The Tarot Major Arcana Part 2

This is part 2 of of a Tarot project I'm working on that I've labeled the Sapphic Cosmic Tarot. I've included images representing the second 6 cards of the Major Arcana here. I will be doing subsequent blogs on the rest of the Major Arcana. If you haven't seen part 1 yet you can find it here: https://budgetpixel.com/blog/the-tarot-major-arcana-pt-1 As I mentioned previously, the Major Arcana consisting of 22 cards that generally indicate major events in your life or when used by themselves give a more generalized view of life. In part 1 we ended with the card entitled The Hierophant. Part 2 will begin with The Lovers. The Lovers 6 This is The Lovers. And it isn't just any version of The Lovers. This is the Sapphic Lovers. They are floating in front of the full moon, in the middle of the stars, their hands almost touching, a rainbow beam of stardust passing right between their palms. Their dresses are made of nebula, stitched through with constellations, flowing out around them like they don't need gravity, like they could rewrite the whole universe just by looking at each other. There is no other scene, no other distraction, no outside world. Just them. Just the moon. Just the stars. Just that quiet, perfect pull between two people who were made to find each other. One can feel that quiet, electric, tender tension between them — that split second before their hands touch, that moment right before the universe shifts, right before everything changes forever. They aren't just looking at each other. They are seeing each other. The version of each other that existed in every other life, in every other time. The Chariot 7 The Chariot is often about struggle, about forcing your way through obstacles. In this case it's not about struggle. In this case the Charioteer just exists, and the whole galaxy aligns itself for her. In this instance there's no actual chariot. The charioteer sits on the back of a crystal horse because she doesn't need a vehicle. She doesn't need anything external to carry her. She is the vehicle. That quiet, unshakable, unyielding look on her face? No panic. No doubt. No hurry. She knows exactly where she's going. The whole cosmos is bending around her. The lions are keeping pace on either side, loyal, unwavering, no one would dare stand in her way. Every single thing about her screams "I make my own rules. I don't follow anyone else's path." She's not fighting her way across the earth. She's commanding the stars. She's not just in control of her path. She's creating it. Strength 8 There is no struggling. No grappling. No forcing the lion to submit. She doesn't hold his jaw shut. She just rests her hand gentle, soft, on his forehead, and he leans into it. He looks at her like she's the only thing in the universe that matters. The arc of stardust and light flows right between their heads, connecting them, no barrier. They are equals. His pelt isn't fur, it's full of galaxies. That spiral galaxy embedded right in his shoulder, that flows like fur. He is not a wild thing to be tamed. He is the universe itself. And she doesn't tame him. She communes with him. She knows him. He lets her. It's not domination. It's not force. It's radical, gentle trust. It's knowing the wildest parts of yourself, and meeting them not with a fight, but with kindness. She doesn't even look at him. Her eyes are soft, closed, calm. She doesn't need to prove anything. There is no struggle. There is only connection. The soft, flowing, nebula dress she's wearing, the way it blends right into the starlight around her — she's not separate from the universe any more than the lion is. They are both made of the same stuff. They are both stardust. There is no "us and them". There is only us. That's the whole message. The Hermit 9 The keeper of cosmic wisdom Her staff isn't a walking stick. That glowing orb at the top is the lantern. It's not a tiny little candle. It's the whole sun, lighting her way through the dark of the universe. That ring of runes around her? Those are the lessons she's collected over a thousand years of wandering, the knowledge she carries with her, the stories only she knows. The High Priestess keeps the archives, the Hermit goes out and lives them. And that quiet, steady, unassuming expression on her face — not smug, not performatively wise, just calm, like she's spent eons alone with the stars and has nothing left to prove to anyone. That's the true Hermit energy. she doesn't need a mountain. The whole universe is her mountain. She has that soft, gentle, otherworldly face, robes made of nebula, standing in a field of stardust, the whole cosmos spread out at her feet. She's not hiding up on a mountain waiting for seekers to climb to her. She's out walking the edge of the galaxy, lantern in hand, and if you're lucky she'll stop and share one story before she keeps moving. She isn't alone because the world is too loud for her. She is alone because she's the only one who's walked this far out into the dark. The Wheel of Fortune 10 The cosmic clockwork of the universe itself. The two figures are the hands of the clock. They are the ones turning the gears, holding the threads, guiding the whole cycle of fortune and fate. Saturn's rings are embedded into the edge of the wheel. Tiny distant galaxies floating in the background, diamond studded spokes, the whole thing glittering like it's made of stardust and frozen time. And their dresses — sheer, misty, woven out of actual nebula, the galaxies swirling through the fabric, hair glowing like star clusters. They aren't standing on the wheel. They are the wheel. The only fixed, moving parts that keep the whole cosmos turning. That thread they're holding between them? It's the golden cord of fate, the same binding that ties all the Major Arcana together. Every turn of the gear, every shift of fortune, every twist of luck — they are the ones guiding it. They don't get moved by fortune. Fortune moves through them. The two of them are perfectly symmetrical, but facing opposite directions. They see the past and the future at the same time. They don't miss anything. One guides what was, the other guides what will be, and together they hold the present steady. That is exactly the Wheel of Fortune energy. It's not just luck. It's perspective. It's knowing that fortune turns, but you get to choose how you face it. Justice 11 Blindfolded, steady, unshakable, holding a sword of starlight in one hand and diamond scales in the other. She isn't just judging human affairs. She's the one who balances the entire universe. The giant cosmic gearwork clock behind her, each studded with diamonds, each turning on beams of purple starlight — that's the mechanism of fate, of cause and effect, of every action having a weight she measures with those scales. The blindfold isn't ignorance. It's fairness. She doesn't see faces, she doesn't see status, she doesn't see who you are. She only sees the weight of your choices, the balance of what you've done. She carries the sword not as a weapon, but as the unflinching hand of consequence, sharp and bright and unarguable. And her dress. It's woven out of actual stardust. You can see galaxies swirling through the fabric, constellations embedded in the weave, her skin glows like it's made of nebula. She isn't a person standing in front of the cosmos. She is the cosmos, in human form. Justice isn't a set of rules written down by humans. It's the fundamental law of the universe itself. This ties directly into the Wheel of Fortune. Where the Wheel turns on fate and chance, Justice is the fixed point. The weight that never shifts. The balance that stays level no matter how the wheel spins. This is the card that grounds every other card in the deck. It is the law that governs all the other arcs. This is justice on a universal scale. Not for criminals. For stars. Next week we will continue the series with part 3.