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…which will be Direct In Aries (Full Harvest Moon Officially full at 5:05p EST on 10/1, not Mars Rx) until it journeys into the Psychic Synapse dark passage Void Of Course at 1:47a on 10/3 to emerge at 11:12a on 10/3 in Taurus. Thank You Harvest Moon. May Golden Splendor flow up from within to navigate fissures of Self from within as Kintsukuroi of Self connections rather than scars. May the celebration of the embrace of the experience be as Iolite to always navigate day or night directly.
A(wo)*men
*Lilith got a bad wrap. Men spread seed. Lilith spread life. Nothing to fault her in the negative there. She may not have talked such a good game uttering the ineffable, but DAYum can she box! Like Kali braced against the ultimate calm cornerstone of Shiva so her actions don’t slip one bit when she moves. To brace against her cornerstone of Shiva, she engages her full power without diminishment. Simply high intensity when uncut identity presents?
To my knowledge there are ZERO laws regulating mens’ bodies. I firmly feel that is the same number that should regulate womens’ bodies. Temple in Man, Temple in Woman… Both-And whole, Temple in (Wo)Man, Temple Of (Wo)Man. Temple of Self. Here’s to solid and fluid balance of the Sacred Feminine and the Sacred Masculine for wholeness for each of us. Hey, like Oscar Wilde was fond of saying, Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.
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Digging deep in my files looking for something else, I find a week’s work from 2014. Daily flower arrangements from the land on a semi-arid mesa in New Mexico 20+ miles outside of Santa Fe. Someone made the comment, There is only brown and green and rocks and briars here. My eyebrows went up as I, Hold on. I’ll be back in 30 minutes to an hour. Please take…. hmmm, THAT vertical glass vase, and fill it up to half-ish with water. And, hiking boots zipped back up, I went out on the 50 acres, through the flats, down into the 2 Arroyos, up the steeps 600 feet or so higher, as I eyeball, discern, pick, compose, surrender to goallessness simply enjoying the walk with purpose.
45 minutes to an hour later I walk back up off the land onto the deck and to the back door with my ingredients behind my back. I poke my head in the door. Where’s the vase? They point to it. Ok, all y’all out the front door. Scat. I’ll call you back in in a few. As I park my bounty on the butcher block Kitchen island, I feel a cascade of ablution tingles wash through me. Nice way to start art I’d say. I proceed to pick and push and snip and place and smile and NAH NO WAY interrogating tensions and relish and cherish this assemblage moment. Then, my head bounces back just like when I finish a painting. It’s a moment easily missed, and I you miss it, all you say later after you effed it up is, Ahhh, you had to touch it, didn’t you. Just haddddd to touch it.
A heart in love with beauty never grows old.
~ Turkish Proverb
But, that Day, at that time, I listened, felt the visceral CLICK like the last tumbler of a safe as it makes the invitation to welcome sound… click. I step back. I turn it around. It doesn’t have a Janus-face front and back. Doesn’t have a good side. Works in all 360 degrees, simply has a different gesture, different identity, different tenor of perspective in the chords the bouquet strikes to resonate. And, I place it off center on the dining table, say, Yup, the center is not necessarily in the middle. The center is simply where you place your energy in focus.
Laughing, a little Loki-impish happy, I walk over and knock on the front door from the inside. Anyone home out there? They open the door a little quizzled. Why are you knocking from the inside. Anyone home out here? What are you up to? Cupped hands raised up, Oh. I thought you guys might want to be liberated from your freedom out there on the front porch. Come on in from that home to this one and follow your wonderment. See what you find on your own.
One back-side-step over, I held the door open as one by one, we all experienced one of these together. Now, I honestly cannot remember which was the 1st. It was a week of circles that found themselves alive, those tidy points in sync where the rooster tail of the Architect’s compass lead swings around to Ouroburos tail-bite lap over its start point with a seamless segue in the fluid fluency of a caterpillar of an arc as it transforms into its unsquared circle butterfly identity re-incarnated as more infinite beauty in potentiality accessible only by action and silences, Empathic Silences.
This was the day I discovered wild bean flowers that grew along the banks of the Arroyos. I had not seen them before. Maybe like O’keefe would say of my beans discovery, You look, though do you see? That day I did. Their seeds, several stuck between rocks that had not re-touched the earth at the ground, dark and hard and shiny purple-black. Their flowers, whites and pinks and deeper fucsha’d pinks all from the same tribe, each one’s petal gesture receptive like the cup of a hand.
From hard to soft. From dark to light, and from all places within and around and in between, the 4th-character voice of the A U M, the 4th character Empathic Silences of all the spaces within and between and all around. The spaces between the notes, the Psychic Synapses of seamless segues in the fluid fluency of heartfelt connection and laughter that day were open. I now have an experiential awareness of the origin of the magic beans story, another in the community that sing clear the guts of the process where dark lead transforms through action into Psychic Gold, a place where glasses are never half full or half empty. Everyone’s is refillable. Everyone refills to the brim so they can spill a little beauty here and there.
Beauty is the spill you don’t have to clean up.
How can you spill a little beauty today?
Laughter is the shortest distance between people.
~ Victor Borge
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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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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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…Yes, we are. Well put. When we are not ourselves, when we do not actionably put into place our dreams, there’s a hole in the Universe puzzle where we were supposed to be. No reason to be MIA from oneself in one’s own life. It’s impossible to hide from ourselves anyway as we know where we are. Though, strangely as it were, people ARE able to hide themselves away from themselves. Beautifully En Ig Mat Ic.
I prefer to reveal character and keep my boundaries on a workout regimen to both train people how to treat me, as well as enhance, reinforce, and strengthen them. Them, meaning my own character of identity, and them meaning other people as I feel we enhance and amplify one another as we stretch together experiencing one another’s perspective.
That in itself is simply one tool I use to tune the clarity of my voice and vision through action as one would tune a piano. Not nebulous at all. A little Neptunian boundarylessness, though not vague. And, maybe not even a tool at all as more often than not it’s simply how I operate. Practice 10,000 kicks and cool, though so what? Practice one kick 10,000 times, and the mind forgets as the body remembers. Things focused on and immersed in or with integrate things naturally. That’s why it erodes people over time to stay in negative or toxic environments, regardless of how centered they are. Water conforms to its cup. You get shaped. Shit spatters, and that stuff gets in.
Water confirms to its cup.
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless – like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in ateapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. ~ Bruce Lee
Be fluid, though don’t blindly go with the flow. Only dead fish go with the flow. Turn upstream to strengthen. Experience the water bringing the food downstream to you.
There are no dead end roads. When you get to the end of one, what’s the view? What’s the vantage point? What’s the advantage point? Pause. What’s the workability there you would have otherwise never experienced? Can there be any MORE questions in this paragraph?
Experience The Advantage Point before going, hmmmppph. Worth keeping the experience? Cool. New jewel of experience. Not Worth keeping? Just as cool, so don’t. Cut it. Drop it. Dissolve-evaporate-release it fully. No goodbyes, certainly no long goodbyes. Let go like deadheading pansies, and feel your energy no longer spent there further fuel what you do keep. Feel how deadheading keeps things fresh and viscerally vibrant.
As I expressed in the Imagination Primer book portion of Tarot in the Land of Mystereum ( (c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard, published by Schiffer Publications 2011), Forgetting is for getting. It makes more room for the good stuff. There are also no failures. Only OFLEs. OpportunitIes For Learning Experienced. I don’t look for the positive in negative situations. I look for the workability.
As soon as as you concern yourself with the ‘good’ or ‘bad’ of your fellows, you create an opening in your heart for maliciousness to enter. Testing, competing with, and criticizing others weakens and defeats you. ~ Morihei Ueshiba
Quoted from The Art of Peace by Morihei Ueshiba, founder of Aikido. Translated by John Stevens, 2007, Shambhala
There is a way of survival which helps and strengthens you; there is a way of destruction, which pushes you into oblivion.
Quoted from The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Translated by Thomas Cleary. 2005, Shambhala
Embrace the creation and destruction and making and Death As the Master Gardener in the unforgivingly interrogating tensions of the creative act where edits are integrated and/or disappeared as effortlessly as chaff, from wheat, in the wind.
Just like Nature’ll kill ya in an instant high above treeline above 14,000 feet on a 14’er, allow YOUR Inner Nature to be as natural. Roll the weather in and out through the world of your creativity As Nature does in the world. No malice. No rage. No happy or sad or glad. 100%, pure, uncut identity. That’s intensity. Take the care of the Alchemist, though. Like 100% cranberry juice is toxic, has to be cut with apple juice or other, so it is with your deep well, your Inner Inhertiances and innate talents you’ve developed into abilities. Do you flow or crash? People conform to the cup and vessel of their world. What shape have you made your world into on the potter’s wheel of your life? How do YOU grow a Lotus out of the mud so to speak?
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Heck, even fear and stress are solid navigation tools when not allowed to be hijacked by anxiety which distorts it into being afraid. DUCK! Yep, glad I listened. Fear can be like radar, like a cone zone on the highway. No need to drive through the cones and off the portion of the bridge that’s out. Well, if you have a flying car… Otherwise, that’s on you.
And, FEAR, like the butterflies in the stomach before a speech kind of fear that’s really your body warming you up, your nerves reaching out, your nerves engaged in preparation for activity. Your anxiety will never tell you you are in danger, because anxiety is what will get you in danger in the 1st place. Fear doesn’t step in the pothole twice. The next time, fear will walk you around a different way never to engage that pothole again.
Before the speech? Your Will will tell you it’s just warming up the car, preparation for activity nerves. Fear, is Radar Love. FEAR. Feeling Energized And Ready yet?
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Thank You Tuesday Serendipity Intineraries are about sharing my weekly blog field trips, my eExperiences, so that maybe you find some new people who you resonate with, enjoy and/or follow and/or simply experience. Explore the Serendipity Itineraries Below where I share the trailhead, stacked stone cairns of paths I’ve experienced over the past week from people I follow, new people and places I’ve found, and just because they came to mind and I put them in the menu.
If you have a blog or video or similar that you’ve produced that supports any comment you make here, or want to add in to the sandbox, you have my express permission to link to it in your comment. Please do. By all means self-promote. Add more to the Serendipity Itinerary and gift people more places to visit and experience!
Don’t toot your own horn. Seriously?! Shaking head.
Somebody’s gotta start the band. Uh 1 a 2 a 1 2 3…
Philip Edwards Pmespeak’s Blog ~ Remember! Once warmth was without fire. Our antiquity is animated!
Jane Lurie Photography ~ powerful, evocative freeze-frames of architectural images that are definitely not secretly active. These images live out loud! They are as natural as they are refined, like an exquisitely cut emerald or sapphire or ruby refined. There’s nothing hidden in the rough here.
Charlotte Heather ~ Soprano. Charlotte and her partner are doing weekly balcony concerts in the UK!
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.
Dr. Eric Perry ~ Psychology to Motivate | Inspire | Uplift. Wonderfully full and relevant and engaged Psychology articles with clarity of voice.
Holly Troy ~ Cosmic Holly. Perennial Gemini in bloom. Naturalized. Excellent garden with music, too!
Mary K. Greer’s Tarot Blog ~ Tarot helps you meet whatever comes in the best possible way.
Timothy Price ~ Off Center & Not Even. Is variety the spice of life? Go here and see!
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. You talk a good game, 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.
Bonnie Hubly ~ Watercolors on Pinterest. Full. Robust. Full of feeling and fluid fluency and flow. Majestic. Hi Mom!
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.
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Don’t get too absorbed in your emotions, stay self-aware and observe your emotions calmly.
In a nodding and silent yes, I breathe-feel out a prayer, … and, while you are observing, while you dwell in your promontory of Self quietitude, breathing deeply as your awareness amplifies, …may you meet and congregate fully with your emotions, you as their leader, … nodding… no reason to allow your emotions to dictate how you feel… no reasons for your emotions to speak for you… as the emotions’ jobs of messaging Your feelings cascades to a fullness of how you hold yourself in high regard… And you speak for yourself after being informed by your Wise Inner Counsel, you yourself become your promontory as you simply gaze out, Nature incarnate
IN and AS You yourself present.
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I am SO not disturbed by this. Instead. I have tingles and Yesses. Yes, Disturbed is simply a wonderful band name, And his bio sometimes alludes to it psychologically in so many words, and his voice is SO developed. SO many ins and outs of vocal techniques in seamless segues of execution. Especially, on this one. I am a huge Disturbed fan, though I was PLUSSED full-on when I 1st experienced this.
This doesn’t feel like a cover, he made it his own. Though, nonetheless, it’s of course still a cover. An artful one in video, music, and the music of the voice In its entirety. Moving is a word. I use that one.
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