The Queen of cups walks through life in a haze and fog of dreamy unawareness to the physical world, caught up in the ethereal, the unseen, the spirit side of existence. She can often tell you the innermost unspoken true feelings of someone she was conversing with but not remember what they were wearing. When she does plant her feet in the earth, she doesn’t connect with the physical world in the way most people do. She can hear voices within the wind in the trees; she can see the aura of plants; the wisps of magical beings in the garden; the thoughts and emotions of animals. To the mundane world, this Queen may often appear mentally fragile and on the edge. In reality, this is her reality, and sometimes her curse, she can see and hear and feel things that most people can’t.
Not many people will truly understand the Queen of cups, and some may even dislike her, though they may not understand why. There will be those who are disturbed at the nuances and unspoken connections often misunderstood by individuals who lack this sensitivity, and there will be those perhaps frightened by how easily she walks through the spiritual realm, so matter-of-factly, as though it were completely normal, when to most people it is not. She will always be the outsider, viewed with suspicion and sometimes disdain by the community around her, the clubs and cliques of society. At her most extreme, even the people who share her inner knowledge and experiences will find her bewildering, and her place at the outside edge of communal inclusion will be complete.
Her greatest downfall is the ability to lose herself, not being true to herself, in search of love and commitment. Relationships will be difficult for her. She will strive to connect with someone who can connect with her on a myriad of levels and meet her on her turf, as part of her inner world. Her search may prove futile, but it won’t be from lack of trying. She is artistic, creative, and wonderfully fluid, and she will use these abilities to try and transform herself to fit into the mold, to be what her suitor wants her to be, to fit into their life and their mind and their heart perfectly, in fairy tale fashion. In the midst of this hopelessly impossible endeavor, this Queen will often amputate the best parts of herself.