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Visceral Path ~ Sacral to Crown Walk Through the Feel of Sacred Architecture

Visceral Path ~ Sacral to Crown Walk Through the Feel of Sacred Architecture

I Walk

I walk the path of knowing 
living in the not-knowing, 
death as the mother of memory,
the nourisher of dreams 
in this confluence of all things 
that is the perpetual present. 

Comfortable with the not-knowing, 
forgetting is for getting. 
It makes more room for the god stuff to breath. 
That often magnetizes 
more good stuff 
for more intense breath,
for more intense forgetting,
for getting
the good.

Is health simply integrated armor?

Are We

Are we all the unmoved mover? 
Do we all move like entering Mont St. Michel? 
The scheduling danger of coming and going. 
Too attached to your plans? 
Cool, I suggest to not attend the visceral, 
experiential feast that is Mont St. Michel then. 
Though, if fluid, 
and not going with the flow,
as only dead fish go with the flow, 
do you tack the sailboat of your life 
with fluid fluency
into the wind? 
Back and forth navigating forward into the intensity,
do you move from depth
to heights
to rise up and open yourself 
like a corporeal cloister?

Once Said

Christian Norbert-Schulz once said:

How does a building stand on the ground?

How does it extend to the sides?

How does it open and close?

How does it reach for and zipper with the sky?

To which I will add,

How does it feel?

What Are the Consequences Of Feeling?

Well, ice crystal recording devices can be a cool gig.

Look What Can Happen

To the top of your car
when you come home 
in butt-ass cold one winter evening
as the sun sets
after a 30-minute drive 
after giving a Tarot reading 
that fills you with, 
This is why I do this,
and discover THIS the next morning.

I Draw, and in So Doing

I draw
And, in so doing
I abduce,
I draw out...

Yesterday evening.
I drew The Emperor,
and said nothing.


That spoke volumes to me, 
That I said nothing. 
Just sat,
feeling Silence.

That spoke volumes to me,
the Architect.
Too attached to form.
Too attached to results.
Too drawn.
Too specified.
Too dimensioned.

Place established,
I now care less about dimensioning beauty.

It’s time to over-listen,
and in whole-body listening,
underspeak,
as I feel into my Silence,
as I listen to others.

I Currently Have 6 Favorite Quotes

I have six favorite quotes in no particular order. 
They all orbit together 
in my Idea Solar System 
as they do at any given time. 

Currently, 
they are all Rx, 
stationed, 
powerful as they sit and emanate.
Retrograde, Rx, is a stationing, 
a sitting planted strongly, 
the intensity
of the focused power
of patience.

Mercury Rx?
Downshift.
Re-sync to the new tach level.
Dial in
to dive in differently.

Mercury Rx in Mars Rx?
We might need a new transmission soon.
Till then,
shift n corner differently as only you can.
Your Life, Your Way.

It’s not no better time than the present.
The present is perpetual.

What am I,
What are You,
going to do with all this future in front of us,
Now?

Death may be the Mother of memory,
and Nourisher of dreams,
though
Now
is always the time.

I chose The Tower.
I drew The Tower.
I had already created and made The Tower.

Though, now?
World-altering?
Nope.
World ALTARing.

Sometimes,
when it appears that everything fell apart,
did everything simply fall in place
for the first time
outside the bounds
of your expectations?

Inspect your expectations.
Has your life simply come together
for the first time
in a way you are full-on unfamiliar with?

It can certainly induce a startle.
Fortunately, I run towards gunfire.
I tack the sailboat into the wind
square my shoulders to face
the time
in the space
of this place
now unconcerned with form and results

with Self. 

Be yourself. I hear everyone else is already taken.

~ Oscar Wilde

I Currently Have

I currently have six favorite quotes:

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

There came a time when the risk of remaining tight in the Bud was more painful than the risk of blossoming.

~ Anais Nin

Trees with strong roots laugh at storms.

~ Malay Proverb

A heart in love with beauty never grows old.

~ Turkish Prverb

Forgetting is for getting. It makes more room for the good stuff to breathe.

~ Jordan Hoggard riffing off of to evolve the Imagination Primer from Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.

If you don’t read the paper each morning, you’re uninformed. If you do, you’re misinformed.

~ Mark Twain

Cloister of Self ~ The Temple In Man

The Temple of Luxor at Karnak

How Do You Listen

When Silence Presents

The Oculus of Itself To Self,

To You?*

* Note: Jung, Nietzsche, and the Wm pair, Blake and James, were napping at the time of this post. Well, that’s what I was told When they could not be reached for comment to provide a quote. I’m pretty sure they played hooky and are hanging out with Julia Morgan and Harriet Tubman and Cleopatra and Sophia. Pallas-Athena and Moira and Astraea will take your cover at the door.

From deep and chthonic Sacral places Kundalini-ing up through numinous Crown

How Do You Listen

When Silence Presents

an Oculus of Connection?*

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* Note: The Portal of the Seamless Segue wormhole in the 9 of Pentacles gifted by The World looking up from within the obelisk.

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Connection

Is…

… 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.

though, what is it YOU think and feel when receiving that?

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. Isn’t that it?

What did I tell myself back then?

Keep it.

Though, listen…

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…

Don’t Dissolve.

Listen.

Connect.

What do you say when you’re gifted the opportunity to listen?

Is there ablution in the immersion?

Connect.

with your Presence As Architecture.

Connect.

And, Anais Nin

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

… 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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Blood & Sand

Blood & Sand

Magician ~ High Priestess ~ Empress ~ Emperor

Inception ~ Conception ~ Birth ~ Naming

… Though, in that moment when my head nap-jerked popped back up on the 3rd time like a fishing bobber, near death on Mt Democrat… the moment when I paused and became fully aware and bobbed back up, pregnant with my own life, emptied to fill my well anew…

Poseidon welled up through my 10th House Neptune~Mercury conjunction, dutifully commanded softly… well, as softly as Poseidon is able with the full force of Nature…

Stop crying. You’re wasting water.

You need that up here. All you have is your own now. All you have is you.

Keep it.

All you have is your own now. Keep it.

Your job is simple, no less intense for it, though simple.

Keep it.

Stop bowing. What message do you have for yourself IN this experience?

Feel it. Say it out loud. Hear it.

There’s only one way to honor it and allow it to develop in your Soul Garden and amend your soil without YOU being the fertilizer…

and wisen your future experiences in the perpetual present.

I Don’t Dissolve

I’m from the depths, and I know Hades, and I know you are now nowhere near dead. Just dead tired, beaten down with and only now you are

blood and sand and wind and cold.

If you don’t make it off this pile of rocks, your message will die on the vine. Then, no use to you. No, if you croak here and become a Bio class skeleton!

Get up!!

Get up to KEEP IT!!

I Rose Up & Called Out

Death is the Mother of memory, organic fertilizer, nourishes dreams, ideas, intuitions, imagination. Death does not get me now except to amend the soil in the garden of ME, but not yet WITH me!

YES!, I AM MOST LIKELY GOING TO die today, turning back up to point at the unseen summit over several pitches, though I’m going to die going fuqin THAT way!

At the Top Again

At the top, still not yet having begun to down-climb in the dark from 14,363 feet to 10k+ to base camp. I didn’t make haste. I didn’t attempt to go straight back down to safety. I suddenly got in NO HURRY WHATSOEVER. And, I took a side trip. I ambled back up to the top. Why go down when I’m already here. Won’t be able to do this tomorrow. When in Rome!

I’m Here. Experience.

I’m here. Back to the top to sit. Not for long, though I need to rest. Can’t go to sleep. Wouldn’t wake up. Important. Don’t go to sleep. Like a concussion. Don’t go to sleep! Sit. Sit with the experience NOW.

Need to sit.

I walked back up from the pre-summit mini-plateau to the summit where I had been earlier, had penciled my name in on the log sheet in the plastic envelope now flap-smacking in the wind on the pole set in rocks almost mocking me. Then,

… Oh. You’re not mocking me. You’re waving my shoestring flag of being out on a limb. That’s ma flag.. Felt the groggy pushing. Thank you.

I sat on the rocks.

What Message Am I gifted from this experience?

Well, certainly don’t pencil yourself in. Don;t allow yourself to be penciled in. Don’t do it in blood, either. Be fluid. Be direct. Oh dafuq, that’s a problem. I’m fuckin’ with myself. Big prob up here. That’s like desiccated hubris AT oneself. Not good. That tired. Too tired. Mind energy. No fighting. That’s a waste. Be. Experience. Continue.

Who was it, Brene Brown? Yes, Brene Brown expressed, Vulnerability is the birthplace of courage.

To which I will weave into her expression my own…

Immersion is ablution, … and,

And, Anais Nin

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Though I

Though I may have caused a future need for Soul Retrieval that day for continually shedding whole beings of myself shedding-soul-dumping 6 times at least… l, moving slowly back up the scree field to drop weight away that day….

No. I didn’t Do that at all. Yes, I dropped whole portions of myself in positive liposuction to lighten, though, in doing I revealed myself to myself, my colors. And, 3+ years of bi-weekly/monthly Brainspotting 15 years later? I secured me back, back here WITH my imagination and creativity to come back anew. NOW! The snake my skin shedded. The snake my skin not missed for the splendor of my own colors found… the meaning is…

Experience

Across one afternoon and dusk and evening and night Where I became only blood and a sand and wind and cold… now around midnight… I found myself. I was blissful. A bit deluded and/or out of sorts I’m sure. Though, I found myself. And then? I came to. I didn’t lose all the beauty of the transcendence. Not. At. All. AND. I also found myself in seriously intense trouble. Hmmmm, so I found myself in trouble.

And,

I don’t dafuqin waste trouble, that ‘s for sure. THAT woke me up from places beyond exhaustion. Sitting there at the summit… My SOP M.O. of DON’T WASTE TROUBLE came back on line.

Feel it. Hear it inside. I feel it. I hear it deep inside like a grown building to the beast that is me. (NO ! Need with a beast. They already are). Step back and open to resonance and space to expand until it settles. Settling. Full on chaos of Nature inside, settles, deep water silently flowing, and top of lake made of glass. Top lake of glass. The top of the lake is now made of glass, so STAND UP! Now, say it.

I’m still surprised I didn’t fall asleep up there that exhausted, though. Surprised and not that I came to. Though, how could I not? I was only half way through on the long road home. Until you’re off, you’re still on. Knock me dafuq completely out, or I’m still a problem, as the saying goes. When you’re alive, you always have something to be alive for… if none other than that you are… alive.

Keep it, I heard again. Softly at first.

Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen’s words came through, and…

Keep it, I…

oh, no voice. All dried out. I don’t waste trouble!, I thought, so…

I Uncle Walt YAWPED IT INSIDE.

Silence SPEAKING!

Keep It!

It has echoed since.

How Do You Keep Self-Geodes

you’ve Cracked Open?

What Inner Inheritances Do You Discover?

Keep ‘em yours and private if you wanna. I simply ask that you utilize them. They’re yours, on your own terms. Your Life, Your Way.

P.S.: Autocorrect often writes what I didn’t Nintendo.

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The Alchemy of Fear versus Being Afraid

I find there is an Alchemy between having fear and being afraid. Maybe it’s that I’ve been in enough places where being afraid will literally kill you?

My perspective now is simply that fear is a wonderful tool of awareness, a friend, an ally, a fecund compass sentry notifier to inform navigation. Things in our surroundings, whether they’re polished or predatory, they notify us. They simply notify us.

Do you have fear, or are you afraid?

From my perspective fears notify us as subtly as cone zones on the highway. They notify us as clearly as a heaved lip on the sidewalk we don’t trip on, and sometimes as intensely as flashing lights indicate a part of the bridge ahead is out. Sensing them, feeling them, listening to them, incorporating them, I firmly feel one can use fear as an intense notification and navigation tool. One can intend to navigate, wise in time, around what would otherwise be impending danger right on the fly. And further, good boundaries further present one’s greater intentions to move forward.

Are good boundaries fundamentally applicable? I think so. I guess this would otherwise be known as, “How Do You Own it?” Heck, there’s NO Principle’s office when you adult, or are a non-pupating adult. It’s your responsibility and accountability that present as drivers. Unless of course one is in Sales. Then, oftentimes there is no reverse gear, as they simply opt for solutions-oriented responses. “Great. What are you going to do about it?” Watch out for implied delegation, It’s often a question without a question mark. No reason to say, Yes” when “No, do it/resolve it yourself,” is the answer. No prob. People in Sales often leave accountability and responsibility in the dust with their lack of a reversed gear in their unaddressed past (detect a bent and a Rantra there? Thanks Karen Sealey for you. Rantra SUCH a great word!). For them, is it then all about, “Ok, what do you propose we do?” Is it all about workability? Don’t know, seems so, seems dead on. Of course certainty can certainly have its own trappings. What do You think/feel?

Digression broached, it seems simple. Simple. The simple of you’re not in trouble. Can you own that? Can you connect with fear, and dispense with the anxiety terrorist trying its best to hijack it? Have you already done so in your wonderfully unique way? Whichever or whatever it is, it’s yours. Can you stand up to that, or HOW do you already stand up to that? Do you stand up to you? Can you give examples? Please comment. I’m certainly not the effin Principal of anyone but myself. This stuff interests me. Understood if no.

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The 5th Ace: Death & My Greatest CruxLike the Frog Grown Wings Alchemical painting expressing the process of transformation of the tadpole through to the flier where at every step the caterpillar’s concept of…

And, it was retitled by the Owner to be Flying Frog. I dig that. It’s more resonant with it’s NOW evolved character of where it is in its current life from its original name at its creation, which was of course simply present tense par for the course for me at the time from the Place of Creation.

So, hammering the chords all over the place on the piano that resonate with me to get lost in the feeling of… fear versus anxiety… I stopped playing. Silent. Huffing exhales. I was SO ON! The mountain arose. And, Who are my current and past and historical friends on this? I kneeled to the Google Oracle 😉 lol, and …

When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. ~ Dean Jackson

‘You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.            ~ Trinus Paulus

The caterpillar turns to liquid before turning into a butterfly. Liquid. Thus washing away any speck of his caterpillar self as he lies completely vulnerable to his environment in his chrysalis shell. One good solid gust of wind and the caterpillar’s boned. ~ Hippie Snowflake Obsidian

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.  ~ Mandy Hale

If nothing ever changed, there wold be no such thing as butterflies. ~Wendy Mass

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore

When I thought that my life was already over I became a splendid butterfly. ~ The Caterpillar, author unknown

And, my favorite…

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin

 

Today, instead of allowing anxiety to kidnap your legitimate fear and torture it into being afraid right in front of you… how can you round your wagons so to speak and protect that sacred sentry that is fear from the constrictor that’s the Anxiety Predator?

I ask for you to entertain for just a moment that anxieties are like hyenas, 4-legged swarmers similar to hornets. One bite or sting won’t take you down, though when you’re covered… and they turn your tide the wrong way after that by continually cornering you with their false logic, when they’re just starving…

Today, how can YOU utilize your fears today as informative, wayfinding allies in the Alchemy of your life?! How can you ask your anxieties what their message is so they give rather than falling prey to their kidnapping taking of your sacred fear?

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Pssssst. Peering out of the shadows. Yeah, psssst, over here. No, I’m not an anxiety. I’m on the lamb from them. Just wanted to tell ya there’s a treasure in the 6 of Pents link below. Oh, gotta go, they’ve sniffed me out again. No worries. I’m good. ShaZAM!

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