen outlook, I simply choose to go with that.
Insane? Yeah, I guess. But the power of suggestion is a compelling thing. What’s that sociology theory I learned all those decades ago – If men define situations as real, they are real in their consequences. Actions are affected by subjective perceptions.
If you believe that life is good, the consequence is your happiness. If you think you have a cart load of charisma, chances are you will act the way a charismatic person acts. If you can see your way to opening up to others and leaving the clouds behind, life will be good.
Our reality is whatever we choose. I just seem to need more hints and clues and suggestions and maybe even kicks in the ass. The Devil should be able to help me out with that while he’s also giving the boot to Death and the Hanged Man.
Meanwhile, I’ll be dancing with the Magician under the Moon.