Reading for Sebi with the Whimsical Tarot , Red Rhythmic Skywalker
4 of Cups: http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/107.jpg
This seems how I like to think of the Emperor, i.e. men in general: "the king is in the altogether... he's naked as the day that he was born!" (Danny Kaye, Hans Christian Andersen), i.e. if men get up your nose, so to speak, just picture them naked! lol Apparently, you have experienced a certain disillusionment with someone, or someone has become disillusioned with you, and has had the courage to point this out! Disillusionment does not feel particularly good, but would you rather have illusions, or allow someone else to have illusions about you?
Queen of Swords: http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/97.jpg
Here she comes again, this suave and quick-witted separated or (grass-)widowed lady, looking like a Mother Christmas in her Red Riding Hood cloak trimmed elegantly with fur, and every inch a queen (the fur presumably ermine, although you cannot see the black spots). She seems alone, but not lonely, with her power-animal the owl (of wisdom) looking protectively out for her (a considerably more cheerful take on the Red Riding Hood theme, than my own Princess of Pentacles, also in a snowy wood!). This reminds me of myself in Norway, with the owl, and the snowy forest and all (feeling homesick for the snow already!). I wonder what she has in her basket of Christmas goodies for you? Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a (Four and Twenty) pie, with sauce, presumably! lol But listen to what she has to tell you, because it seems presumably all good stuff ;-))
The Moon: http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/37.jpg
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle (although you can't see them here!),
the cow jumped over the moon;
the little dog laughed to see such sport,
and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Now if you can make any sense out of that, good luck to you! lol
We do not even have full moon, but rather a waning gibbous, but presumably you feel 'over the moon', and your 'little dog', i.e. loyal husband Aidan, seems having a good time as well, as you both have plenty to laugh about! Dish running away with the spoon = a kind of elopement? And judging by the little screen thingy on legs, you both enjoy a rich and rewarding cyber-life as well! But do watch for your emotions ebbing and flowing with the moon; if you don't put a moon-phase calculator on your blog, at least check mine daily... ;-))
9 of Rods: http://taroteca.multiply.com/photos/photo/105/145.jpg
Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
the sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn (there's that cow again, but don't have a cow, man! lol);
but where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack fast asleep.
Need I explain the Freudian significance of "blowing your horn"? lol But sometimes, exciting as it all feels, the extreme heat, of both passion, in both the erotic and conflicting senses, and the literal heat of summer get a bit much for you, and you just have to collapse in a heap... If you equated to a woman, I would say you found yourself in menopause (hot flushes), but men presumably have their midlife crises as well, and you find it pretty hard to stick to your regular duties and disciplines when totally exhausted... Hope you like this reading; hope it makes sense to you, as it does to me ;-))