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Tarot Neptunian Atman

Tarot Neptunian Atman?  Neptunian nuclei? Heck, what the heck are THOSE?!  Does my Mom know I talk like this?  Ummmm, Yes.

~ The Ace of Cups’ smaller than small Mystereum character continually fulfilling as the nucleus of the larger than large Hanged Man?

~ The Hanged Man’s character afloat in clarity as nucleus of The Ace of Cups?

~ Ace of Cups as Hanged Man nucleus?

~ Hanged Man as Ace of Cups’ higher octave, Higher Self?

Large-form ebbs and flows back and forth, each at one and the same time both the other, and as well contrariwise?

Seein’ a little ditty danced there.

I find it more important to NOT to impart my intense energy to the client, or take on theirs.  It would seem a disrespectful dilution that dissolves a strong and powerful listening to identity.  Comfortable with your identity, AND the client it makes for a non-pinned ATM in a great exchange in a reading, if one does not take care is there a merge?  A meld? A magical mixing? An enhancing of freedom of each that is catalyzing across the board?

When I read, I have squeezed my Neptunian boundary sponge before I hear the knock and answer the door, or knoch which is where the reading actually begins.  The stacked stone trailhead indicator of the portal of the path into the reading.  I squeeze my sponge after also, regardless, and get on to the rest of my day or to the next reading.  I squeeze my Neptunian boundary sponge before and after regardless.  If things are to influence me, they might naturally do so.  Even if something resonated with me and is positive, it still may not round-peg to square-hole combo-lock open anything worthy to be influenced or affected by.  A smile may occur, and that feels similar to a cool face seen in a tree along the path of the reading.  Do I forget those things that are squeeze-dropped from my sponge?  Probably.  Probably, in the way one may never see that face in the tree again, or even recollect it, though it may have provided a pivotal image shaking like water-sounding Aspen tree leaves rustling in the wind.  Though the moment would never have been the same without it, it feels to be like going on stage to speak, or perform, or listen as others do.  The warm-up is rarely part of the performance.  The curtain rising or parting, relieves the veils of their duties.

The warm-up, the chaff about to be shaken from wheat, is shaken off as the curtain does its gig to stacked-stone-trailhead mark the moment.  The warm-up is not part of the performance.  The snake, his skin shedded.  The snake, his skin not missed.  “OH! The pretty new colors!,” the snake feel-dream-thinks out loud inside.  OH! The pretty colors!  Chaff and curtains and stacked-stone trailheads and shedded skins are more than not missed.  They Death card Master Gardener-style continue themselves as compost, as spacing.  They resume something else without exhuming what made it.  Their place?  Is that the place of no-place?  Or, is their place that of context and memory, where the memory craftily relieved of its time-constraint is no longer in the present?  It simply lives heralded in the bannering forth of the prescient remembrance of the performance?  Maybe this is more of an “and” expression.  Maybe neither and nor or.  Regardless, isn’t it expressive of life’s movement. the passionate heartbeat pulsing each action?

Sometimes, I continually visualize squeezing my sponge as I listen to my clients.  It really depends on me and them and the reading and the time and the place and their question and . . . yes, my presence to be present as well as theirs.  Some  readings are more intense than others.  Some readings are simpler than others, and carry a deceptive simplicity of a rockin’ impromptu speech.  Some feel altogether natural and are at one and the same time natural saturations of which to be most careful.  On a bead-reader day, can that be a 2-way street?  Sure.  And, therein enters ethics and professionalism.  Funny thing is?  I have never called in sick to a reading.  Something about them sets the time before and after for resonance with the reading itself.  Even in rapid-fire succession, reading after reading on a long day . . . it is never “just another day at the office.”

Neptunian aspects? Taking on anyone else’s stuff no matter how congruent it feels?  Neither naturally jives.  Neither naturally juves with the combo locks of one’s identity.  Agreement does not, or rather, never indicates to empathise I find.  Empathy, even though it can be wondrous, does not imply to ingest anything additional.  I am especially careful to not swim in sympathy, and maybe even more so less consciously with empathy.  The details will time themselves out if referenced and footnoted and beaten into submission by over-analysis of intellectualism.  Frankly, that is no submission at all.  Moreso, it feels to be a curtain that never opened to play its part in the shedding of itself to awaken the performance, the reading.

And, there is one particular phrase.  “To swim.”  Is that what I do in readings?  Maybe.  But, with WSI training, (Water Safety Instructor), I never, repeat, never approach a drowning person head-on from the front.  Why make sure 2 people are going to die when one can do one’s best to cross-check the identity of the question to bring itself to bear . . . heck, even wash up with otself after the storm has broken.  I don not say, “after it IS broken,” as that would feel to puncture ethics with heavy-handed and egomanaical. . .uh hem . . . can’t really call that reading.  It is something else.  Sociopathic?  When an idea or the person in general is drowning it is does not seem advisable to try to support them as they will climb on you and push you under.  They WILL whether you realize it or not, squeezed sponge or no.  You may take a bad gift from them from the reading.  What then?  Well, it is then yours.  It is your responsibility.  No blame.  No therapy.  No catharsis.  More a wise in time -do-not-take-it-on-in-the-1st-place kind of thing.  Does that sound difficult?  Hmmm. . . . how difficult is it to not use the word pity as a verb in your life?  That may do some service to a response.  Maybe no.  Hmmm . . . presumptuous for me to go much further on that trail as I see more stacked stones, another trailhead to direct my feet another way . . .

I have extremely Neptunian aspects prominently.  I know all too well that I almost already get someone the second I see/smell/hear/sense them.  I don;t go into the clairs much as I am a synesthete where senses cross over.  Is that a Neptunian thing with Mercury 4 degrees away in Scorpio? Most probably yes, that is part of it.  I see it as a Seeing With Cat’s Ears kind of thing.  Very much in the wild, in nature in life.  I would suggest not to listen to a word I have said if you have never had an intuition you acted on, or led people off a troubled, stormy mountain pass kind of thing.  Notwithstanding that, I feel one of the things I have to offer here is . . .

Mind your identity.  Nevermind conflict.  You are the reader.  Do not take it personally.  Your clients are not your tourniquette, nor you theirs.   Also, miind that you do not chum their water or your own.  Teeth have many forms, and mostly are not bared consciously or intentionally. Ideas and thoughts and feelings have teeth.  Simply be the dancer to keep clients focused on THEIR stuff.  Maybe you are their stacked stone trailhead to direct them to their hike.   Still learning that, though. Occasionally, I get bitten so to speak when I felt even the strongest I have ever felt.
Mind the details that creep in like a drop of dye dropped in water.  From that I get to my one chief suggestion.  Besides being good for hydrating the skin, prepare yourself with your fave oil.  It will be like a herald on a shield to them announcing who your presence is without bring you too close until YOU do that.  They will naturally not be threatened to try and overtake you as they see/sense/smell/see who you are, as your reading may give them the oil-scent of themselves to further explore themselves.

I find that people really often DO inwardly know how strong their feelings and emotions are.  And, whether they are aware of it or not, they are there.  As the reader, discern your surroundings with your Cat Ears.  Your eyes are not the only vision tool.  They may be the first clue to allow you to sit in one spot never moving and never get any direct hits from them, though.  And, maybe that begins to elucidate the Powerful Listening of a reader?

Powerful Listening.  It is a great trait to develop that both protects you and may in fact enhance you as well at the same time provide a more directly discerning and responsive service for your clients.  Like driving.  Head on collisions are best avoided by staying in your lane so to speak. Ride with them as co-pilot as they drive serendipity.  Let it flow.  OH! THAT tree is SO cool, turn left.  Reasons can be as unreasonable as that tree.

So. . . .

What do I mean by Neptunian aspects ?

First off, utilizing “aspects” here as a facet or component or feature of something rather than an “aspect” in astrology per se.  Neptunian aspects are boundaryless concepts, watery, depthful, infinite and boundaryless.  That said, it is not to indicate that I have no boundaries as that would indicate a problem.  Moreso, it is that I  . . . how shall I say this . . . have spongelike boundaries.  Things are apt to be felt even before I directly encounter something as they “touch or encounter my sponge” so to speak.    And, things can get caught in the sponge, even things I like immensely but that are other peoples’.  I find that what integrates naturally flows through, maybe even without even encountering the sponge, like the sponge is my customs agent.  Call the Neptunian aspects spongelike boundaries.  It is much like a cell.  It has a semipermeable membrane as the outer cell wall for nutrients to get in.  Much like the concept of “water conforms to its cup,” the situations we place ourselves in AND the WAY in which we place ourselves — hydrated and fed are two solid ones — would express the sphere of influence or being influenced of this sponge.

Take a fish in an aquarium for example.  If you press your hand into the water, the fish will feel the displacing pressure, or simply the influence, the affect of your hand.  In a more complex example: with your back to an open door, can you tell who it is when they change the sound/feel/smell/thought/etc very etc of the room as they become and tune the doorway with themselves like a drum, simply for an instant as they step through the doorway?   Is a person stepping through a doorway into a room like a finger covering a hole playing the flute of your space?  Or, what do you feel when closing the doors of your eyes?  What tune resonates there?
I expressed Neptunian aspects to mean comfortability (or discomfort) with boundaryless concepts, and that Neptunian aspects can be a key to better learning of one’s own sphere of influence as well as how one’s influence cascades inward and outward to ebb-n-flow wave when interacting, and even when not directly interacting.

In closing,

You see, I am one to facilitate relationships thriving.  I am a reader.  I have no querents as that term sounds to DAYum petri-dish-presumptuous.  I have clients.  The client is always right, and not always correct.  Their form follows their priority, and the dyes that drop into their water.  Stacked-stone trailheads of statements even midstream are noticed when powerfully listening, even when powerfully speaking . . . even in the power of silence. . .

I will simply say, “HAIL CHIRON!”  May you always elucidate your identity to find the workability of the best things that feel to need to be lived every moment.  Does that sound like a royal PITA (Pain In The Ass)?  A hassle?  A lot of work?  And, does it not sound less like work, and more a way to enhance the freedom of you breathing passionately to nourish yourself with your personal resonances your way?  Even when still? Especially when playing?

As naturally as the Hanged Man may be the higher octave, the Higher Self of the Ace of Cups . . . May breath be prayer aspirating your inner divinity.  May your personal resonances live with and nourish you as naturally as you breathe, and enhance your breath.

Jupiter’s Blessings,

Jordan

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Tarot Form-Giving Mystereum 2

The 1st Form-Giver story is here. Prelude to Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer.

From self-published to published:

I began the original Mystereum Tarot (self-published) in May of 2005, setting a 3-year deadline for myself for the deck and LWB.  No TV, no Tarot, no reading about Tarot, no looking at other peoples’ Tarot, no talking about Tarot . . . no Tarot at all, a brainwashing.  It was time to divine the cards from re-scratch as I feelingsense resonated with them.

Putting a standing 2p-5p meeting in my work schedule Mon thru Friday, at first it was only meeting the requirement of my “butt in the chair” method. I completed The Fool through the Emperor that summer, and nothing in the Fall, every day butt-in-the-chair. . .thinking about the cards like a theosophic vision or awakedream, feeling into multiple cards, single cards . . . a flurry in Nov/Dec and I was up to 16 completed . . . and back to butt-in-the-chair.  I would rebel yet maintain the discipline of the ritual by standing up holding the chair to my rump and old-man-walk out and sit down in the garden . . . was funny after a month or two I would get back up with the chair and old-man-walk to the kitchen, sit down, and open a bottle of wine or make coffee/tea and grab my smokes . . . and old-man hoof it back to the garden one-handing the chair to my rump . . .

Then, in January of 2007, yes almost 2 years in something happened.  Denver.  January.  2007.  And, 36 inches of snow in 6 hours plus-minus.  I had scoffed at the weather report the afternoon of the blizzard thinking, “Yeah you gambler’s anonymous overflow people . . .er. . .uh hem . . .I mean meteorologists. Whatev.”  And, I didn’t go to the grocery store that afternoon.  The next morning?  Took me 6 hours for an 8-block “walk” round trip to the store.  I left once the sun was out planning to get “off the mountain” so to speak by 2p before the storms came in.  At 2:30p I was back, and with the clouds began to get dark.  Sat in my chair, one set of devil’s fingers on the desk in front of the screen with a, “Ok now.  What do I want to do with this.  I want to speak the cards. I want the cards THEMSELVES to speak. I want to be a playwright of 80 voices.” That was 78 + card back + book cover.

I would be stuck in my house for 2 weeks.  No mail.  No visitors other than neighbors in our daily shoveling-out rituals chippin away to the main street.  Car completely covered in a snow drift, and the alley to my drive just as deep.  I thought the 2nd night, “Well if there ever is a time to make this deadline, it is now!”  I started cranking.

BAM BAM BAM . . . lightning that night while it was snowing?  That felt dangerous, somehow weird and anomalous. And, somehow fitting.  And, then came the fetch wood carry water training discipline of butt-in-the-chair being over.  Same time, same bat channel, but I started and finished 60 cards in the 3 months of that Spring of 2007, and held out Temperance from May to the Summer Solstice to complete as the last card . . .

Solstice.  Sit back down in the chair after a couple of months off not looking at ANY of what I had done at all.  One day.  Card complete, and jumping out of my chair pumping my fists in celebration YEE HAH I slowly came to a halt.  Uh hem.  Book cover?  Card back?  I smiled at my false summit of completion.  Took myself to dinner, and came back and worked into the night to be fully done to awake the next morning to . . . . The Mystereum Tarot.  I had written the chapters of the 48-page LWB as I went along to tune the feelingsense resonance of the text to the voice of each card.

Little did I know that Schiffer would approach me at RS09 (Readers Studio 2009) to launch into the next iteration . . .Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer.  Deck + 192-page book set where the cards literally speak like they are in a personal play for you on the stage of your life.

I never mentioned writer’s block up there.  A whole year went by at one point.  I gave myself the credit to take the time . . . but on an occasion or 2, ok I’m lying… actually 4 times lol, I looked over and saw my frisbee. HOOKY!  Sometimes, wanting to produce something on self-imposed deadlines . . . be truant to yourself as your own boss. . . just don’t tell on yourself.  Sneak out of your own house.  Sneak back in.  An inability to have fun while you create can mean you are hungry, yourself indicating for you to do something else here and there, and/or a host of lotsa things.  Rather than writer’s block, may I suggest to whaleshark comb the plankton of your creative urges?  Things take time only if you give yourself the time.  Heck, I lived my life on deadline for decades.  Hooky can be an effective project management tool.

Schiffer approached me in 2009, May.  On July 2 I started the Tarot bedtime stories contracted by Schiffer.  Little did I know I was about to literally speak the cards and fulfill my original 2005 dream via a 192-page Imagination Primer book with tinkered-with, tuned and tailord Mystereum Tarot cards.  The Imagination Primer book, beginning as bedtime stories took on a life of its own.  This time I went in order, one by one.  Coming up on The Devil, I was feeling a little squirrely.  HurROOOO.  I am the DEVILLLLL!  No, not THAT one . . . and my eyes lit up.  There it was.  These are no bedtime stories.  After 4 years I was speaking the cards.  I trashed the 45 pages I had written thus far, completed The Devil, and started back with The Fool.  Tracking back, one by one moving forward . . . I finished in 4 months.  Put it all down for a month.  And, came back in month 5 with 12 hard edits.  Put it down for a week.  Came back and combed, fine-tooth combed, tuning and tailoring and on-the-spot re-writing.  December 4th, 2009, my birthday, I said out loud, “I want a BIG birthday present.  This is going out the door on the 9th.”  STUCK my butt in the chair.  Ate.  Slept. Drank.  Lived the cards at the detail level.  Shifting focus and redirecting scale on the fly to the scale of the universe.  Back and forth antinomy-izing, integrating the inner opposites so as to make duality look rather bush-league.

December 9th, 2009, and it was off.  Called my editor at Schiffer Publications to let her know to check her email 6 months early from my 1-year deadline.  “OMG Jordan!  I just read some of this!  This has never been done before and evolves the bedtime stories to a new level!  30 minutes ago another author called to say they were a year behind deadline.  Well . . . YOU get their spot!  You will be in the Fall 2010 catalog!”

And there is the story of how The Mystereum Tarot iterate-evolved into Tarot in the Land of Mystereum with cards speaking in its 192-page Imagination Primer companion book.  Hope you’ve enjoyed this prescient remembrance telling of it.  Tells me to keep looking forward to new things.  Tells me. . . I had one helluva Place of Creation story ride!  And, here’s the one helluva creation story ride that the Ace of Swords had!

Jupiter’s Blessings,

Jordan

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