This is what I started to write when I drew these cards this morning- What these cards make me think about is the private face we all keep hidden, the ways we can't expose ourselves, but what would like to, and the public face we show to the world. The Devil card looks to me like the metamorphosis of the High Priestess, who has donned her armor. That was about as far as I got.
The way these cards played out in my day today was thus- Instead of speaking my truth, I tried to make nice, and I was miserable, which made my honey miserable, and we were all miserable. I did not want to lay myself bare, and it was not simple protection, more like wanting to come across like better than I am. The Wheel goes round and round, but sometimes we do get to decide where we are on it. Today I learned that speaking truth will always put me on the right turn of the Wheel, but denying it is the biggest dice roll of all, and the odds are on the house.
These cards are from the Victorian Romantic Tarot by Karen Mahony and Alex Ukolov at Baba Studio.