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I Don’t Believe in Bad Cards. None. Notta One! 5 of Pents, 1min 06secs

It can take a while, be quite a process, to get to 1 minute 06 seconds. Brevity’s not the soul of wit on this one. The 5 of Pents can be quite a journey, quite a mountain to climb. C’est la vie 🙂

I don’t believe in Tarot or Astrology, a neighbor recently expressed.  Hmmm. GOOD! I don’t, either!

WHAT?!! What do you mean you don’t believe in Tarot or Astrology?! You’re a TAROT READER. You’re a TAROT AUTHOR. You’re an ASTROLOGER for cryin’ out loud! Don’t you make your living with that stuff?!

[[ (:) Laughing to myself. Thinking, glad they had good grammar with the ‘an’ before the ‘a.’ In Astrologer(:) ]]

I don’t believe in my range or fridge, either. (Credit shout shout to Shawn Nicole, James Wells) I use them often to provide nourishment, though. They got it. They saw my perspective, and sorta started seeing their own in a different way. Inspect what you expect, I said (Unknown author, and I’m currently for some beautifully unreasonable reason not trusting the mixed message attributions given for the quote when kneeling to the Google Oracle.)

My Personal Pentacle

Natal Astrology Chart as Personal Pentacle on my fave leather deck box

I don’t believe in Tarot. I don’t believe in my range. I don’t believe in bad cards in the Tarot, either. Further, though, I feel bad cards don’t exist in the Tarot. Like dogs and cats and children and people. No bad cards, only bad owners — all the adults out there, yes, that’s you. Aren’t we each responsible to adult in the ways that only each of us can own as we’re now the parent of ourself? Hmmm, yes, no, maybe. Though, I presumptuously and pedantically digress. Doncha hate it when that happens? No, wait, that’s process. Ok, NOW the digression’s over. Geez. I’m getting tugged on this one. Love it. So many dodges, parries, and slips to keep to what I originally wanted to express. No bad cards.

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A matter of perspective, life experience, and the proper wits and will to utilize one’s life experiences tend to tenor and cascade through the flow of a reading.

I’ll say it again. Inspect what you inspect. Especially, from yourself before, during, and after readings.

Inspect what you inspect, and be fluid. Don’t go with the flow. Only dead fish go with the flow.

You see, I have a secret. It’s a public secret if you know me. Though, nonetheless it seems to resurface enough times like some kind of public Alzheimer’s is present so that it continually reverts to presenting itself as a secret. I could take a different path by simply denying it next time, and it might not ever come up again. WhatsUp with the forgetfulness? I mean. I’ve only been radio silent for 7+ years. Confusing? Maybe it is a naive denial on my part. Oh, WAIT! Nope, its the secret part that hides in plain sight.

My secret? I have a mantra. It’s simple to me. It may not set right for others. Though, after almost dying on the mountain (+ 2 additional other times, both on a mountain) I began to full-on understand the relationship of blood and rocks and sand and Nature itself, and my responsibility to my creativity and imagination. They desiccated and disappeared for 8 years (from May 2008 when they started going — that’s another blog) to 3+ years ago when I started Brainspotting with a Psychologist knowing my normal prolific creating had been gone too long to ignore. It was approx 17 years after the mountain in 1999. Mt Democrat. To close that out, I certainly put in my vote there.

It’s a very common symptom of intense PTSD. Very common to lose creativity, then have your imagination follow suit. It’s often gradual enough that you acclimate at each step to disappearing little by little. Now? Year 12 after May of 2008 (the financial crash), and year 21 after the experience, here I am. I climbed a different mountain in the background across these 17 – 21 Cicada Years.

So, maybe it’s just that I’ve stared death in the face and reached out a hand to call the bluff. Then again, death mighta just yanked. So, that wasn’t it. Plus, that would be hubris just askin’ for it. Hubris, Easy to taunt, easy to fool. ~ The 300.  I’ll call it Nature, and Nature’ll kill ya, and/or like you very much inside with fortitude beyond your imagination. I didn’t beat Nature. I didn’t win. I found my own Nature inside that day, and I lived. It only took me 21 years to come into my own with it. So, my mantra settles right in with me. What is it, you ask? DAYum this is a long prelude. Ok, no more teasing. Here it is:

Don’t waste trouble.

That is one of my breaths. It has its bindu back-and-forths deceptively long and short. don’t waste trouble plays its part in the breath of my path, In fact, it reigns In my sovereignty like an expert violinist carrying one note for just about ever as if it’s only one note and one motion. There’s something hiding in plain sight. It’s not only one note in one, continuous motion. That’s the poetry of their expertise at play. it’s kelpingly fluid seamless segues of moments in motion continually in movement. It’s also much like freehanding a perfect circle where you are always in a constant tangential change of direction. One must dispense with analysis and order to flow with their own way to abduce and draw out a circle. Drawing a circle with a big Sumi brush is beyond meditation. It’s like a personal ET abduction where one abducts themself in finding their true way. Then, the calligraphy starts. And, you thought the circle was difficult! LOL

Train until the mind forgets and the body remembers. ~ Ip Man (Yip Man)

I guess that bindu breath violin bow action and drawing a circle are like heartbeats over a lifetime.

Don’t  waste trouble. Sovereign. Will you say it out loud?

I am Sovereign. Don’t waste trouble.

Don’t. Waste. Trouble. Am I sovereign? I Am sovereign. Can you explore that question in yourself? Can you shed those words to explore it further?

The 5 of Pents card often provides trouble for people VERY OFTEN. I’ve heard it called a bad card more times than I can count. And, I’ve heard it called much worse as well. Maybe Urban Dictionary will document those new expletives.

It’s wonderfully evident why people consider the 5 of Pents a bad card for a whole host of reasons which I won’t go into here. Though, I don’t see it that way. Neither, do I see the 5 as a chaos number, nor the 7. I see 5 as a, maybe even THE, number of Nature — though I would fight myself over that to promote the 9, the Nin, the Tao of a certain Japanese martial and meditation system. 5 and 7 operate like the weather, not like emotion. There are certainly plenty of attributions one can aptly dance back and forth, though from my perspective 5 is a number that just does as if without thought or will. Like Nature. 5’s mind has forgotten, and 5’s body remembers is the way I see it.

So, we got past the false summits of the climb up to over 14K feet above sea level on a 14’er blog post. So, now we experience the expansive view. Here’s an example of one of my Don’t Waste Trouble mantra-breath-violin-bow-bindu thoughts in regards to a bad card.

I gift the upcoming 5 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment video to amplify anyone’s Inner Snake Tooth to direct itself to poke and lacerate and liberate and emancipate themself from the Snake-Egg Valence Shells and Loki Onion Skins borne mostly of trauma, and begin to further become the fresh serpent so to speak, his/her skin shedded, his/her skin not missed. Was that a long enough sentence forming a whole paragraph? Climb a mountain and have trouble, and that was a blip. Ya gotta say Fuck blog and SEO guidelines on the mountain. It is what is is, and Nature’ll kill ya if you aren’t natural there. No malice, no motive. Nature’ll kill ya on the mountain if you don’t listen to fear as a trusted guide and ally and allow anxiety to hijack it into it’s being afraid mold.

My gig is knowing this process lasted a lifetime, though not to tire through what seemed exhaustingly infinite Loki Onion Skins and Egg Tooth Valence Shells. I remember Mt Democrat. That was exhaustion. I literally almost saved myself to death that day and through the night. This is not that. This is your subtle, daily goings on, and frankly that may be much more intense over time than almost dying on a mountain. Take care of the little things, and you will be given much. ~Bible — as it alludes to keeping your filter clean, not letting things build up, and getting shit done actionably. Like with a sword, ya gotta work clean to live and die and make it back down to base camp on the mountain of life without cutting off your own leg.

Moving forward, when the 5 of Pentacles comes up, I suggest, how can you not waste trouble?

Here’s one of my odes to No Bad Cards, the 5 of Pents Mystereum Tarot Moment. Here’s to you living life your way!

From Tarot in the Land of Mystereum

What has has always been.
What is has always been.
What will be has always been.
~ Louis I. Kahn

Past, present, and/or future trouble?

Please don’t live in it. Immerse WITH it and MEET it.

Undisguise some blessings from inside today.

 

How can YOU not waste trouble today?

Ace of Pentacles     2 of Pentacles    3 of Pentacles    4 of Pentacles

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4 of Pents Congrats to Mystereum!

I woke up in the middle of the night and smiled as I remembered an honor that is dear and magnetic and powerful to me. It was like an awake-dream, a theosophic vision launched straight out of my dreams. I sat up kelping in slow movements very liminal like I was un-knocked out into awareness, and probably had quite a goofy looking smile like a cat with its tongue just stuck there stuck out a bit. There was a blurry image coming forward and into focus as I came to. It was the rockin’ Tarot package Schiffer Publications published in 2011. That’s certainly an honor, though that wasn’t the magnetic memory that pulled me up out of dream orbits.

My book and deck package Tarot in the Land of Mystereum was named 39th out of the Top 50 Most Essential Tarot Decks By the Tarosophy Tarot Association a good while back! I have to say, being stirred out of sleep by a magnetic memory like that is ridiculously cool! What a great talisman for the night, the day, and moving forward! Lyra, my German Shepherd, may want to go out now for a middle of the night walk, and I’m pretty dang sure I’ll be meeting the pillow again soon after, though I wanted to share this magical moment while it was fresh, to keep its movement going out into the night, the world, and into and throughout the day.

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Ace of Pentacles     2 of Pentacles    3 of Pentacles

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The Wisdom of the Heartfelt Hierophant

I am resonant as I re-read something that struck chords in me 20 years ago. It stood and still stands as one of my faves, and of course it feels different this time. No longer an Initiate, I initiate myself, feel a new charge cascade in tingles throughout me like when you hear someone sing in just that way that wonderfully waterfalls an ablution inside you.

This time around, my Hermit-Devil character, assemblage of Magician on the Right, Priestess on the Left, this time with them married within me form is again made from the formless. The cairn on the path of this passage is not unconsciously passed by this time with sparkly eyes drunk on wonderment. To clarify, that was a good thing. To enter. To enter from a place inside where reasons are unreasonable. To enter fully, because my I Am must, I had to, and so I did. I had a choice, though I am My Am. I did not bow my sovereignty to Must then. I stepped into the unknown with it bringing in Tarot full force alongside Architecture,Art, Alchemy, Poetry, and Psychology. It may have been one of the most important and courageous things I’ve done. Fears then were simply signs to inform my awareness. Acceptable risk was even off to the side behind me, left somewhere in the dust. Being afraid was like anxiety and worry, a waste of energy. I had plenty of fear, though being afraid was not a quality of them. Being aware in a manner where fear was simply the wise Counsel of Nature, of what was, is, and potentially will be. I entered fully, without a net. I stepped past my own steps.

As I immerse in the fresh discovery of my previous, first footprints that began an important cycle back then, I pause in respectful Silence and cherish the wild intensity of my creativity then. I steep, aware and conscious of this milestone moment of a new cycle, passage into a new orbit. I feel like the serpent maybe does just before it bites its own tail. I live in the meditative moment where the world of the serpent experiences that quark of a millisecond AS it bites its tail, becomes the Uroburos, and disappears Forever to bleed itself out of the serpent, out of the tip of the lead into the circle.

New circles, such as the one I have just had the honor to experience, make all things go ‘round. Awake again, I step more fully into into my previous footsteps, their paired and alive, talismanic artifacts, and stand like a Temple on their unseen stylobate, their fecund made-of-earth foundation. We stand together as I breathe the joy of being refreshed. As we stand together, One, my heartbeat fuels the next evolution, the earth’s presence rises from my feet with their groundgrabber toes up and throughout me, and my future orbits begin to present themselves to come more into focus. I will not describe them now. That would be a disrespectful irritant of a grain of sand, an undue influence to their soft oyster newness. As a Creator, I am deftly familiar with the responsibility to be the rock under which freshly molted ideas hover under my watch as they acclimate to move and make form from the formless. No irritants allowed. No grain of sand. I’m not out to make a pearl. Here, in a new circle, the snake his skin shedded to artifact steps, the snake his skin not missed Moves forward.

Enough about me. Back to the book that transported me above to right here. As I immersed into this book this time, a particular line struck me as one of my favorite assemblies of words to date. It may stand as the most concise and clear statement about creativity and divination that hasn’t lost its heart to the analytical, hasn’t divorced beauty to forsake its heart for a mistress of structure. For sure it’s no skeleton in a biology class used with overt irony as fact to discuss living things. It’s skeleton, it’s structure, is embedded within it like a 4 of Pentacles hidden bridge, and it’s still possibly an invertebrate. I needn’t know that distinction. The snake, his skin not missed resonates throughout with the chords struck by what i will refer to as The Astral of Ancestral Divination, and Forensic Archeological Empathy. No old, desiccated Hermit sitting in a Hierophant throne here. This is the Hierophant, wisdom from experience immersed in the throne of the heartfelt. Enjoy this assembly of words, this quote from someone whose politics in life I firmly do without, whose work I respect and value to the utmost. If it whets your whistle, enjoy!:

Symbolic representation and imagistic writing are the pure hieratic forms of esoteric expression. Through symbolism, and through it alone can we read the thought of the Ancients. It is only through the symbolical that we will be able to coordinate the known elements of this great civilization and that the writing may take on its true meaning.    ~ R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz — The Temple In Manp. 19

 

 

 

May you wake to The Sun of who you are with actionable and clear purpose comfortable with the not-knowing.

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Tarot ~ Ostara ~ The Day of the Balanced Dance

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Enjoy your Tarot BlogHop for Ostara.

You can hop back to Bonnie Fernandes’ blog or forward to Chloe for TABI’s blog.

Enjoy Your Ostara and every moment equal across the day!  Heck, maybe even allow Moira and your internal sense of time to play in through the spaces between your notes to help you select YOUR natural sense of timing today.

Hi!  Jordan Hoggard here.  A fun and sacred Ostara to You!  Join me along this segment of the Tarot BlogHop as I celebrate resurrection and rebirth in my way…as the one, Trinity Soul heartbeat making the Us in healthy relationships.  So, let’s get to danicin’ shall we?!!

The Day of the Balanced Dance

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
~ Rumi
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful that the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
Judgment
Nature’s Dance Hall.  Archetypally perennial resurrection holding space for movement.
Queen of Pentacles
The Event Coordinator master gardening the scene.  A worldly Empress,
Empress
Higher octave Queen of Pentacles.  A Yoniverse carrying things to full term.
9 of Pentacles
The partnering of the dance of an equal day and night day = more clarity for the nuance of cleanly and purely being fully present and conscious and aware to take care with how you reveal and unfold your purity in the present in your life… best expressed by how you dance?   The number 9 expresses a sacred partnership within itself, a divine and continual unfolding AS both its dna AND its mode of being… one and the same.  9 dynamically and simply steps up to the plate fully present and heartfelt as it expresses itself with its internal dance partners:
The double-colon between the numbers ”  ::  ”  =’ing inner partners sacredly embraced naturally, and
09 09 18 27 36 45 :: 54 63 72 81 90
Notice how the partners express one another though are each their own as they dance together…
they do not mirror or project… they flow together like kelp and the ocean…
bring into being one Trinity Soul like the Trinity Soul Seat for the Mind of Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers…
09 18 27 36 45
90 81 72 63 54
Always ask the mind to take a seat.  The heart and soul are healthier leaders.
Hermit
The interstice, the space between and within the dancers.  still in Silence, the full inner activity of the Om 4 charactered voice of the Univers A U M (Silence all around and as the space between the sounds / notes)
The Devil
Sacred Masculine God ~ Goddess as the DJ.  Beyond the canned notions of addiction and inhibition for the Devil there is a field, a place of purity supporting life fully engaging the higher octaves of earthly desires. To live fully in love and in love with one’s betrothed is no chain, no ball and chain.  To live fully in love and in love with one’s betrothed enhances each other’s freedom as they pulse together into being the single heartbeat of the love-warmed Trinity Soul. Each couples’ Us that is entirely their own… and not subject to the notions of others.
So, in the liminal twilight space of Ostara in the dawn between equidistant Janus-to-and-from the dusk both between the night and the day each… while you decide how the above cascades in to resonate or be tossed… for Ostara… feel into this next mini-series of lines…
Reasons are unreasonable in love
Love is a socially acceptable insanity. (author = Amy. I don;t know who that is though I like it immensely)
Lovers love what they love, together… regardless…
Nature doesn’t have to convince me when it’s raining,
and fully the same as Nature,
my love, my dearest love does not have to convince me of her love…
her love as present as the rain,
as fully supportive as the ocean…

Twilight,the magical space of dusk and dawn, the magical spaces between night and day, between day and night.  Twilight dawn, twilight dusk, each day the magical twilight twice.

So, here is a gift of a poem for your Balanced Ostara Dance…

Our Us Is Our Prayer

There comes one
who I know like wind
like rain upon the ocean.
And, as wintertime comes,
and our memories freeze together,
together may we sleep and dream.
So, that come the springtime
as we embrace with open eyes,
may we melt
back together
in warm embrace…
in the Trinity Soul heartbeat
that is Us
in each others’ arms
always.
Amen.

So, put your mind away today.

Today, on Ostara, lead with your heart…

Shall we dance?

[[insert 3 of Cups]]

Enjoy your Tarot BlogHop for Ostara.

You can hop back to Bonnie Fernandes’ blog or forward to Chloe for TABI’s blog.

Enjoy Your Ostara and every moment equal across the day!  Heck, maybe even allow Moira and your internal sense of time to play in through the spaces between your notes to help you select YOUR natural sense of timing today.

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Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places

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Fool? Neh, You Are Hard To Get Over

Hard to get over?


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Prescient Remembrance, Vol.5, The One Night Stand

Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death is a 10-volume story series by Jordan Hoggard told in poetry. A vampire. In Volume 5, “The One Night Stand,” our seeker begins to open sparks of consciousness in his sleep. Awakening this new awareness his slumbering eyes begin to thaw as he is found by…

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Prescient Remembrance: vol.5, The One Night Night.

Bite the Night, and . . . Pass it on.

Stay Tuned.

Vol. 6, The Vampire’s Offspring  + .mp3 audio narrations for your iPod

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Posted by on April 3, 2013 in Movie Time, The Mystery

 

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Happy Tarot April Fool’s Leap

Does the Fool Leap?

Does The Fool leap, or is the Fool’s trust in the not-knowing along the path so intrinsically expansive and natural that new ground terraforms under each and every Fool-step?

Is The Fool’s leap of faith simply a metaphor for every step as fresh as breath, as fresh as the first-step breath from The Hermit into The Wheel?

Happy Tarot April no-Foolin’.

Make sure you wear green so you don’t get pinched. lol

 

 

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Prescient Remembrance, Vol.5, The One Night Stand

Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death is a 10-volume story series by Jordan Hoggard told in poetry. A vampire. In Volume 5, “The One Night Stand,” our seeker begins to open sparks of consciousness in his sleep. Awakening this new awareness his slumbering eyes begin to thaw as he is found by…

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PDF versions available if you do not have an eReader. See below for ordering instructions.

You may also purchase pdf copies directly from the author. Send $4.99 per volume via PayPal to jjordantarot@gmail.com and specify which volume or volumes you are ordering.  pdf(s) will promptly be attached to an email and forwarded to the email address listed on your PayPal payment. I look forward to you enjoying the Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death series.

Prescient Remembrance: vol.5, The One Night Night.

Bite the Night, and . . . Pass it on.

Stay Tuned.

Vol. 6, The Vampire’s Offspring  + .mp3 audio narrations for your iPod

PLEASE NOTE: LuLu’s file format is not supported by the Amazon Kindle. iPad and iBook versions available from the Lulu link.

CLICK HERE to purchase your Kindle edition copy. 

Click here to purchase your Nook and iBook copy.

(c) 2013 Jordan Hoggard

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Groc Jordan’s Tarot videos at www.youtube.com/drawsalotmore for entertaining and informative Tarot.

Get e Free Mystereum Taster Spoon reading at MyDivination.com 

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2013 in Movie Time, The Mystery

 

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Death Perennial, Death Natural

 perennial blessings, as you continually naturalize

Death… the Great Mother of Memory made, the continual fertilizer of dreams created.

Notice The Hermit

Notice The Hermit, the harbinger of cyclical completions, reaching back to memories made, looking forward to dreams created, both present as The Hermit cameo-ing in Death’s double banner.  And, is not the Ace of Wands and the Hermit a 2 of Pentacles’ sort of DNA in the Phoenix-actions connecting memory and dream in the Death card?

Death as the Master Gardener… or would that be the Mater Gardener?  Enjoy the 13-card Death As Master Gardener 13-card spread provided in a free Powerpoint file.

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Prescient Remembrance, Vol.5, The One Night Stand

Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death is a 10-volume story series by Jordan Hoggard told in poetry. A vampire. In Volume 5, “The One Night Stand,” our seeker begins to open sparks of consciousness in his sleep. Awakening this new awareness his slumbering eyes begin to thaw as he is found by…

Click here to purchase your Nook and iBook copy.

Click here to purchase your Kindle Edition versions

PDF versions available if you do not have an eReader. See below for ordering instructions.

You may also purchase pdf copies directly from the author. Send $4.99 per volume via PayPal to jjordantarot@gmail.com and specify which volume or volumes you are ordering.  pdf(s) will promptly be attached to an email and forwarded to the email address listed on your PayPal payment.  If you would like your eOrder to be sent to a different email address than your PayPal payment address, simply note that in your order Thanks! I look forward to you enjoying the Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death series.

Prescient Remembrance: vol.5, The One Night Night.

Bite the Night, and . . . Pass it on.

Stay Tuned.

Vol. 6, The Vampire’s Offspring  + .mp3 audio narrations for your iPod

PLEASE NOTE: LuLu’s file format is not supported by the Amazon Kindle. iPad and iBook versions available from the Lulu link.

CLICK HERE to purchase your Kindle edition copy. 

Click here to purchase your Nook and iBook copy.

(c) 2013 Jordan Hoggard

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Posted by on March 28, 2013 in Movie Time, The Mystery

 

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Prescient Remembrance, vol.5 ~ The One Night Stand. (Pass it on)

Proud to announce volume 5 in my new series, Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death!

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Prescient Remembrance, Vol.5, The One Night Stand

Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death is a 10-volume story series by Jordan Hoggard told in poetry. A vampire. In Volume 5, “The One Night Stand,” our seeker begins to open sparks of consciousness in his sleep. Awakening this new awareness his slumbering eyes begin to thaw as he is found by…

Click here to purchase your Nook and iBook copy.

Click here to purchase your Kindle Edition versions

PDF versions available if you do not have an eReader. See below for ordering instructions.

You may also purchase pdf copies directly from the author. Send $4.99 per volume via PayPal to jjordantarot@gmail.com and specify which volume or volumes you are ordering.  pdf(s) will promptly be attached to an email and forwarded to the email address listed on your PayPal payment.  If you would like your eOrder to be sent to a different email address than your PayPal payment address, simply note that in your order Thanks! I look forward to you enjoying the Prescient Remembrance, Infinite Moments, Love Beyond Death series.

Prescient Remembrance: vol.5, The One Night Night.

Bite the Night, and . . . Pass it on.

Stay Tuned.

Vol. 6, The Vampire’s Offspring  + .mp3 audio narrations for your iPod

PLEASE NOTE: LuLu’s file format is not supported by the Amazon Kindle. iPad and iBook versions available from the Lulu link.

CLICK HERE to purchase your Kindle edition copy. 

Click here to purchase your Nook and iBook copy.

(c) 2013 Jordan Hoggard

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Groc Jordan’s Tarot videos at www.youtube.com/drawsalotmore for entertaining and informative Tarot.

Get e Free Mystereum Taster Spoon reading at MyDivination.com 

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2013 in Movie Time, The Mystery

 

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Paradox is Mo Betta as Pair of Docs or Chucks

Another Stick-Up. This One BY the Inner Sanctum. I Think It’s Catchin’ On.

So, I woke up this morning with a smile to the sun thinking “You can’t trust your judgment if your imagination is out of focus” by Mark Twain. And, the “when something goes wrong you need to change your negative thinking” farce-fest of a snippet-quote started rattling around again like it had a broken set of bearings. Ok, …

Here’s are my real beefs with the thought of changing negative thinking (Change your oil will get you further)

  • Changing your negative thinking feels to be about as effective as trying to clean sewage into a good soup.  That is NOT giving good kitchen.
  • First, it is expressed to let go, to surrender.  Well, being comfortable with the not-knowing in no way removes one from responsibility OR by default makes things YOUR fault. So, …
  • and, then something goes wrong and POOF “change your negative thinking” is tossed in the mix ’cause NOW it’s my fault… ’cause I just exceeded that person’s teaching ability and they don;t have the wits for solid conflict resolution skills?
  • Well, you see it IS my fault. In fact it is ALWAYS my fault. That’s because I am so damn powerful. 😀
  • What I take issue with is the bullshit dualism of yes-it-is rallying with no-it-isn’t.  There’s no Fred and Ginger with her doing it all backwards and in heels there.
  • Duality is bush-league amateur in the context of the integrated opposites of antinomy.
  • DOOD, WTF is this antinomy you keep chattering on about?!  Not antimony like antimonious. AntiNoMy. (hmmmm, there’s something in that capitalization, huh?)
  • It is simple. A car, well at least a car that works, has the integrated inner opposites of antinomy: fire, water, air, it’s solidity (earth) of them all working together inside and out. Not a jalopy with a Hemi, certainly not a kit car with a Yugo engine.

So, I remember

So, I remember finding early on in life that to surrender in my (artistic, architectural… thought) process, to let go, to be comfortable with the not-knowing WHILE completing things… I remember that to be a ROCKIN’ thing bringing things to even out across time and get in the zone, the groove, and GO MAN GO! … OOPS, and then when things went… uh hem… South… Who really cared, though?  I resonated with things going South right in the middle of a deadline, and then a mini-deadline that reared DURING the deadline, as an opportunity to see something new.  And, I created a detail that ultimately won an award.  That’s process not in ups and downs.  It’s process in… well, I surrendered even to the process in the process. That wouldn’t have happened if I had sent myself to the Inner Prison of “oh DAYum, I better pout and sputter out and stall so Santa doesn’t visit this year.” I took it straight into the wall so to speak or took a failed outside loop right into the ground pulling hard the whole time.  Got up. Shook it off.  Walked to the pits. Fashioned a new vehicle. And, set a quality time all the while in the process.

You see…

You see, the surrender part is not my problem with “change your negative thinking.”  I got that.  I utilized it.  I didn’t waste trouble and then found gold by working the problem on the way at speed in real-time through stalls and crashes and all.

And, I also got that not everything I see in someone else is a mirror of me.  That would be boring.  Well, the parts that aren’t me would be, ’cause I, like you, ROCK!  Beware the smoke and mirrors of projection redirection.  They’ll never make Inner Wimbledon.

Stick it back…

Beware the smoke and mirrors of projection redirection.  Stick it back to them with humor or a silently half-raised eyebrow and not a peep… and continue right back to running the Imagination Solar System in focus that is Your process.  “Yes Madame, I am drunk. Though, I will be sober in the morning and you will still be ugly.” ~Winston Churchill … ’cause if you stop to address every barking dog along the way… you’ll forget where you were even going (also Sir WC) … or start a shelter.

But, alas…

But alas, the jackass who was still spouting the surrender speech and then flip-flopping that it was then someone’s fault when things went awry… I saw it. He had NO up-front Loki.  No beautiful trickster to magically pick Inner Locks to get the whole picture.  He was more of a long-form conceptually tone deaf metro-gnome.  Everyone knows from garden gnomes that metro-gnomes are outcast even by the least savvy of outcasts. He’d probably say, “There’s no I in team.” Cocking my head, “Well well, you are certainly right on that, man.  And, if you aren’t more careful there will be no U in this team, either.” Remember there are two U’s in gUrU, though.  Be your own, at least twice.

Letting go and surrender are not about losing responsibility for your actions. They are a function of exploring uncharted territory with the Shadow Map of your unconscious.  Go to a game.  Have some fun.  Have you ever noticed that no-one writes much poetry while playing frisbee?  Poetry during frisbee is like texting while driving. Somebody is gonna get a frisbee in the teeth… Oh, that would be an accident that IS their fault, huh?  … Still, I bet little to no poetry is written while playing frisbee.  Composition is another thing, though.  How does your Inner Frisbee play?

Try It

Try it. I dare you to explore only expressing your beef with people with humor, higher octave positive qualities of your beef with them or what they express. Try it. Try and let go to missile-launch back with humor at close range without even a flinch in a non-insulting way.  It’s called wits.  Give yours a shot.  You might want to wear pads the first couple of times, though. Or, that would be an accident that is YOUR fault, huh?  Try this: when someone attempts to insult you, simply smile and say, “You’re welcome.”

Try it. I dare you.  One foot in front of the other. Left. Right. Left. Right. When you get good at walking, feel free to remove the periods.  Left Right Left Right.  Docs or Chucks?  Well, whatev.  Have some style while doing it, too.  It is part of the fun. How does our Inner Frisbee play?

Magical Irreverance to Ya!

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