7 months later, I would say i get readings from this deck that are unlike any other; for me the reason for this is because i let myself be influenced by its beautifully nuanced lwb; usually i kick the lwb to the curb, but this one a lot of care and ingenuity was put into it, and for a whole host of unspoken (and perhaps inchoate) reasons i was motivated to work with the book, and the readings have been surprising and full of depth. The downside of course is i would like to free myself up more to run w/out it. That shouldn't truly be a problem. The only downside, (and a con that could be true of any deck) is i find i really have to be in the mood to see this artwork, or have a sitter who really wants it. That might sound like a stupid comment, but when i got it I thought it would be more of a routine/ regular usage deck and it's become something of a special occasion deck-- tho couldn't say what the special occasion is, lol. see what others say; if memory serves several forum members found it easy to read right out of the box (after being worried about being able to read w/ it) and i don't know if they were so married to the lwb as I.
I do truly still like to lay out the entire suit during a reading and get a feel for where key cards fit into the visual climax. For instance if there's a cup card, how near is it to the climax of the 8 cups where the infected swirling mass of pink seems to be at its height. So it's a deck i only use when i want to give something time.
Here, i can do better. Ill give an example. Last reading i remember w/ it, was for a friend of a friend. The 3 of cups came up as a hinge to the whole reading and on the card are three little ballet dancers. The language in the lwb makes mention to the chiffon of their skirts, and adjectives like whispery, or rustling. I almost said something about a secret celebration, but instead i said, ' i wonder if you feel like you're waiting in the wings, wanting desperately to celebrate something.' And it was a total bullseye. (not always the case for me.) However, not a very suave performance; i mean there i am, clutching this tiny book, reading, pausing, turning over teeny little pages. Hardly the magical fortune teller, glibly handing over her prophecy with confidence. But the reading did bring tears to her eyes. I handed over kleenex.
