I got some watercolor blocks from Daler Rowney and decided to test the paper with a quick painting. It is hot-press paper with a smooth surface and I found it pretty nice to paint. The small A4 format is handy for painting outdoors and fits perfectly in my bag. I tried extremly wet and dry […]
“Rough Sea” – Testing Aquafine paper from Daler-Rowney — brushpark-watercolors
Comment inspired by Charles C. Earl’s Weblog.
Yes!! Yes!!! How do I make the font bigger in a comment? I guess by repetition. YESSSS!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Charles for discerning it to be time for your voice to step up. Much appreciated. We’re all different, like everyone else. All similar, each unique. Maybe no-one is born equal, though we’re all born with equal value as human beings. Rather than equality, shall we make a move towards equanimity?
I’m reminded of of a professor showing up at the Black Belt Tae Kwon Do Class I was instructing in college for P.E. credit — read in: wage theft under the guise of credit completion, honor back then, I didn’t yet know any better at 19. Though, kinda the wrong environment to show up making trouble, though hey, some people are also trained to have a pre-Approved Darwin Award Applications.
I laugh, it was straight out of a Kung Fu Theatre movie with someone coming in the challenge the Master, except here, humorously, with no martial skills… or even a thoughtful demeanor.
In shoes mind you in the dojo, she jumped the knee wall and bolted across the floor towards me spewing all the while with words I won’t repeat here how I needed to remove the 2 black people and 3 Korean people from my class or else!
Smiling, calm as a daisy, though not going down like one, “Madame, this class is based on a system from Korea, and occasionally the way I teach it, from China or from within me. I’m not sure of your geography acumen other than knowing how to get to a fanatical church, so I’ll throw you a bone. Koreans, Chinese, and Africans are closer to this art’s geographical origin than you or me are here. Maybe we should both leave and stop wonderment and curiosity and experience and serendipity and exchange from continuing to poison the world.”
I still smile. She Was SO beautifully conflicted, both wanted to agree and also was in total (alleged) disagreement, because I stood her up with one hand (voice) while the other hand yanked her carpet from under her… though you also saw the check mate on her face. “Hmmmmmpopphhh.” And, she spun, and was towards almost gone. She stopped and turned around before she straddle-moved over the knee wall to which I, “Madame, there are rules that are made to be broken. So, next time you visit, make sure to take off your shoes.”
She bolted out as fast as she came in. Guess her fanatics sent the wrong busy-body, certainly not a hostage negotiator. I turned… “Class, can we agree that the last one to get to class locks the door?”
One of my students, ironically 2 Dans higher ranking than me (another story) chimed in, “Mr. Hoggard I thought you said that conflict wasn’t the point, not to pick fights or further them, and you just destroyed her with words. Isn’t that furthering one?”
I smiled and bowed my head. Looking up…
“I did say that. One part of not picking or allowing fights is… Be peaceful, but know when to let motherf***ers know so they DON’T start in further. I should clarify further about violence. To yes or no it requires thoughtfulness… hmmm. Class, here’s an example, ’Man who have mosquito land on testicles learns very quickly that violence is not the best 1st course of action.‘ That’s how I got rid of her as the mosquito.”
They all laughed, and we got on with class. Though, things like that happening? Unacceptable. Of course it was Texas Bible Belt, Lubbock, 1989-1990. Let’s face it. Teaching a martial arts class, mostly inherently Eastern, that in itself was an academic minority subject to judgments and racism.
Like Lewis Hamilton expressed when asked recently if he thought racism was getting worse: “No, I don’t. WIll Smith said it best. Racism isn’t getting worse. Now, it’s just being filmed.”
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This morning, my face was aching from laughter so it took me a couple of seconds to pause, stem the 2nd wave of laughing flooding in… Breathe… Ease my face out of grin into talking mode before I could answer the question put to me… “Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is just a […]
House Sprites, Bending Time, and The Curator Lobster — The Pure and Blessed Way…
Serendipity Intineraries is a post series is about sharing my weekly blog field trips, my eExperiences, so that maybe you find some new people who you resonate with, to enjoy and/or follow, and/or simply have a mini-library of places to visit to expand your experience. Heck, it’s also to build some epic spirals of healthy giving and receiving in community. I noticed that on the blogs I resonate with, I often also resonate with who they resonate with. So, to strike more resonant chords in this world along that same vein… Welcome to this week’s Serendipity Itinerary where…
I share the stacked stone cairn trailheads, links to others’ blogs, of paths I’ve experienced over the past week. There are people I follow, new people and places I’ve found, and sometimes something or someone featured in the roster just because a topic or person came to mind. Reasons are unreasonable here, just the way I like it. The Now comes from our whole life up to this point… and, to revise Ricky, Lucy, there’s no ‘splainin‘ to do. Enjoy this week’s experiential menu.
If you have a blog or video or something you’ve produced that you feel to share in this community-building serendipity sandbox, you have my express permission to link to it in the comments. Please do, and by all means self-promote. Add more to the Serendipity Itinerary for people to visit and experience!
First off, it was an intense week. Just turning the music down to take calls or to go into readings or meetings was actually an Admin thing this week, was an actual thing taking time. The more intense it gets for me most often translates directly into the volume level on the Sonos — sometimes… too bad the neighbors are home. It’s ok, though, when I can’t hear them knocking. 🙂 I wonder what this week was like for you?
So, please buckle up. May not be a wild ride, though it’s intended to reflect the rockin’ intensity of the week. Hopefully, I got the word and image and music balance right to tune into to attune the energies to balance and align and sync up with this week’s intensity. This week certainly deserves at least that. It felt like The Chariot upgraded to a bigger engine.
Playing and working in and dancing with the intensity of this past week, I’m going to engage something different this week. I’m going to utilize a Came to Mind Reading technique (non-related link, serendipity) with each person’s listing below. I’ll place 2 cards and/or images that came to mind for the feel of their blog and messaging — or, their Tarot Birth Cards if I know them.
The 1st card image is intended to be the Primary aspect of the feel. The 2nd card is intended to be an Accentuator to color the tenor of the 1st Primary card/image. Pardon any psychic dyslexia on my part if I reversed your feel, or general inaccuracy if I’m full-on just off base. OFLs — Opportunities For Learning.
What do you feel about the cards that came to mind for your rockin’ blog?
Call the cards a Sun Primary card with an orbiting Moon card. Only the Blog Owner and you can discern if I missed the boat, and instead got a good swim in the water below.
Of course it’s Your Life, Your Way. Your Blog, Your Rules. If you would rather I input your Tarot Birth Cards, I certainly will. Click for the Tarot Birth Card Calculator at The Tarot School in NYC, Ruth Ann & Wald Amberstone’s splended, online, Tarot home. Alternately, if you’d rather not be included here at all, certainly let me know in the comments. DO let me know. You won’t be callin yourself out to be excluded in the comments. Instead, you’ll be Sovereign and straight-up owning honesty YOUR way for your best sake. I’ll promptly take you off, as again, Your Blog, Your Rules. Reasons are unreasonable. You are Sovereign in your life and on your blog, your way. Let me know, and as soon as I can get to it, consider it done — will edit this one as well.
Respect is foundational. You’ve most likely spent a wonderful amount of time on your marketing and messaging. I’ll be the last one to dial interference patterns into the splendor of what you’ve built If your presence here feels like it does.
To be transparent, my Tarot Birth Cards are The Hanged Man~The Empress. Interestingly enough, according to Wald Amberstone, The Hanged Man is The Empress’ son. I not only buy that, it also resonates with the way I build back in and nourish my creative process like a Master Gardener, like in the Reflections image above.
Gardening reciprocates, naturally. Great for all involved. My BITCh method creative process was gifted and is ingrained in my texture from my Mom, and is unfortunately the extent of my current gardening. Mamma’s boy?Pardon, while I contain my laughter. We’re now resonant peers. My apple didn’t fall far from the tree, though it’s a great apple. And, I gather she Is able to add some more choice words about how we are each our own. I’m nodding glad that my apple doesn’t have a worm. Nodding glad is mo’ betta than fighting mad. It’s just an apple. That in itself rocks!
So, to start off this week’s gig… hmmm what vid of mine will I share?… Cool, Ok, I’ll go with that thought: simple numbers Adding up much like Birth Cards are generated. It’s 06132020 = 6 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 14 = 1 + 4 = a 5 day. So, I’ll abduce a 5. Sometimes 5s present a problem card for people. I don’t feel there are any bad cards, though, and that’s robustly understandable that Nature of the 5 gets under some peoples’ skin. Depends on how you take it? Depends on how your perspective responds? WHat do you think about the 5s, or 5 in general?
Also, notice the use of abduce above rather than abduction. (Period not italicized, or is it?). No abduction here. Abduction is a bully level of petty controlling behavior based on being afraid rather than fear. There’s plenty of abduce-ing to be experienced here, plenty drawn out and to draw out.
I see 5s not as chaos, but as a number of Nature. In fact, THE number of Nature. 9 is the Nin or 9th kanji of Ninjutsu mediation where the concept is Tao, and the color is White and you view through your thumbs-index fingers raised up as a digit-ized circle to focus the Moon in the night sky. Interestingly enough, if you count the segments along the path of your thumb and index finger, 7 each hand, that’s 14 = 1 + 4 = 5, so the 9 of the Nin kanji brings YOUR Nature to form the seamless segue segmented circle of YOU as you swim in the Moon.
3 is the number of the 1st group, the 1st self-supporting structure, and the impetus and/or onset of perceived beauty reified as an externalized gig. Call 3 Beauty-DNA. 7? Oh yeah. 7 is where the shit potentially hits the fan. At 7, you are far enough away from base camp origins in the process so to speak so as to not be able to safely turn back, though you also have not yet reached the false summit of the plateau of 8 where you can safely rest. 7s can rock you. Best to forget endurance and will with the 7s, the snake its skin shedded, the snake its skin not missed much like chaff falling off from wheat in the wind kinda thing and just keep on keepin’ on. You’re not off the mountain until you are. You’re not at a safe pause point until you are. Keep going. Breathe. Drink water if you have it. You’ll get there.
Nothing may ever be resolved with a 5. Though, with the perspective that 5 is THE number of Nature and the weather simply is what it is… there’s Justice and straight up owned honesty that, without even the concept of honesty or integrity anywhere. Nature doesn’t need that stuff as it doesn’t lie. Of course it doesn’t tell the truth, either. What is, simply is. What’s the weather like? What’s your Inner Weather like?
And, Nature is… uh hem… so natural, right?! In Nature the concept of facts is also ridiculously ludicrous — though, not to mean discernment and response aren’t warranted. I ask, with Nature, why would there even NEED to be resolution? Instead, there is dynamic experience that yes, has plenty of intereference patterns, though no more than all the earth, trees, flowers, animals and wind on a windy day. Each experience is what you make of it. Is it a crazy-making static-generating wind, or just a good clearing out to freshen the air? I feel 5 is weather incarnate. 5 is honest without fail and without intent, just like Nature. Nature doesn’t have emotions. Nature has weather. Whether you weather your Inner Weather or do something with it or about it, that’s of course your call. What do you feel about 5?
Are you your best Self when naturally aware of your internal weather?
Does that inform you how to be more wise in time in the moment? To continue to build rather than bring you to hit the inner beep beep beep of reverse gear to back up and apologize?
Don’t toot your own horn. Seriously?!, shaking my head. Guess they’ve never been on stage or in a band or been on point with their life on the line? Maybe that’s wonderful for them, though that’s as close to alien to me as I know. Again, though, excellent for them as they certainly have a different mode of being and experience to live out. SaWEET! All similar, each unique. Everyone is different, like everyone else.
Wander the Lines ~ Step into my reading life. Looking for a new book to read? Stop in here for a treat.
Roadtirement – Traveling and retired. This couple and their experiences and travels and family… just make me smile. Real and robust for being themselves. Plus, they’re gardeners. What ever could go wrong? Seriously, do you want genuine and authentic where those two words can meaningfully come up, though somewhere there’s no need? Like Nature? Yep, me, too. Travel here to travel with them. That they are here makes the world a better place.
Delusional Bubble ~ Life is a bubble, Make it as delusional as possible. Travel the world. I feel Rick Steves is cool, and he’s also not the only game in town.
Joanne Sprott ~ Cosmic Whispers. Let’s Walk the Spiral Path Together. Poetry, depthful thought, and generally all things Joanne = things that matter and have substance and are important and/or are simply interesting.
Bonnie Cehovet ~ Flash Fiction. Author. Tarot. Consummate Reviewer. Want a solid story? Bonnie’ll get your there.
Croque-Melpomene ~ Author of Within Paravent Walls. Pentalingual Idealist. Writer of psycho-corporeal Poetry. Creator of Croque-Melpomene & Les Femmes de la Décadence.
Saania2086 ~ Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun! If P, then Q. If you want good sense, then go here to see what dynamic mind dish is being served up today.
Bonnie Hubly ~ Watercolors on Pinterest. Full. Robust. Full of feeling and Robustly fluid fluency and flow. Majestic. Gorgeous watercolors. Hi Mom! She loved 1st bill last week, though suggested that things that stay in one spot stagnate, and to keep the placement organic, more artful. Love it, Mom. Love, Jordan
cocinaitaly ~ Elganspo, comida italiana. Hungry? Hungry for edible beauty, aesthetic eats? Exquisite is a word. Edibly exquisite is two words. Grab a friend, and go experience this. What will your words be?
Jane Lurie Photography ~ powerful, evocative freeze-frames of architectural images that are definitely not secretly active. These images live out loud! They are refined. And they are as natural as they are refined, like an exquisitely cut emerald or sapphire or ruby kind of refined. There’s nothing hidden in the rough here. These beauties have some pipes in their visual voice.
Mary K. Greer’s Tarot Blog ~ Tarot helps you meet whatever comes in the best possible way. Mary matters. Professionally. As a person. As an author. Mary matters. Sweet and direct and courageous and inventive and FUN. Oh, she was a wicked cool sense of humor. Many deep wells feed Mary’s work. Warning: Immersion here may lead to ablution.
Theresa, Soul Gatherings ~ Spiritual Moments in the Human Experience
Charlotte Heather ~ Soprano. Charlotte and her partner are doing weekly balcony concerts in the UK!
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud ~ Beguiling pearls of wit, wisdom, and whimsy-with attitude. I’m not going to add ore words to that. If that doesn’t grab you… Note: some people make trite and puerile attributions to Princess. Inspect your expectations? Remember, a Princess is simply a Queen not yet sitting. You might find her in the garden with the succulents. Sometimes rolls that way… intensely.
Christina Schmidt, MA ~ Sassy Scorpion Tarot. Yes, the name says it all. And, it’s all true. Intense. On, not off. Sassy, Scorpionic depths to immerse yourself like in a Tarot hot spring. Go for the spring, stay for the spring in your step after. Also, Christina has Armed With Coffee. Variety is the spice of life? There’s definitely some spice here with consistency and structure, and not limited by either.
Dr. Eric Perry ~ Psychology to Motivate | Inspire | Uplift. Wonderfully full and relevant and engaged Psychology articles with clarity of voice. I full-on dig when things are as robust as they are clear, especially when directly dealing with intensities. This site, is certainly that.
Holly Troy ~ Cosmic Holly. Perennial Gemini in bloom. Naturalized. Excellent garden with music, too! Creative voice in multiple formats. Polymath? Go see.
Timothy Price ~ Off Center & Not Even. Is variety the spice of life? Go here and see!
The Dihedral ~ More than just climbing. A lot more. And, climbing is a lot in itself. Read a new route today at The Dihedral.
Trini Lind ~ Paths of the Spirit. Create a path of Light with your Life
Charlescearl’s Weblog ~ Musings on fascinating things. Important and fascinating things well said.
Cristian Mihai ~ Professional Blogger. Sense & Sensibility meets the info age? He’s not afraid to say it, say whatever he says. No walking on eggshells here, well, unless he starts making compost for the garden.
Susi Bocks ~ I Write Her. My words for Susi’s writing go something like this. You talk a good game, Dood, but can you box? Yes, Susi Bocks. Concision has never had so much consistent depth.
Karen Sealey ~ The Pure & Blessed Tarot. The Discarded Oracle is coming to life! And, other ramblings and musings with no pulled punches, and lots of exquisite surprises along the way.
The Alchemist’s Studio ~ Raku, vessels, Alchemy in action. Pottery with heart and soul PLUS some PUNitive humor to boot. Don’t miss the Hens!
Laleh Chini ~ A Voice From Iran. Check and inspect your expectations at the door. The storytelling, short stories, fables, and folk tales will… well, you’ll see.
Q: Not what you expect from Trent? A:Artist;’s Art. Experience…
And, just because (Some Metric next week?)
Beware: Poignant video below, magnanimous splendor of a system.
That part of me waking back up from a 17-year Cicada Sleep, I see something in our culture. What is it I see? I see people using shaming behavior systemically under the petty guise of education of what’s right right and (sic) moral.
Dafuq? Lambasting someone for mistakes does not make them work harder to do better to not make them. It drives them to hide their mistakes. How the hell is someone going to be Sovereign with themselves when they have been taught to pay their dues before themself instead of with their work, and have it implied to be slippery-stealthy with their Self even to themselves? Mistakes? Nope, there aren’t any. It’s about experience and OFLs — Opportunities For Learning. Can you powerfully witness someone this week with no words? Just let them go on until they are finished to really feel what they are saying? Just a question if you’d like to give it a run. I’d be curious to see what happens. Disconnection? Connection? Deepening in a more simple and natural and intensely natural way?
I reject the bullshit pause behind the curtains of moral and right puritanical and guilt-based statements. There are not fetishes. There is simply no accounting for taste, and how anyone else and oneself included plays out their life as resolved now. Your whole life brought you right here to now. I’m honored your whole life brought you to this point in my blog. 😉
Heck, isn’t guilt just an upper octave (read in: bottom-feeder, low grade rob-power-from teachers kind of people) form of digested shame that people allow themselves to be influenced by in the 1st place?
Our teachers don’t need to be yoked by having to buy their own supplies. Free them up such the contrary-to-popular-belief-God’s-last-name-isn’t-dammit educational system listens to the teacher rather than the other way around. Similar in medicine versus/with insurance companies? Similar in lots of areas in … pervasive is a word. Enough is enough. This video brought cascades of ablution tingLes and tears when I 1st saw it. Still does as well now, though it is now simply a gardener watering my constitution and resolve. May it resonate and influence you in ways that are important to you as well.
Pheww!! What a great week! Great week to get some amped up and vigorous rockin’ ‘tude In the mix. Love this community I’m discovering and I’m lovin’ it just doin’ it! Love it… 5 words for 2 copyright violations in those last 5 words. Good poets borrow. Great poets steal ~ Jordan Hoggard. Ok, not really. ~ T.S. Eliot. 🙂
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ImaginAction (c) 2008 – 2020 Jordan Hoggard
In the process of breaking in the Discarded Oracle, I’ve been road testing ImaginAction. The spreads are not new to me, they’ve been around since 2012. I’ve tried several in the past but now they are handily neatly repackaged all in one place. A pdf beautiful banquet of 78 Art-Inspired Divination Spreads, alongside a nifty […]
ImaginAction — The Pure and Blessed Way…
Inspired by Christina Schmidt, MA’s blog post:
I love that Wyrd brought up the triplets, especially here with Christina being a Four kinda person. Quarter note triplets in 2 versus 3 is a pretty beautiful cadence.
I especially love that you brought it up, as the architect in me nodded at the 3 when I first saw this series, though it was as engaging as a prayerful breath, as I moved right along. I nodded as 3 is the 1st number associated with beauty. Once 3’s, then 2 is also beautiful as a paring or coupling, and 1 as identity.
3’s. III The Empress. XII The Hanged Man. The Hanged Man is The Emperor’s son.
There’s a potential seed for rockin’ conversation about numbers and numerology here for 1 through 9 + 0. (As a concept rather than a number). I feel 9 is the most dynamic number, as it folds over itself, the only number to do so, and it is formed of 3-squared. 3 is then a seed of 9, dosing itself with more of itself as 3-square to POOF, become 9. 9 folds over itself? What are you saying, Jordan?
Look at the 9’s multiplication table:
09:18:27:36:45::54:63:72:81:90. It’s a mirror, like 10 fingers sharing a pinky to fold over together in a namaste or prayer gesture: Also, the color for 9, the Nin kanji in Ninjitsu Shadow meditation, indicative of the Tao, is White. Community of all colors in harmony, the dynamic place to go of the One Point, or Hara… and then back to yellow at 1 with Chu Kanji.
And, the Four? Oh yeah from what I see that fits you, Christina. Four is the first number of place, of empire, of foundation, IV Emperor in Tarot, Four Corners, Four Winds. Foreplay to pun it. XIII Death as 13 is also a 4. Are your Tarot Birth Cards Death~Emperor? Or, High Priestess~Justice?
I resonate that the expressions of the meanings of numbers go on and on like pi… 3.1415629 etc etc etc. Pi. One of the EverReady Bunnies of numbers. 22/7 (or, is there another expression of Pi? … hmmmm)
Rather than going into my 1 through 9 as I’ve written about it almost too extensively to yet be concise, to have been concise, and somehow now I am again in the place of the repeating number ellipses NOT being able to be concise about numbers…
I’ll simply share these 4 videos as an Ode to Christina’s 4-Ness-ness. 3 videos mine + 1 Cristobal Vila… which I have to say is MO’ BETTA than mine. Not a judgment or personal slam on me from me. He simply WENT places with it that I full-on resonate with, full-on EXPRESSED it without words.
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Open handed, reciprocal figure to ground touch, the Both/And touch of the Yin-Yang, the apogee master violin bow single-stroke bindus connecting inhale and exhale, forming breath as prayer.
Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen (most likely ripped from Aristotle, though I haven’t located the conceptual reference. No matter. Nothing new, yet everything must be original. ~ T.S. Eliot)
Suffering isn’t always required for that if you’re allergic to boredom and challenge yourself. Sometimes, what does not kill us, doesn’t kill us because it loves us very much. And, when you powerfully witness to engage in the Empathic Silence of listening, you may forget your thoughts… the gift in hearing and experiencing another full-boat, full-bore straight out of the box of who they are. I feel one of the biggest tragedies in life is not settling in to nestle in the experience to evaporate the mirage of what or who you think someone is. One of the biggest beauties? Having a clear mind and heart so that every word and feeling between them from another ripples on the glass top lake of your infinite, inner well.
And Yes, adversity may be just like weather coming in, that has arrived. On the mountain. Above treeline. In late October of 1999. On a 14er. 14,263 feet above sea level, and Nature’ll kill ya in a single mis-step no matter your experience level. Being aware of experience, though, means we’re still alive, and that we’ve just had an another experience. And, that we can potentially be made stronger if we don’t react, and instead respond wise in time in the moment, and own it with NO mistakes, just OFLs, Opportunities For Learning… own it, and… can the reasons as they are unreasonable there. You. Are. Already. There. DO you live or die? Do you live or die trying. Do you live by dying trying to be reborn the next morning with your back propped up on the back wheel of an ambulance.
In total depth of darkness, first you’ll see a spark, then a crack, and from this crack will flow your unborn soul. ~ Altered States
Death is the mother of memory, nourishes the future in dreams.
Yes, they water the garden to nourish value, to nurture what’s important. To build value. Though, do you continually Amend Your Inner Soil?
May I suggest that Your Presence Is Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within. Can you resonate with…. . “Go YOU!”
Is guilt simply shame you allowed To digest? Cool. So what? That’s what ablution’s for, to get you back to you. And, shame? Can you slip that shit by side-stepping to literally slip it with wit and humor… with such things when you feel uncomfortable with something like, “:), your words not mine.” And, leave it that, not integrating another trauma to be resolved?
I don’t know about you, though that docket’s full already, and there’s no cutting in line.
If you stop to address every barking dog…. (Kinda thing) ~ Winston Churchill
What I heard as I came to, came back to consciousness at 5:45a after getting myself off Mt Democrat and Leg leg blown Creature From The Black Lagoon dragging it and myself back to camp at the base at just after 3am. … Hearing my name, I collapsed.
His heart rate has been locked at 51 bpm for the last 2 hours since he’s been here. I don’t know how he did that, though I gather it was to evaporate anxiety to get ‘er done. 51 bpm and 120 over 70 under full life-threatening stress. Oh, here he comes. ‘Hey Brown Eyes. Where Ya Been?’
~ Paramedic whose name would never stick. Thank you Paramedic-Person For keeping me alive by just staying there in front of me as I began to try to make my way back. Your presence gave me a beacon.
When you think there is only darkness, close your two eyes to open the 3rd. When you think there is only darkness, look again. Maybe it’s you that are the light With no need of a mirror. That’s something you can share. It’s a gift to the world.
I heard that. Yes, you are right. I breathed my Heart into Cruise Control. No anxiety or worry. I was sure I was going to die 2,000 vertical feet down the scree field. So, what did I do? I turned around, looked up that infinite sand hill… ‘Yup. I’m going to die. But, (pointing up the incline) I’m going to die going THAT way.‘ Will you epi-pen me or Shake me or something? Now, I can’t get it out of that gear. I love her response. No, I won’t. I’ll give you this cold burger they got for you just in case, and sit here in silence with you as you keep making your way back as slowly as you need. You already shocked your system. Eat. No need to stir the water. You did that up there. It’ll clear. Your heart will thaw into reg. Why do you keep throwing off the blankets? You did that in your sleep, too. I don’t understand. It’s 19 degrees, and you’re in shorts and a T-shirt. I think I cracked a smile which cracked open my lips again to warmly drip blood down my chin On the burger. Yum. My Own Life Sauce. Cold? I don’t feel cold right now. The blankets are too hot. As she blotted my bleeding, she smiled. That tells me again you’re not back yet. Well, YOU are back, just that YOU yourself are not here yet. We sat for an hour. The Silence may have been the best conversation I’ve ever had, right along with the best burger ever.
Don’t waste trouble.
~ Paul Pennock, P.E.
I made a diamond out of my misfortune.
~ Jodorowski’s Chariot
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Yessssssss, the Hierophant on a bad day is often considered to be the stubborn, unbending Traditionalist. Though, I don’t feel him/her that way. Those people aren’t Hierophants. They are patriarchal and afraid and confused with an inner fabric of unresolved Trauma issues where they are consequently dyslexically obsequious sycophants, regardless of gender — binary, mixed, or otherwise. Maybe even Solipsistic Transcendentalists. Though, I’ll belay the last for another day.
I’ll play my naive card for a second to back up on my previous statement and not be so mean as the song goes. I feel everyone is good at something. Everyone. And, those people? Yes, they are good at something, too, and deserve my support for their goodness. So, I support their goodness. They are certainly good at something. They are really good at being dicks.
I feel that it’s important to be genuinely comfortable and confident with one’s intensities. The natural ones. The ones developed over a lifetime. They’re attuned because they are integrated, they are ablution as they in their highest form come from total immersion over time.
In the animal kingdom, preying on the old and the weak and the young = breakfast, lunch, and/or dinner. When people do that? It’s without question weak and mean and cruel.
Have we seen that recently in the literal and weak bully pulpit of recent sex crimes exposed in the religious (uh hem… alleged Hierophantic) community?
Did you notice? I mentioned nothing about Lewis’ race? Why would I? Yes, he’s black. Dafuq a bunch o’ that. He’s simply one of THE greats in F1… EVER! ‘Nuff said. Why in the hell would that even need that adjective portion to expressing him? Have you seen him drive?! Ayrton Senna is Most likely up there in Heaven for the weather and in Hell for the company BEAMING with the likes of Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde and Carl Jung And Julia Morgan cheering Hamilton on… I gather.
I hear they’re serving red today. Carmenere and Malbec…
Maybe some Priorat, too. Quite an international crowd.
And, George Floyd? That was a modern day lynching. Un… Un-dafuqin-acceptable! Period. Something must be done. What are we going to do with all this future we have With things like this… NOW!
I feel the Hierophant to be made of the spiritual crown that sits on the Inner Throne of heartfelt perspectives born of integrated experience. Otherwise, known as wise, or The Sophia Principle.
The Hierophant is a Song That opens you up to be inspired by how they intensely and almost instantly untangle you from your own inner briar patches. We all have them, I have them.
We certainly cannot hire that man. Not a chance.
Why Mr. Churchill?
Because he said he has no vices. Either, he’s a liar in denial, or he really is THAT boring. Either way that’s a bust. ~ Winston Churchill
quote… please kneel to the Google Oracle and search. You might find some other gems.. 🙂
I used to be an Architect, maybe I still am. I simply build differently now that I found myself. And yes, May 5th, 2008 put a cannonball through my stomach to hardscrabble scratch and claw until in 2014 when I closed my own firm after 12 years… well… kinda.
I stood up and said, Enough! The snake his skin shedded, the snake his skin not missed… like chaff, from the wheat, in the wind. I wisened. I turned. I shed. I am thankful for the moment I did. Restart? Already did. Differently. Questions are important. Ask me again on that tomorrow so to speak.
I feel there are sanctuaries built in great questions, sacred places of inner reverence that are not egomaniacal, that provide the opportunity for the ablution of immersion. And, I feel that helps self-center Self where you can HEAR your own voice and resonance and personal and resonant chords WHEN they are struck. Sometimes, even wise in time IN the moment.
Questions, like two of my own…
Are you strong enough and comfortable enough in your intensities to be comfortably gentle? You know, like a tiger with a tiger? Effin comfy, and MAJESTIC Presence As Architecture there.
What sacred cornerstone in your life do you brace against?
I feel the fluid fluency of ImaginAction is more than everything, actionable imagination in ImaginAction as it takes death as the mother of memory to flow in and nourish future dreams in the Soul Garden of the perpetual present.
You see, I literally lost my creativity, and my imagination shortly followed suit 4 years ago. Both desiccated, died on the vine to slip back into some infinitely far place inside. It’s intense 3-year long trauma that did that. It’s is a common occurrence. PTSD literally scars one over like a psychic burn victim. I came to my senses one day, and left. After I exited the situation, it didn’t sit right with me at all that me, an Architect, Painter, Tarot Reader & Author, Astrologer, Poet, Writer, etc etc was no longer creative, no longer had an imagination or access to it. Problem-solving never left, though in the context of MIA creativity and imagination, that’s just permutations like Tetris, and finite
As I am want to do, I took the long way home so to speak. I discovered Brainspotting therapy, and for 3 years went bi-weekly/monthly. 18 months out from that, now, I’m certainly back, and I consider my creativity and imagination to be even stronger now, as boundaries were also developed so I could inflate to pressurize myself to look just like me.
So, it’s imagination, and ImaginAction to me that is more than everything. Imagination commands my inner and outer infinities with fluid fluency without being vague or nebulous. A bit Neptunian, yes, though not nebulous.
So, it’s imagination and ImaginAction. They are certainly my “more than everything.”
Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen
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… often Powerful Witness, rarely comfortable? Nope. Comfortable in empathy, the mode of Rock of Gibraltar mode always. It’s not about not taking it personally when someone rails, is it? If you care about them, it’s Rock of Gibraltar to the Ocean-speak receiving, especially when unsaid and hearing, ”Your words, not mine. About you, not me. And, I full-on understood you trusted enough to confess that about yourself. I’m still listening.” … of course within limits. Certainly, don’t put yourself in danger.
Glad? And, nothing can be moved by the ocean, no matter how stormy, kinda thing? …
as the ocean, it needed to ebb and flow,
And sometimes more intensely than others.
And, the rock? It needed to listen.
Your job is simple, no less intense for it, though simple.
Listen to what you didn’t say. And, then don’t… because you if you didn’t say it, you didn’t feel it. It never was. Don’t make things out of not-things. Instead…
Wisen your future experiences in the perpetual present by…
… as the ocean, it needed to ebb and flow,
And sometimes more intensely than others.
And, the rock? It needed to listen.
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ImaginAction (c) 2008 – 2020 Jordan Hoggard
Blog (c) 2020 Jordan Hoggard
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