Good morning and Welcome! to the Scales of Ma’at for 19 June 2015: IX the Hermit and the Knight of Cups. (Today’s deck is *The Ellis Deck: 3rd Edition* by Taylor Ellis. I love this deck; I have the original and now this, the 3rd edition with its inevitable changes. These are great decks, and read like greased lightning, I have no idea why. You should own one, unless you really cannot grok the art.) Today is one of those draws that I would like, I wish, I fantasize about summing up for a client some day in this manner, “Well, considering your age, here’s your future: You’re going to join a cloistered order of monks, probably some hidden Serbian branch of the Dominicans, judging by the robe, and you are going to weep and pray in paroxysms of helpless frustration and understanding of the fatal weakness of the human character, for the sort of the world and its salvation. That’ll be 50 €, please.” Before I whip that off for the poor passing old fucker who wants his fortune told, let’s take a look at the cards drawn this morning. IX the Hermit: Path of Yod, 20 on the Tree of Life; Saturn as the keeper of the gate, or Saturn in Aquarius, standing for the search of wisdom and the keeping of independence. Zodiac: Virgo. Tree of life, from Chesed to Tiphareth. Element: Earth. Number: 9 as the number going back into itself (3 x 3.) The Hermit represents retirement from the outside world, introversion into the inner self, listening to the inner voice and caring for the inner self. He requires retreat from any 'high life' and loud company, and stands for a time of self-reflection and self-realization. For most people, the silent loneliness of the Hermit appears unattractive, but behind the Hermit is the wisdom of the High Priestess. You cannot listen to your inner voices while having a party. In its negative aspect, the Hermit could mean being afraid of others or of life. When the retreat turns out to be a runaway, the loneliness can turn into a jail. His Drive is: Retiring from life, retreat from the masses, looking into one's self, introversion. His Light is: Wisdom, realization, mental maturity, the inner light. His Shadow is: Numbness, loneliness, bitterness. Joining him today on the gleaming dancefloor of Dawn is the Knight of Cups, the Jesuit of Love, the Militant Arm of Holy Mother the Feeling Heart. This “Prince of the Chariot of Waters” is in Tiphareth in the Tree of Life; in Astrology he is: 21° Libra to 20° Scorpio. His Element and world: The Air upon the waters of Briah. The Prince of Cups represents the Air above the waters, as the son of the King and the Queen - Fire and Water - he combines both the fiery flames and the watery depths of his parents, bringing them up in the heights of the Air, storming towards Yetzirah.
So the Prince of Cups has all the emotional depths of the water, but also the intellectual values of the Air. He is clever and open minded, and his emotional soul can make him a sensitive being and an “artist of philosophy.” Due to the heritage of Briah, he appears introverted and reversed, and indeed he tends to keep his secrets to himself. Like both his parents, he seems to be easily susceptible, but his sharp-minded air makes him choose justly what to accept in the end. On the shadowy side, the Prince of Cups can be reckless and selfish, always striving to improve his own goals and studies, carelessly sacrificing relations in order to perfect his art or passion, and he can be quite shifty in dealings. His Drive is: The combination of Spirit and Soul. His Light is: Compassion, warmth, love, artistic intentions. His Shadow is: Selfishness, unscrupulousness, cruelty. Mm mm. So, that is what I’ve got today, and as I said, it makes we just want to cynically flip it out, have it eaten, be paid and move on. There are times when I actually WANT this state of things, especially when I want to spend mental time alone contemplating my decisions, or something similar, but I certainly wasn’t feeling that this morning, and I’m not now, either. This could be a tough mood to fight today, wanting to sink into solitude; I could do the good thing, and go with the flow and try even to increase the strength of the experience in order to wring every last drop of understanding from it, or I could do as I’m feeling and blow it off. Not a good idea, but it won’t kill me, not today. Maybe I can compromise . . . yea, that’s it, compromise, and that will help me create my life and build my future, just not to the sound of Destiny’s whip, but my own. (Many, many thanks to Raven for today's contributions.)