Chariot
A warring faction in oneself. The Sphinxes pull in each direction, moral or immoral. You sit in the throne, the Merkabeh - surrounded by angels- the wheels of your body. Gilded with the knowledge and armor of the spheres you are the supernal self. The one fenced in by Kether existing in Tipareth. Being lead by the forces of the Sun and the Moon. Moving not thru space, but rather space and time moving thru you. Where will this journey take you?
A couple trumps in a row is always a cause for my ears to perk up and to take stock of what has been going on. Yesterday, the Moon showed me that the shadow self is there, and loves to take control. The Moon itself guides the Chariot - and we see today following the Moon I am given the next key.
My first thought because of my game adjacent mind was "Oh a level up..". Which can be true, but the daily pulls are less - 'what will today bring?' and more 'what is going on in my psyche.'
The fence that holds us may it shield us when we do battle against oneself.