Intùiti, or the game of existence

They would be the com­pass of a world called Intu­ition, announces the web­site Intùi­ti. The design­er Mat­teo di Pas­cale came up with the idea in his quest to under­stand the cre­ative process. His cards are essen­tial­ly based on the skele­ton of the Tarot. The same num­ber of major and minor arcana. This is prob­a­bly where the com­par­i­son ends, although the man­u­al will give the equiv­a­lence of titles with the tra­di­tion­al system.

All the cards are rein­ter­pret­ed, both in design and in the sym­bol­ism behind them.

In a TED talk, the design­er explains that his inten­tions were mis­di­rect­ed, how­ev­er. If the aim was to pro­mote cre­ativ­i­ty, it was not so much these cards that could ini­ti­ate it. No great ideas came out of the ses­sions he orga­nized in the cafés. How­ev­er, some­thing else was awak­ened in the test sub­jects : the real­iza­tion that they were trapped some­where in their exis­tence. A com­pa­ny direc­tor had lost his heart, a woman real­ized that her mar­riage was a prison, anoth­er that her pas­sion for her beau­ti­ful lover was a delusion.

This is often what hap­pens in the cre­ative process. Whether painter, writer, dancer, or what­ev­er, and espe­cial­ly after the soporif­ic impuls­es of youth have long been dis­tilled into fail­ures, the mind locks itself into habits, con­ve­niences, or sits on deserved lau­rels. The cre­ative process is always a mat­ter of “crack­ing the whip”, a con­cept oth­er­wise described in “The Crack in the Cos­mic Egg”. In this sense, di Pas­cale has not dis­cov­ered any­thing. The mer­it of his cards lies in this rein­ter­pre­ta­tion of the Tarot.

But we don’t do as in Tarot, pick­ing cards at ran­dom so that fate reveals itself to us. There is noth­ing that gov­erns us, we have some con­trol over our uni­verse. At the very least, we con­scious­ly under­take the jour­ney on the ocean that seems to be ours. So, in this con­tem­po­rary game, we observe the revealed sides of the cards instead, select­ing what, in the present moment, moves us. It is a game, between the cat of our body and the mouse of our dreams. It is not div­ina­tion, but guess­ing and exploration.

What is the val­ue of the exer­cise ? I could not con­clude imme­di­ate­ly. The author sug­gests three first tests and I have only done the first one. In this one, di Pas­cale invites us to choose two cards. Card A will be the one we are most attract­ed to while card B will be the one we feel a spon­ta­neous repul­sion for.

I chose these :

The Com­plete Guide is avail­able with­out pur­chase on the Intùi­ti web­site. Page 94. Card XXII is the one I chose first. In tra­di­tion­al Tarot, it is the Fool. In Intùi­ti, it is the But­ter­fly. This suits me. Have fun, go crazy. Haven’t I always been a bit crazy ? But what has become of this mad­ness, have I locked myself into pro­pri­ety, too afraid to lose my pre­cious salary ? At 62, what does it mean to be mad, to have fun ?

For the B card I have cho­sen the 16th, the Tow­er in the tra­di­tion­al Tarot, Tab­u­la Rasa in Intùi­ti. Page 84. This is true dis­rup­tive­ness. We now know our truths and we live them. The ques­tion is : “What am I not say­ing out loud ? Why don’t I say it ? What would the con­se­quences be ? Would it real­ly be that ter­ri­ble?” … The arche­type invites to embrace the down­fall : cel­e­brate after being fired, feel the explo­sion of life spi­ral­ing down, rejoice in the will to get up and start again. If we got rid of a cer­tain sit­u­a­tion it means it wasn’t meant for us, let’s cheer ! … T Tell the truth. Dis­man­tle every­thing if it’s necessary.”

What­ev­er. Per­haps, if I had cho­sen oth­er cards, I would have felt the same truth, but I won’t. I feel uncom­fort­able with the clean slate, with the wall that I will describe in a future post. I’m still try­ing the adventure.

I like this lit­tle card game. It stayed in its box for six months after I bought it. I had to open it to shake up my lit­tle fears. I will try to play it often because what real­ly counts is to always pierce the thin film that Time, that spi­der, weaves around our exis­tence whose death is already announced. The obsti­nate pas­sion of a mad­man who is cer­tain of his illu­sions and who, the next day, will invari­ably change his cer­tain­ty and gaze.