People get very protective of their cards. You know what I mean- sandalwood boxes, silk scarves, no-one can touch them but me. Alice says that's rubbish. She keeps hers on the windowsill with a rubber band round them. I'm somewhere in the middle. I'll keep 'em in their own box, I think. I don't want them getting dog-eared.
First exercise. Shuffle and select two cards. The first to represent your intuition/ higher self, the second to represent your ego.
Here goes then.
Here's my Intuition: The Devil. Hmmmm. And here's my Ego: Death. OK, this needs thinking about...
Ailz says the Devil is just Pan and it's all about woodland frolics. I'm a bit sceptical. Maybe it's more about being a contrary bastard, provocative, mischievous, all that. I look at the Devil as Colman Smith drew him and he's more Baphomet than Pan. I think he's blocking the way, saying "No". Well, I say "No" a lot. I say "No" to most of the bloody world. "Go away, not interested, stop being so silly. Face up to the troooof."
As for Death. I can take that. A chap my age should be all about the death of the Ego.