Requiem for The Devil

The Devil

I think the following T.S. Eliot poem ‘The Hollow Men’ brilliantly encapsulates the card of The Devil:

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!                                     
  Our dried voices, when
  We whisper together
   Are quiet and meaningless
   As wind in dry grass
 Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
       Shape without form, shade without colour,
         Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
    Those who have crossed
         With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
        Remember us – if at all – not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow men
    The stuffed men.


It is not The Devil we should be afraid of but ourselves. We are the hollow men. Paralysed, unable to move. Not lost (because we chose to be in this dark place) or violent (violence is the prerogative of The Tower card).

A perfect example of The Devil card is when you borrow a lot of money to buy the house/lifestyle of your dreams and then have to work long hours to pay it off and have no time to do the things you really want to do.

It’s when you choose comfort over authenticity.

We are the ones who place the chains around our necks by out thoughts, our actions, by who we choose to associate with.

And we are the ones who can set ourselves free.

(Always waaaaay easier said than done. Have I told you about my addiction to frothy milk? Not good for me but oh so delicious.)

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