So the Madman (the nickname my platonic Partner gave me to call him) asked me to do a reading with him.
It was a “shuffle the cards until one falls out” reading, without any particular question in mind–he just wanted to spend time with me, he said (and do a reading.) I was surprised when a group of seven cards fell out.
Varian: Should I read all of this?
the Madman: No, use the pendulum to pick one.
Varian: *picks a card and flips it*
These were initially reversed–I think all reversed card readings are becoming his “hey I’m here” signature. This time I just flipped them over.
the Madman: What does that little sheet of yours say, about the six of wands?
Varian: Victory, and… *scans paper*
the Madman: No, that’s not what I mean by this.
Varian: Rising up?
the Madman: Yes.
the Madman: It’s about rising beyond nicknames–I know you’ve been wanting to go back to the old Titles we [him and the Dreamer] used to go by–habits are hard to break, I know. But, Varian, that’s not going to do you any good. Sure, you’d have a “community” of fellow devotees–but remember how much you fought to censor your experience with “[Dreamer’s Title],” because you were so certain your experience wasn’t “right” or “real?”
the Madman: Precisely. You can’t really achieve true union *indicates the Lovers card* if you’re constantly holding back, thinking that we’re someone other than who we truly are.