It just occurred to me that I never posted the picture of this card, the Chthonic Hermes card, from the “Circus Freaks” deck I received last Christmas, (not sure how I feel about the title of the deck). This card is all him, no doubt about it. From the tip top of his top hat to the tips of his long, limber fingers, it is him. Also, the jack of diamonds, the gambler—could any card be more perfect?
And there is a very woo-ish tale surrounding this deck…
Since 2011, I have carried a deck in my purse at all times that I have given to Hermes. It is not a holy artifact. I use the cards often to play with my family and friends. The deck I had since 2011 though was not entirely a positive thing. It was given to me by my terrible ex’s stepmother when he was in the hospital and insisted I stay with him night and day for a week, (if you ever have an urge to sleep in a chair for a week, from experience I strongly encourage you not to do it). It was that surgery, (unnecessary surgery), that ended up giving him an excuse to get hooked on pain killers and use alcohol again, the unbearable consequences of which resulted in me leaving him. So that deck, even though I gave it to Hermes, was tainted somewhat by that association.
Here’s the woo: Last christmas, when I went to put the new deck in my purse, not intending it to replace the Hermes deck I already had, I discovered my old deck, which was in the side pocket of my purse, had been somehow completely ruined by water even though nothing else in my purse was even remotely wet. The box was falling apart. The ink on the hopelessly warped cards had run to disfigure the cards beyond repair. Apparently, Hermes really wanted that new deck and to have both he and I released from ownership of the old deck which was heavy with distress and despair.
Then this card… and I discover he is not only of the deck, but in it also, (and even the art is heavy with gold).