The Nine of Cups recently made an appearance during a reading someone did on Earth Day (the Ubuntu spread I shared on Instagram). It’s not exactly the kind of card that hits you over the head with spiritual fireworks. A man on a bench, arms contentedly crossed, looks out at the world with a face that says, “Look at me, doing just fine.” Behind him: nine perfectly arranged cups. Red cheeks, ample belly, open coat. You don’t have to be psychic to think: this guy’s enjoying himself.
This card is often labeled as “superficial satisfaction.” Or worse: smugness. And let’s be honest, in our culture, being that pleased with yourself is frowned upon. Real spirituality, the message seems to be, should involve suffering, depth, and a solid dose of introspection. A tortured mystic is preferred over a contented hedonist — such is the New Age dogma.
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