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Sunday Services ~ Something Personal

09 Aug

My mistakes are all OFLs.

Opportunities For Learning.

Every. Single. One.

They each contributed to where I’ve arrived today.

What messages have not wasting trouble gifted you?

What cornerstone of your life do you brace against that sends veins of gold throughout you from your Mother Lode. What Mother Lode of a cornerstone do you brace against to sidestep the shallow roots of quick fixes, where storms make Your oak tree take deeper roots… to become… A strong tree has no worry about storms?

What’s Your Kintsukuroi of Self?

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My Natal Chart (Just completed my Chiron Return and moving to the Saturn Return in 7-ish years. One prepares you for the next

Cool! Yes and yes on Taureans, and another positive Taurean quality is that a bull won’t budge an inch no matter how pushy, might just look the other way as they swat you away with their tail like a fly. 🙂

My Sophia Wisdom and Lilith (Dark Moon Lilith AND Lilith, ro just Lilith?) live in the Taurean world of my Chart. Interestingly enough, my Home, which is very Taurean has imply always been natural, and not needing of much attention. Taurus has simply functioned as an ally. When I need to vacuum and clean? That imply tells me my house is out of order. I vacuum and clean, and POOF, it’s back. I’d say that’s the easiest and as well most easily actionable (relatively non-existent) part of my Natal Chart.

Rather Than Simply Being Resonant With My Sagittarius Sun Sign

Rather than my sign, Sagittarius with Cappie Moon 12th House conjunct the ASC, I’m more my whole Chart, each grouping or featured character cycling in and out to ebb and flow as they pulse their magnetic influence into my life.

People In A Room Astrology

It’s like People In A Room Astrology for me AS a Sign, Where the whole chart plays, and/or rests. I see Charts as whole Astrological and Astronomical symphonies.

Yes, I’m a Sag, and Sag sits in the (Tarot) Chariot driver’s stance (drive standing up, steer with the ground-grabbers of your feet in balance) in the 11th House. Chariot most often sync up to overtake and engage from the side. They literally sidle up to you, or you sidle up with them, Though, the whole rest of my Chariot, my Astro Vehicle so to speak is composed of my Hanged Man~Empress Tarot Birth Cards as the wheels.

  • I give you a place of your own to clearly float fully supported in your mind activating your crown chakra. Chrysalis, fully afloat in supportive clarity.
  • Yoniverse, fresh, nurturing, carrying to full term to bring to life, Great Mother
The Hanged Man ~ Empress Tarot Birth Cards

How I Resonate Publicly

10th House Mercury~Neptune conjunction in 10th House Scorpio (I LOVE this feature Or my Chart!) — very matter of fact and up front with intuition as a fluent language, fluid fluency of intuition developed from seamless segues of imagination and creativity surfing in over the Inner liminal horizon from the unconscious to open the Marco Polo hulls exploratory seeds and pour in mire ambrosis.

This pairing creates a very clear and Neptunian radar for me to inform both the seen and the unseen, and for each to inform one another as mirages and illusions are dissolved in… Instpect your Expectations.

This 10th House Astro feature leans me into being direct in comms and even stealthy physically (martial arts), an ability to be quieter than quiet = Silence immersed in meditation. All of that also composes a glass top lake teaming with life underneath, though a glass top lake ability of whol-body listening… to receive these ablution tingles that cascade in the body when we full y listen and experience another. Even in simply saying, Thank you, or, You’re welcome in the Eric and reciprocal spiral of how we give and receive.

11th House Sun in Sag = YAH! Born Ready!

Moon in 12th House Capricorn

vision, genius, poetry, madness, inspiring light from unseen sources

Moon in 12th House Cap — certainly no cork there, and the Moon won’t get swallowed by the infinite abyss of the dark and chthonic depths of the 12th House that ever-enlightens us to the power of the Dark, and the light that lives deep in the dark. Like in the Yin-Yang… going so far into the dark as to find light, and then diving further in there, worm-holing back into the light… to go so far into the light we again discover the darkened, wormhole-hyperspace back, and continually discover more. Each refreshes the other. The light and dark both live within each other as the other’s nucleus, their nuclear reactor deep well of energies in constant re-invigoration. DOes this create, like The Sun, your personal gravity?

who you were when you were born, Self, return, identity, bright success in context

Moon in 12th House Capricorn Conjunct My Ascendant (ASC)

Moon in 12th House Cap conjunct my ASC — there’s that imagination, intuition, reflecting like the Moon low in the sky over the ocean Casting a wonderful self-portrait of itself across the ocean, playfully, like watercolor. There enters my watercolor painting, and my oils were somewhat Moon in 12th House.

1st House

Mars. 1st House almost conjunct the ASC though a little out of orb just under the dawn horizon of the ASC in the Night Sky (lower 6 Houses) of the Natal Chart, that’s where Mars lives in my Chart.

2nd House

Chiron Rx and Saturn Rx~both in the 2nd House, though Chiron in Pisces and Saturn in Aries. The Rx feature (Retrograde) indicates they were parked there, very comfortably, Like Marco Polo parking a ship in harbor to unload the hull of the treasure from the journey. And, with Chiron being Saturn’s son (Chronos/Kronos) AND the asteroid Moira being conjunct within minutes to Saturn (making them one, complete being) there’s an intersting fascination with chronological timing that is most often driven mostly by my internal sense of timing, when I decide to rather than someone else dictating that. Moira’s domain is the internal sense of time and timing which contrasts to Saturn’s (Chronos’) chronological time. Moira is Saturn’s wife, Saturn, Moira’s husband. Chiron the son near. I’ve always found this a wonderful place in my Chart to till for resonances and persepctive.

3rd House

North Node 3rd House

4th, 5th, and 6th Houses nice and peaceful. Nobody there. Kind of like the Temple in my Chart for me. A place of Astro Pilgrammage I often visit for uninterrupted perspective to refresh and replenish. I consider the 4th, 5th, and 6th Houses to be my Astro Scenic Overlook.

7th House

7th House Jupiter — Playful and sometimes a bit more on the play with luck rather than planning side. That’s both a positive trait and a failing. 🙂

8th House

8th House Virgo OH BOY HERE COME my favorite troublemakers — 8th House Pluto~Pallas Athena~Uranus all conjunct in Virgo. I’m very comfortably methodical about embracing change and transformations and shake-ups when they arrive, just another storm in the garden so to speak. And, when I say methodical, in this context with these 3 beautiful troublemakers =, methodical means NO steps to accept the transformation except instant immersion. Dive right in or let it flood in, in an is what it is way. And, these feel to be the characters that also nourish my boundaries… very Both/And rather than dualistic, both sides of the coin in the same moment, abilities to venture over the horizon so to speak.

9th House

9th house Venus conjunct Juno to the minute in Libra and not conjunct to but neighbors with Ceres back in 8th House Virgo — The Neighborhood of the 3 Sacred Sisters I call them here. Nourishes my love of spirituality and washing up on my shore after storms have broken so to speak. Storms as ablution rather than torrential or terrifying, even when they are disastrous. SO much Nature intensity, and I just even feel MORE natural then. = ability to listen under stress and pressure and conflict without being defensive to full-body listening experience the expanse of what’s bRing conveyed.

10th House, See Above. As Above, So Below

Brings me back to the 10th.

So, There’s my Sign As I Feel It

So, there’s my “Sign.” When I just say Sag… people furrow their eyebrows like What??!! Where’s the wanderlust? Oh, I don’t have wanderlust. I wanderlove of serendipity peppered with little wanderlust side trips for serendipity and finding cool new places. I go places all the time, even simply sitting in my chair. It’s where my writing comes from. Pour the feeling through the fingertips. Which author said it? Oh yeah, Hemingway. “Writing’s not difficult. All you have to do is sit at your typewriter and bleed.” Hey OVER THERE. Yeah You Sacred Sisters. Will you please turn off the faucet for a sec. As they giggle and sneak a finger out to point to Pluto~Pallas~Uranus who then “US? Nah. Well, ok, we did do that. Just wanted to wash the rest of the molt off” 🙂

I mantra my chart with something I wrote about in regards to rites of passage years back, and plaved in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.That expression is, The snake its skin shedded, the snakes its skin not missed… for … look at all the bright new colors.

My Natal Chart with Transits

SO many Rx (Retrogrades) currently. This may pose a difficult time for many, especially if you are not used to finding workability in intense situations and experiences. The Reason? RX, Retrogrades Magnetically drag if smaller, causing the need to downshift and re-sync. And, the larger planets? When they go Rx, they basically park. They are not stationary, though they might as well be like Marco Polo parking a full hulled ship in harbor after filling it with intensely vibrant experiences and treasure discoveries from his journey.

Take care not to be overwhelmed by the quality of everything all at once of multiple planetary bodies docking in harbor. Remember, this time will pass. And, what wonderful Nessies will you have allowed to inform your intuition to fuels your next iteration of journey?

A ship in Harbor is safe, though that’s not What ships are for.

~ John A. Shedd

Have Fun

Have fun if you like, playing With my Chart in context with all the Rx qualities from recently/ The recently of RIGHT NOW! Yes, it’s not easy. I’ve had some slowings. Some try to present as depression, though I call that low energy with great inertia. Means, time to downshift and gear in to newness in change wise in time. Though as well, dialing in to downshift into these densities and slowings and heavy weights… I decided to be the Customs Officer. Some things were off-loaded directly into the ocean At port as they arrived. I can’t be expected to do everything. 🙂 I did, though note them in my journal for upcoming explorations. And, off-loading them at port… I have some snorkel field trips when I have the fortitude and mental and emotional real estate to drop in and re-discover them as if experiencing them for the first time… when I do.

Have fun playing with my Chart in context. I’m open to teaching. I’m open to learning from your Astro perspective. Let the reciprocal comms begin.

What’s Your Read of My Chart?*

*no intent is made to achieve a free reading as I as well don’t read for free. This Sunday Service is simply a gesture to provide a sketch problem with something I have an inherently developed sense of, and can speak to. Fire away! I look forward to your reads!

This comes on the heels of my 2nd Major Accolade-Award being featured in Jessica Hundley’s The Library of Esoterica. 2 cards featured. XVII The Star and the 6 of Wands. Big gratefulness for this lineage legacy of my work!

LIbrary of Esoterica by Jessica Hundley. Taschen Books, 2020

Trace the hidden history of Tarot in the first volume from TASCHEN’s Library of Esoterica, a series documenting the creative ways we strive to connect to the divine. Artfully arranged according to the sequencing of the Major and Minor Arcana, this visual compendium gathers more than 500 cards and works of original art from around the world in the ultimate exploration of a centuries-old art form.

(C) 2020 Jessica Hundley, Taschen Books

  • cosmic grooves, eternal hope, inspiration
  • LIbrary of Esoterica by Jessica Hundley. Taschen Books, 2020
  • victory, glory, overcoming obstacles so new energies cascade in

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum and The Library of Esoterica are both available from Amazon and Taschen directly in my Shop. Click their respective links there. You’ll be transported to their treasure ports to purchase directly from either Amazon or Taschen.

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The 3rd Session

14 Jul

As If

I’ve lived my life as if my life depended on it, in the perpetual present. I value my experiences, regardless. They have all together brought me to where I am now. No regrets. No mistakes. All OFLs.

My mistakes are all OFLs. Especially the ONE bad-ass of the bad relationships I allowed myself to remain in for 2+ years. Now, as the song goes, Now you’re someone that I used to know.

OFLs. Every. Single. One. Especially that one. Each contributed to where I’ve arrived in my life today. But, that one? I have to thank her for that one… as … I decided to….

Feel Into Myself with…

3 Years of Brainspotting

Feeling into that last experience that led me to that, and forgetting it into action. As, forgetting is for getting. It makes more room for the good stuff. I feel to embrace, breathe, and share…

The greatest fear for success should not be failure. It should Be succeeding at something that doesn’t matter.

~ Francis Chan

That Relationship

That relationship didn’t matter with the constant, toxic drip of shaming behaviors. I mattered, though, and understood that even a Professional Psychologist could get to her. I’m not a Professional Psychologist. I woke up when, outside of my family, I lost the thing most personal thing. 1st my creativity went. Then, my imagination died on the vine, desiccated by the drip so slowly that right before my eyes that I hadn’t seen it happen… right under my nose.

Creativity and imagination going away are pretty much one of the most common symptoms of PTSD, and when a relationship is a prison camp of Steven’s Wright’s dog named Stay. And, for an Artist, an Architect, a Tarot Reader and Astologer and Author? Fear incarnate. Like Steven Wright naming his dog Stay.

Come here, Stay. Come here, Stay.

I had to do something about it. We went into couple’s therapy as my requirement for staying in the relationship. I’d never given an ultimatum before as I typically see them as a unilateral decision made by one, though hidden behind the fakery that the person being given the ultimatum even has a chance. I never saw the merit of an ultimatum except in extreme cases, and this was certainly that. Still, ultimatums root themselves in control, and that has a tendency to cause disconnection and are most likely manipulation born of being afraid in most cases?

You Give

You give an ultimatum? Well, you need to be comfortable with the infinite responses possible, not a finite set of them, and certainly nothing definite. Definite, that which takes the finite away and results in a decision.

Ultimatums are worse from my perspective than the attempt to count to infinity, except in extreme cases. So, I cocked my head and realized this was one of those, an intense extreme case. If I didn’t want to die on the vine in total, or worse, experience the creative catatonic of being forever miserable, then it would begin with this.

The 1st Session

Funny thing happened on the way to…. Funny thing happened. Every time the Psychologist asked her a question in the 1st session, she’d put it off on me.

I started seeing something I’d never seen before as I wasn’t engaging in argument. I was powerfully listening because no one was coming at me directly. He was simply asking her questions. What did I see? The Narcissistic Sociopath. Projective Identity way beyond Psychological Projection, and stresses that were not Eustress. I saw rage and hatred and no fear and plenty of being afraid. Such anxiety about anything coming from the outside world… as it wold most likely be dangerous or to harm her. At least, that’s the expectation I saw her not inspect.

While calmly, calmly but fully dafuqin surprised, I calmly listened as my historical friends Carl Jung and Friedrich Nietzsche hopped up on each shoulder and settled in, settled in as I simply listened. Listened to the therapist turn her back to herself, which she would push right off over to me. And, he would calmly repeat.

I simply listened until the Psychologist turned to ask me something, and I felt into the question, attempted to open, attempted to feel-say, and say what I feLet. Rough. Raw, rugged geodes of statements where if he didn’t know what to hear for, the happy-mad-glad-sad hidden, I would have conveyed no feelings whatsoever. Though, he knew geodes better than me as a rock hound.

1st session, she leaves frustrated. I get it. This shit, this mud’s not easy. I leave with a hopeful though very furrowed brow. What dafuq just happened?

The 2nd Session

The 2nd session, I’m opening up, getting comfortable with things I was not comfortable with at all. He checkmates her. She still pushes it over. 3/4 of an hour and nothing but deflection. The therapist turns to me, and she, Wait! He’s the one with the problems. I don’t want to hear his bullshit. The therapist turns to me, Jordan, what do you think about that? I smiled one of those smiles where your temples flex. I feel she just described herself perfectly to a ‘T’. I don’t know that I have much to do with it. In fact it felt selfish to make it all about me. Her words not mine is what I got there. Her words for her to respond to.

Glad I brought a lighter. Guess that lit a show fuse.

The 3rd Session

3rd session. The therapist opens up with, Ok, Jordan is putting in an effort with an honesty that is based in vulnerability. You aren’t pulling your weight here. You are also a Psychologist. These sessions have started off wholly imbalanced, so I suggest we have two initial choices: we do them individually moving forward with each of you until both have made progress to come together in a session set; or, with him here we spend this Whole session on you in the interest of re-balancing.

OH!

Ohhhhh, was she incensed. And, I saw it, felt it whole-body. I saw the caged animal inside her lashing out through the bars. All her pain and what had been done to her — which, credit to her was quite a bit of beyond terrible And tragic things throughout her life. There’s a beauty in that gift of sight with someone when you see them warts and all, and then I came back from the experience on the other side… of the couch… into the room as she burst out in a rager of a Rantra at HIM… you know, the therapist, the one who couldn’t have done any of this to her? Yeah, that guy.

And, up and out of the session she flew.

We Had

We had come in from different parts of town, so different cars. His eyebrows go up calmly nodding to me. So, do you need to get up and go? I smiled. Ha! I saw what I was up against when she blamed you. She’s been doing that to me with every question she has ever asked after the 1st 2 months, for the last 2+ years. Your a profession in the Psych industry. With what I saw happen in these past 3 sessions, could YOU even ever get to her?

It doesn’t happen often, though most likely not.

Ok, I’m not a Psych professional, so the odds of me getting through? Less than zero to give myself at least some credit.

He smiled. I Continued.

She’s an Angler fish with her shiny questions and then GOBBLE, and you only then swim inside her shame. I saw that for the 1st Time today. There’s NO way YOU could be responsible for ANY of what she put on you tonight. She and I? That ended when the door closed behind her just now. It’s not the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was caused by the 1 million 435 thousand straws piled up on there unnoticed one by one until… I’m not Atlas.

So, nope, not leaving. We came in separate cars, she and I are through. I’ll handle that later. For my safety I may need to check into a hotel. Though, we still have 40 minutes, right?

Well then, yes we do. What would you like to focus on?

And the Long Road Home Began As…

I saw on your bio that you do Brainspotting. How does that work? Something is like a magnet inside me fascinated with that, and I know spare little about it.

He proceeded to give me the general overview in several minutes.

Well, COOL! Let’s get started. Let me stand up and shake that previous off, maybe an adrenaline dump like dogs and cats literally shaking it off and back into flow, and breathe deeply, then sit down…. Ok, how do we start?

And, We Did

I Took the Long Road Home

I took the long road home, ended the Internal Civil War between my own Parts, things I’ve called Inner Inheritances in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum and ImaginAction, and ImaginAction 2.0 that caused me to not only allow that kind of relationship, but to maybe even to expect it. Interesting to me that I wrote about things that I was doing naturally, though that wouldn’t reach the intensity to dive even deeper than I had in writing those books.

The Parts Now?

The Parts now? Now, I continue to work with and listen to them regardless of their intensity as they come up, or they choose to be allies in different ways not ready yet to dissolve in those ablution cascades of tingles in parts of the body when they do. And, some are heard, and I ask them their message. As I receive, they disappear into me, and I feel ablution tingles as they cascade disperse to re-home where they belong in my body.

I feel again now. I feel and do my creative work. I’m in love with my creativity and imagination again. I look forward to where that takes me from here.

After 3+ years of Brainspotting, Sovereign.

18 months ago I paused Brainspotting after 3+ years, looked up from my desk. Why was I even sitting there? Why had I been sitting there for the same hour every day for 2 weeks. I chuckled and smiled wide temples flexing eyes brightening and began writing as if I had never stopped… as out loud I said,

In Regards to Unresolved Trauma That Triggers You, Here’s a Bastille Day Poem I Wrote in 1993

Stop

Who Is to free the prisoners when sand sleeps in the eternity of the titled hourglass?

(C)) 1993 Jordan Hoggard

There is an art to learning your cup is always being filled with beauty, and learning how to tip it over to spill some out. Beauty spilled is a mess that doesn’t need to be cleaned up. Trauma, trauma stuck inside and driving you. May I suggest to learn ways to tilt the hourglass back up to wake up those sands of trauma so they can flow rather than fester?

Now, it’s time

Now it’s time to grow a Lotus out of this mud.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now, put the foundations under them.

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

And, I began writing again, differently now.

That All started

That all started 4 1/2 years ago.

I took the long road home, on purpose.

I cherish what I went through and have done and how I’ve grown into myself where my boundaries look like… well, they look just like me. In the last 18 months from It’s time to grow a Lotus out of this mud,, and from all the creative work I did before the poisonous drip and ooooohhhh SHINY of the Angler Fish‘s bait… they live here now. In me. Perennials waking after a long winter sleep to wake verdant and naturalize in my voice.

And, what’s that? What have I done. Naturalize my perennials? I’ve begun to naturalize the perennial of me in my wonderful Soul Garden. Soul Gardener… hmmm, I like that. Thank you M.Y. — you know who you are. That card you gave me at REI that day Sitting on the bench with coffee in Denver in 2006-2007. You wrote that to me. You referred to me as a Soul Gardener in your card. It was such an honor and went way over my head of the credit I was NOT giving myself back then to believe in my work fully. That stuck. And now, I’m unstuck. Thank you for that gift, for that card, for your astute and apt and heartfelt words, so I can now thank myself for my value, and be grateful… I can be grateful that I have a Soul Gardener to help me Naturalize further in my life, may way. Thank you, M.Y.

Quick fixes have shallow roots.

~ Unknown

Storms make the oaks take deeper roots.

~ George Herbert

A tree with deep roots laughs at storms.

~ Malay Proverb

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

~ Anais Nin

Religion and Heaven are for people who do not want to go to Hell. Spirituality is for those of us who have already been there.

~ David Bowie
Reflections (c) 2006 Jordan Hoggard

My Soul Gardener Asks

What cornerstone in life do you brace against to grow a Lotus out of the mud in an area of your life… no matter how long it takes?

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Long After… Walden Then. Walden Now. Walden 200 Years From Now

08 Jul

Please visit Dihedral’s post clicking on this… and I will piggy-back my YES! below

What a wonderful Walden Then, Walden Now, Walden 200 Years from Now post! Called Trajectory

How can we not waste trouble so this doesn’t CONTINUE to happen? That we do not continue to self-sabotage our world? Cummon! We heal ourselves to higher octave levels. I’m now wondering how I can transpose my current perspective into healing for the Earth itself. Nope, not selling the VW van I don’t have and all my worldly possessions. I‘M going to, personally, feel into the strats and logistics of this differently. How about you? Heck, mortgage paid off in 15 years? Cool. Nope, not cool. The Earth may yank THAT carpet out from under you when it urps up a bigger NOPE removing the very ground you walk on… So, keep your deed as a souvenir… if any of us are even still alive to revel in it around the campfire then, then you’ll have a sacred relic.

Please visit The Dihedral’s site for their most recent post.

I’m not pleading. Sovereign doesn’t grovel, it simply owns. I’ve almost died already 3 times Above treeline. I’m in Bonus Play, and I have no desire for a 4th. Like, respect for what you have and are building? Hmmm…

(Oh puhleeeeze scare tactics are for unreasonably superficial spam. Yup, that’s not this public service message)

Please take another step to secure the effective gigs you’ve built in your work to layer in the scale of all of us.

Thank You.

The greatest fear for success should not be failure. It should Be succeeding at something that doesn’t matter.

~ Francis Chan

Proceed as if success is inevitable.

~ Unknown

Can we take the long road home now? Can we Inspect our expectations to see the beauty that is here and not continue to murder it? Aren’t we each the heartbeats of beauty? I’ll step in with my, Yup. Maybe that should be an Uncle Walt Yawp!

5 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment

So,

So, you’ve watched my 5 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment, all 1 min 06 seconds of it… don’t blink!, though you still have questions like, Well, that sure sounds nice Jordan, though however am I going to see past the trigger of the hurt and see what you’re saying in the video? I don’t even know what that means, That’s fair, except not really fair, because that would be cruel (Thanks Bare Naked Ladies).

What’s Really the Issue?

What’s really the issue with being actionable about that? It now doesn’t sound like rocket science to save our world. It. Is Simply. Continued. And. Sustained Action. Hear and feel the established inner light through the pain in the video? Well, if so…

Can we Kintsukuroi Our Broken World?

Here’s a gourmet poem for self-nourishment and word-nourishement, Kintsukuroi Me, by Christina Schmidt, MA… that can be transposed to the Self-Care and partnership relationship strengths of an ability to receive of the Earth itself.

What cornerstone of the world can we brace against that sends veins of gold throughout Gaia? What Mother Lode of a cornerstone can we brace against to sidestep the shallow roots of quick fixes, and instead use this Fucked Up Storm as the oak tree does to take deeper roots… to become… A strong tree that has no worry about storms? in support of its evident beauty? How can we together do that?

Self-created? Sure. And. As well also, Oh puhLEEZ!

Personally, I have ONE Principal in the Principal’s Office of My Life. Me. And, Sovereign,

I don’t keep office hours.

Instead, I Live.

Can we all simply own it? Frankly, we’re in for it in this epoch, so it’s not our fault. THOUGH, we have certainly put our foot to the floor in 6th gear running the tach high Into the redline to amplify it. Can we perform a diff shift-n-corner-BayBEE mode?

Can We

Can we forsake blame, lose the reverse gear of shaming, and simply work with, OK, we fucked up. What are we gong to do about it? There’s no apology in that other than the transformed effectiveness of a lifelong mode of being. No one’s going to be taken to the Principal’s Office. We’re ALL in trouble here without punitive anything. Survival? Thrival? I choose the latter. And, beauty is requisite for that, How about we come together and solve and resolve this shit! How about we amplify our world in lieu of deflation?!

How have you not wasted trouble, used your imagination to actionably dive in, and come out the other side with effective and living actions that served you better and increased the value of your work? Cool. How can we all use that to amplify this to the world scale and sustainably implement it?

How do you self-nourish?,

and how good are you at receiving from another, or others?

How good are you at receiving?

Can we find out how good the Earth is at receiving from US?!

We have a lot to live for. Can we?

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Long After… What Hurts the Most

07 Jul

My mistakes are all OFLs.

Opportunities For Learning.

Every. Single. One.

They each contributed to where I’ve arrived today. Aaron Lewis’ work resonates with that for me.

What messages have not wasting trouble gifted you?

The greatest fear for success should not be failure. It should Be succeeding at something that doesn’t matter.

~ Francis Chan

Proceed as if success is inevitable.

~ Unknown

My Internal Civil War Ended.

How? I took the long road home is how. Inspecting my expectations to see what was actually really there about me. Not overlooking myself such as is the heartbeat of the

5 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment

So,

So, you’ve watched my 5 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment, all 1 min 06 seconds of it… don’t blink!, though you still have questions like, Well, that sure sounds nice Jordan, though however am I going to see past the trigger of the hurt and see what you’re saying in the video? I don’t even know what that means That’s fair, except not really fair, because that would be cruel (Thanks Bare Naked Ladies).

What’s really the issue with being actionable about that. Rather than me responding to the fiction of my response to my fictional question to just Devil’s Advocate myself for some taffy pull fun to test specs with my work, how about this instead… Read a gourmet poem by Christina Schmidt, MA, that I’ve linked below. Kintsukuroi Me. It has just one image with it, just one. And, spare few words. I feel that reading her poem and seeing the picture and applying the title to yourself… hmmm, might just do the trick, or at least crack the glass ceiling of the hull of an important seed… Sovereignty.

If it doesn’t, you and I can move on. Everyone’s different , like everyone else. And, I feel Christina’s KintsuKuroi Me applies to everyone, especially once you’re Sovereign. Maybe even THAT’s when you can utilize your personal gold even more. THere’s a lot to explore in the higher octaves and depths where your roots fly as high as your roots finger deep. No Icarus here. Daedalus and Chiron BayBEE.

What Cornerstone

What cornerstone of your life do you brace against that sends veins of gold throughout you from your Mother Lode. What Mother Lode of a cornerstone do you brace against to sidestep the shallow roots of quick fixes, where storms make Your oak tree take deeper roots… to become… A strong tree has no worry about storms?

How have you not wasted trouble, used your imagination to actionably dive in, and come out the other side with effective and living actions That serve you better to increase the value of your work?

How do you self-nourish?,

and how good are you at receiving from another, or others?

How good are you at receiving?

How much do you pay attention to cherish the leading (stain glass) of your scars and transform them into the gold that is experience… like the Japanese vase that more beautiful because it’s been broken like Kintsukuroi?

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What Cornerstone In Life Do You Brace Against?

17 Jun

As If

I’ve lived my life as if my life depended on it, in the perpetual present. I value my experiences, regardless. They have all together brought me to where I am now. No regrets. No mistakes. All OFLs.

My mistakes are all OFLs.

Every. Single. One. They each contributed to where I’ve arrived today.

OFLs

The greatest fear for success should not be failure. It should Be succeeding at something that doesn’t matter.

~ Francis Chan

Proceed as if success is inevitable.

~ Unknown

My process of being naturally comfortable with the not-knowing while getting things done? Maybe it’s due to having almost died on the mountain once, twice, three times? Maybe, it’s also due to a life of welcoming experience over worry. I become more connected to Self and Others, and feel more strongly, feel more clearly the older I get.

And, not by a numbing where I just ignore intense gigs because my awareness or boundaries have eroded, or I’ve simply become accustomed to them Where the blush is off the rose. In fact I notice that I respond or don’t more now.  I can also thank taking the long road home with 3+ years of bi-weekly Brainspotting in my late 40s certainly didn’t hurt.

Someone Recently Asked

I love that someone recently asked me about my 5+ year radio silence. DOOD, what DID you do. you’re so clear now like you really love what you’re dong, AND we can all share in that as well. You were brilliant before, though at times hard to follow as you’d paint the WHOLE picture at once. Yup, YOU just saw it and felt it, though keeping up with your revs and where you were going was exhausting, and actually almost impossible. Your simple steps were leaps of faith for me, and I’m no Evil Knievel. Understood, you were thinking and feeling out loud, though now I’m resonating with what you’re doing, clearly! Glad to have you back! And, more so, glad you have a more aware clarity of what you are doing in a way you can express it to us! Thank you!

I’ve lived my life as if my life depended on it, as those 3 times it certainly did.

The 3rd One

On the 3rd one — a short time after, me still swimming in the experience still wet behind the ears so to speak from it  — i paused. I felt something stir deep within me that rose to the surface like Poseidon rising up through my Natal 10th House Neptune Mercury conjunction. My head popped up as if a long lost friend suddenly appeared as if to continue a conversation interrupted years ago.

Yes?, I asked. The message response coming back…

Yes. Yes, indeed, Jordan. Yes, keep that. It’s yours.

When? October 1999. Where? Mt Democrat, a 14er near Breckinridge, CO. I kept the triangular piece of basalt I found when sitting on the backside cornice over the scree field when Sand-aiding my cuts — like Bandaids, except with sand — kept it in my pocket daily for 5 years.

And, a Wonderful Person

And, a wonderful person heard the story, and the cloister experience of near death and opening to it to live that I had on the mountain. And, about my rock I carried in my pocket for 5 years, both Linus Blanket and sacred talisman. She asked, Will you entrust your memory rock to me for a while? No certainty of timeframe, open ended, simply entrust it to me for a while? I will of course take very good care of it. Your story inspired an idea, a grand one really. Will you send it to me to hold for you for a while? I feel it has inspired me to grow something for you in my Soul Garden.

My watercolor paintings put with what I received are from my Constructing the Center series from 1993-1995. I found my rock on the top of Mt Democrat in 1999. Sent my rock to her in early summer 2009. And, late summer 2009, a curious box arrived via UPS.Why does this feel so important? Hey, you’re on the covered porch in this turn-of-the-century bungalow house you live in. Though, come in fully. Come in out of the rain. It wasn’t raining. This intensely pivotal experience had started.

Return, Re-Surfacing

My rock had been returned as she expressed it would, though differently. Something else was re-surfacing. A card wonderfully penned, deckled edge card lay on top of red silk, Lilac-Carmine-touch of Carmenere red silk. On it, deceptively simply words…

Yes! This had not simply been a Nanny over the summer for my rock, or a field trip for it, or for me to release it to more fully open. I opened the box. No annoying packing peanuts. Packaging of sheer Carmenere-Lilac silk. on top of red silk, Lilac-Carmine-touch of Carmenere red silk. On Top of the silk lay a deckled edge 140-pound watercolor card. No envelope, pre-opened. Simply the card. Wonderfully penned with care and attention and flow were these words

Your story inspired an idea, a grand one really.

Enjoy the unfolding.

Yes!

Lifting the folds open carefully, lovingly lifting, undulating in a slow kelping rhythm of unfolding sacred treasure. Unfolding, one discovery-strata of silk fold after another. Unfolding. Kelping, unfolding. And, revealing…

There it was!

My Eyebrows Lifted

My eyebrows lifted to give room to my brightening eyes’ amazement. I may have well knocked a portal through the ceiling in my office to provide room for what was happening. There It was. My rock. My equilateral triangle, basalt talisman rock. Though, it came home, RIDING it’s own home! It now lived as the centerpiece talisman on an amazing wand!

I have such gratitude for that moment. Such gratitude. I cherish that experience. I cherish the 2-way street of not-knowing and courage that led to it. I cherish what it means for someone to reach out like that. I cherish that my experience inspired another. I cherish my not-knowing And a courage to let go of the Linus Blanket of my basalt talisman… and send it, like sending it off to finishing school.

To Put It Lightly

To put it lightly, I’ll tell ya, I sent it after quite a bit of internal tug-o-war.

In letting go, the past transcended past what I typically consider being way beyond My levels of acceptable risk. They’re high in the 1st place, though I Fooled from start to finish, as did she. I trusted that the ground would rise up to support my every step in unknown territory, trusted her at her word and trusted the not-knowing.

The Internal Civil War Ended

The internal civil war ended when a thought-feeling washed over me. I wasn’t letting go of my basalt talisman. I wasn’t letting go of one of the most intense experiences of my life. The experience was finally integrating, and sending of my rock was an Initiation. I wasn’t letting go of my rock. I was sending it to a Master Soul Gardener, to naturalize it in its own Soul Garden of a wand.

Though, no

Though, no amount of wisdom or foresight or clarity of vision Or prescience or prescient remembrance would have ever prepared me for what was lovingly nestled in the soil folds inside that sacred, cardboard geode box.

What Happened?

What happened? Beyond my wildest dreams is what happened. Something happened that I neither expected nor could have fathomed. What happened I cherish to this day, gather I always will. What happened was beyond sending my rock. What happened was I received, fully. I received, and opened more than just that cardboard geode that arrived on my doorstep.

I lifted my rock, now fully alive and living on a wonderful and majestic and powerful wand from the geode seed of its box. I lifted it from the grand idea that had occurred prior to its creation, prior to its creation, prior to its making, prior to its growing its soul out of another’s Soul Garden. Now, it lived, embraced in my hands. Now, it was my turn to get on my way right there with my own Soul Garden Ally right there in my hands in my Soul Garden.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now, put the foundations under them.

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

What Cornerstone

What cornerstone in life do you brace against?

What cornerstone in life do you brace against to build and place the foundations up to support the castles of your dreams built way up there?

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Perpetual Present & OFLs

16 May

I live my life as if my life depends on it,

in the perpetual present.

I value my experiences, regardless.

They have all together brought me to where I am,

where I am now.

No regrets. Many OFLs.

My mistakes are all OFLs. Every. Single. One.

OFLs? Opportunities For Learning.

The greatest fear for success should not be failure. It should Be succeeding at something that doesn’t matter. ~ Francis Chan

Proceed as if success is inevitable. ~ Unknown

Întention is over-rated. It’s simply far more important the way something comes across. ~ Jordan Hoggard

My process of being naturally comfortable with the not-knowing while getting things done? Maybe it’s due to having almost died on the mountain once, twice, three times? Possibly. Maybe, it’s my Natal Astro Chart config, and how I’ve come to resonate with it in myself. Maybe, it’s also due to a life of welcoming experience over worry, as I seem to get happier the older I get.

By not numbing to just ignore intense gigs because my awareness has eroded, just have become accustomed to them, and/or didn’t like the discomfort? Nope. Nope. And… Nope. In fact I notice and respond or don’t more now.  3+ years of bi-weekly Brainspotting in my late 40s certainly didn’t hurt.

I love that someone recently asked me about my 5+ year radio silence. DOOD, what DID you do while you were gone?! You’re so clear now, even in your abstract, like you really love what you’re doing and know how to care about it more. AND, we can follow and all share in that as well. You were wickedly brilliant and interesting before, though at times hard to follow. You’d Easily paint the WHOLE picture at once in a stroke, 1,000 words or 5 word metaphor, at every scale. Easily clear to you, though… Yup, YOU just saw it and felt it, though keeping up with your revs and where you were going, uh hem… and you, NOT FAIR!, speed-shifting in sync bypassing the clutch… it was exhausting at times, and actually almost impossible, though ALSO intriguing. Your simple steps were leaps of faith for me, and I’m no Evil Knievel, though I’m ‘out there, too.’ Understood, you were thinking and feeling out loud, Effin Abstract Expressionist you were, and NOW, TOO, though I feel it clearly!. I fuckin’ resonate with what you’re doing SO much more now! Glad to have you back! And, more so, glad you have a more aware clarity of what you are doing in a way you can express it to us! You also seem happier. I may like that even more.

I live my life as if my life depends on it,

as those 3 times on the mountain it certainly did.

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On the 3rd one — a short time after, me still swimming in the experience still wet behind the ears so to speak from it  — i paused. I felt something stir deep within me that rose to the surface like Poseidon rising up through my Natal 10th House Neptune`Mercury conjunction in Scorpio, supported by my Pluto~Pallas-Athena~Uranus conjunction in 8th House Virgo, given plenty of room by my Moon~ASC 12th House conjunction in Capricorn. And, my Chiron could not have been more pleased. My head popped up as if a long lost friend suddenly appeared as if to continue a conversation interrupted, paused to gestate and ruminate, years ago.

Yes?, I asked, all ears. The message response came back…

Yes. Yes, indeed, Jordan. Yes, keep that. It’s yours. Keep it.

My rock. It was my rock. My equilateral triangle, basalt rock from out of the sand at the top of the Mt Democrat 14er scree field. Sand and blood and a rock. I kept them, blotted the blood with sand, Sand-Aid not by Curad. The rock. I kept the rock. The blood and sand healed away. I kept the rock in my left pocket for 5 years. What happened to my rock? It’s now a talisman. It’s now the talisman on my wand which is a whole ‘ other story in itself.

Similarities resonating to life after 17 years. Cicada?
Constructing the Center, Night #12, 2008

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What Do You Keep?

What cornerstone do you keep in your life to brace against?

How Can You Utilize That to Further Invest in Yourself?

Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen

Good. You’re feeling pain now. And, you know the best thing about pain?

No, Master Chief.

The best thing about pain is, it tells you you’re still alive, and to get home! ~ G.I. Jane

Get Home!

Well, theses days, we’re typically already there,

and that can be utilized.

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Thanks for You, as only you can be, visiting here today in the perpetual present.

What Have You Mined, and Kept?

What geodes of OFLs have you mined and opened and kept

that provide a cornerstone you brace against?

What have you kept

that enhances your investment in yourself?

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