My life compared to the major arcana of Jean Dodal’s tarot
The Magician – your servant in this case – therefore continues his initiation.
My dad was supposed to introduce me to military values. Was he?
I had two Popes, two great fathers who guided me to myself
I was fifteen years old. She was blonde like the wheats. La belle vie, my friends.
The image shows a triumphant kinglet. Too much maybe?
This arcane knows what it doesn’t want anymore, but it doesn’t know what it wants
The hermit is a cycle end. He tells the story of a young man who has become too old.
The Wheel of Fortune is rather that of Infortune. It shakes the world and makes you stumble.
In a life’s story comes the time of arcanum II THE POPESS
By dint of turning, the Wheel of Fortune catches me and grinds me like straw.
The Arcane Strength is not what it was: many youngsters jump and go to the Hanged Man