ImaginAction and ImaginAction 2.0 ~ The Unplugged Sessions
You asked, you shall receive
ImaginAction is a system for immersion in your chosen focus AND/OR also like a visual eSpa a place to simply get away for several moments or an hour+ and Be in the 78 eAblution Pools of inviting watercolors and welcoming questions. It’s all yours when you’re there as it is a 103-page pdf with 78 in full color. It’s a place to learn more of your own story, and take action with it.
There’s A
There’s a Creation Story. Of course there’s a How-To, though ImaginAction is pretty Mac-like plug-n-play. You might skip the instructions and go straight to the pools. I don’t suggest to, though I also don’t suggest not to. Heck, maybe I do suggest you skip the instructions first, go to the eAblution Pools, and see what happens. Then, when something happens and you steep in it, you can always go back to see how to tune that experience in as fuel for your actions in life:
personally
in business
Mindfulness
Divination
Meditation
with Tarot or Oracles or Runes or all three...
or of course YOUR fave go-to divination tools
OR...
My Favorite part
No cards at all other than you. What a Card you are, huh?!!
AND, News Flash
This Just In!!!
ImaginAction is pain free, effective Self help. The lazy student’s fast track to great results. No wordy waffle to wade through, just beautiful pools of colour to sink into… Portals into the greatest story ever told. No! Not that one! An even better one! Your story! A discovery of who you are, of who you can be when you claim your own power.
~ Eda Ryven
Thank you, Eda! Much appreciated!
Wow, What an excellent review. I won’t even call it a mini-review. What else need be said About ImaginAction? I know you are a private person, Eda. I appreciate you sending me that and outright instructing me to use it. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Mme Ryven. Thank you!
$3.90 USD to download that? Eda’s talking about the $3.90 thing? You sure, Jordan? You’re sure you’re not pasting that into the wrong post?
ImaginAction is a system for immersion in your chosen focus AND/OR also like a visual eSpa a place to simply get away for several moments or an hour+ and Be in the 78 eAblution Pools of inviting watercolors and welcoming questions. It’s all yours when you’re there as it is a 103-page pdf with 78 in full color.
There’s A
There’s a Creation Story. Of course there’s a How-To, though ImaginAction is pretty Mac-like plug-n-play. You might skip the instructions and go straight to the pools. I don’t suggest to, though I also don’t suggest not to. Heck, maybe I do suggest you skip the instructions first, go to the eAblution Pools, and see what happens. Then, when something happens and you steep in it, you can always go back to see how to tune that experience in as fuel for your actions in life:
personally
in business
Mindfulness
Divination
Meditation
with Tarot or Oracles or Runes or all three...
or of course YOUR fave go-to divination tools
OR...
My Favorite part
No cards at all other than you. What a Card you are, huh!!
You see, you don’t need to be into Tarot or divination. At all. Though, all of us have imaginations. What about people crippled with PTSD? Do they have imaginations? Yes, and I’ll tell you from 1st hand experience, they, and I, had/have imaginations that desiccated, died on the vine. 1st the creativity diminishes, took about 18 months of the poison drip person, then the subtle deflation missed it’s so incremental that it goes an you don;t come to the realization until after. And then, one day, you have this strange lack of feeling coupled with an overly-strong thought that, Oh shit. I am only a problem-solver now. That flow, those connections, that fluid fluency. It’s gone. As an Architect, Tarot Reader, Astrologer, Painter… This felt like going blind. How am I going to do my work. And, I couldn’t. I can’t have this. I have to heal this. So, I took the long road home. Dropped Facebook and Twitter and LinkedIn. Only kept twitter for a visual beauty IV drip with no words while… 3+ years of Brainspotting. 2 years of writing after to get my bearings. And, Late February this year 2 weeks before the 3/19 shutdown over here (US) my nascence, my dormancy cracked open. And…
Here we are.
That was My Direct Experience of PTSD
Fortunately, I only experienced the environment that caused it for 3 years before I felt the above and the Inner Horror Movie Voice rang in as my savior… Get Outtttttt.
I took the long road home. 3+ years of bi-weekly-ish Brainspotting with a Licensed Psychologist. That’s another thing you’ll get from ImaginAction. Creating the kinds of experiences for people post-Brainspotting that I find valuable and healthy.
So, let me see. Let’s call that 73 – 80 1 1/2 hour intense sessions at $120 a pop. That’s 110 – 120 hours of intense therapy which shook out to approx just over $9k. It really doesn’t matter how long it took to bring it all together and format n stuff. That’s boring, right?
ImaginAction
ImaginAction 2.0
ImaginAction and ImaginAction 2.0 ~ The Unplugged Sessions
You just want the goods. Give me the baby not the delivery! I get it.
Ok, so I turned $9-grand into a self-filling eSpa full of 78 eAblution Pools for the price of a coffee. $3.90. Yup, from an R & D perspective, that sounds about right. You pay approx 3/10,000ths of what it took to get there. And, that $3.90 coffee investment in yourself, self-refills… and most have indicated it did them more than some good as well. Good stuff. I find it fulfilling when something I make moves someone in wonderful ways. I would also be remiss if I didn’t say that the $3.90/EA price tag in line with the price of a coffee for a 103-page pdf download that is complete with no strings attached… $3.90 also makes this accessible to most everyone. And, since you get to download 3 copies, that’s one two keep, and two to pay forward. And, with the 3 copies gig and paying forward… that makes it accessible to almost everyone.
So, I ask
Will you allowImaginAction to begin to enhance and better the way you are your own guide today, or the way you want to be your own guide for $3.90 USD?
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
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’sLibrary 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.
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.
Is Karma simply Spirituality’s version of Religion’s Dogma of guilt and Shaming? Both hierarchy-reinforcing and manipulative crowd control?
Tree of Life Structure Doodle Detail (c) Jordan Hoggard
Rather
Rather than leaving things to The Fates, or concern of karma or shame or guilt what about… reasons are unreasonable and Dharma? Why explain yourself? Why petition? When Sovereign, isn’t the only Principal in the Principal’s Office you? For me the only Principal in the Principal’s Office is me, and I don’t keep office hours with that position.
Tiger Woman Pen & Ink (c) 1991 Jordan Hoggard
Can Ego be Good if it Keeps Your Center Looking Good and Healthy?
Is Karma simply Spirituality’s version of Religion’s Dogma of guilt and Shaming? Aren’t they both just crowd control to reinforce hierarchy and manipulatively facilitate people to induce crowd control via being afraid or worrying And take care of perpetuating it on their own. Both worry and being afraid are forms of anxiety rather than being the excellent radar of fear informed by the wonderful vanity of the ego that says, Well, you look better with a head than without, so fear blips the radar to say, DUCK!
Is Anxiety a Creativity Silencing Narcotic?
Does anxiety numb and silence creativity and self-knowledge into sluggish and ingrained conformity rather than to explore and experience things like The Silence of Light By Louis I. Kahn, or Chthonic Numinosity AS Self by Jordan Hoggard to supplant boring and desiccated Hierophants who are stubborn and unbending traditionalists. Basically, The Hierophant on a bad day, rather than you finding YOUR OWN inner Hearfelt Silverback Gorilla Hierophant? Toot my own horn? Sure, somebody’s gotta start the band.
Isn’t
Isn’t sluggish and ingrained conformity a mud from which even a Lotus won’t grow? That’s stifling. No Soul Gardener’s gonna amend the soil with that shit. Too hot. Burns the roots. Even cow manure needs to compost and rot before it’s safe for the plants in your garden. I think that conformity shit might have a half-life in regards to composting. Yeah, it’ll be ready… never. How does never work for you? Oh yeah, sign me up for some of that shit.
Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit
This
This post is a comet of an idea that just passed through the orbits of my Idea Solar System otherwise known as imagination. Go figure with NEOWISE in the sky.
Tarot in the Land of Mystereum 10 of Wands (c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard
What’s
The Dive and Ichthusa and Chthonic Numinosity: Self oil paintings (c) 1991-1992 Jordan Hoggard
It’s always a crank idea, until of course it catches on.
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….
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?
Ian Bryant’s Meditation Spread prompting A Place of Restful Possibilities. Images (c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard. Schiffer Publications. Ian has my express permission to use Mystereum images at will on Tarot Sushi.
I Encourage You
I encourage you to check out Ian Bryant’s StoryA Place of Restful Possibilities, and as well his work on the Tarot Sushi site. I cherish the story A Place of Restful Possibilities as a sculpture, Mystereum as the armature, and the warm-up armature of M is not part of the visible performance —references from teh book owned and fully made his own — filled Ian’s tanks with the high octane good stuff for a wonderful journey to connection. Oh, nah, that’s not a spoiler. The writing and story are too good in Ian’s piece for that one detail to be anything more than vague and ambiguous tease here. No tease there, though. Check out Ian Bryant’s A Place of Restful Possibilities on the Tarot Sushi site.
I am Honored. I am plussed. I cherish Ian using Mystereum the way it was meant to be used… to enhance and reinforce and strengthen and amplify His Life, His Way. Your Life, Your Way is the Way of The Land of Mystereum, ImaginAction, and ImaginAction 2.0. Best to you always finding your best way.
May the ground always rise up to support your every step. Especially, when there was no ground there as you began to step.
~ Jordan paraphrasing an Irish Proverb to The Fool for the Leap… where The Fool might not even leave the ground, simply experience the flight in the interstice between each and every steps. Skip in the step, anyone?
Thank you, Ian. Treasure. Your Story is True Treasure. Thank you!
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.
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)
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 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…
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?!
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.
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?
Yup, the interrogating tensions of creativity accept no substitute or error. Nope, not on the list. And, then you found your own sacred combo, and COSMIC SAFE CRACKED.The Architect? Remind me a bit of the Ace of Wands… possibly, I would have done better to pair him up with the Queens of Cups and Wands back then? Neh, I didn’t. Will now, though. https://jordanhoggard.com/tag/ace-of-wands/?ak_action=reject_mobileReplyLike
Pure & BlessedJordan HoggardI always think he feels Ace of Swordish but now you mention Wands, the way I read A of W is more in keeping. Maybe he’s the Ace of Bunsen burners mixing and tweaking balance of fire and air to get the right result. Q of C! I’m sure she’d love it Reply1Like
Jordan HoggardAs an Architect, I’d go with all of the above + Q of W and + K of Wands + Q of P for QC + Q of W. Ace of W at the tip of his/her Architect’s pencil, then + the rest of every deck available.Maybe we would do well to ask julia Morgan… as other than Jose Plecznic and Imhotep and whoever did (R.A Schwaller DeLubicz’s beloved) the Temple of Luxor at Karnak, she’s my fave Architect. When asked about Frank Lloyd Wright’s public outbursts and way, her contemporary, she simply responded, “Oh he always does that when he’s broke or about to be. I have too much work to have time for that brand of superficial distraction. He’s just marketing as if his life depended on it, because it’s about to. You can tell when he’s about to go broke. He always convinces the bank he needs a new Cord, and then he shows up looking successful and gets those same type of clients. He does appearances. I do reality.” dafuqin LOVE her.Ever heard of Casa Grande, the Wm Randolph Hearst mansion? That’s all Julia. As sexist as Architecture is, Julia Morgan rocked it beyond the profession’s walls, seismically, 100 years ago… Go figure. In 1908 -1916 her reinforced concrete structures had seriously strong earthquake survival rates
So did her Presence As Architecture. Unfortunately… ever heard of her? Lots of people keep their brilliant head down and change the world for the better. Maybe she’s one?
As an Architect, I’d go with all of the above + Q of W and + K of Wands + Q of P for QC + Q of W. Ace of W at the tip of his/her Architect’s pencil, then + the rest of every deck available. Maybe we would do well to ask julia Morgan… as other than Jose Plecznic and Imhotep and Carlos Scarpa … whoever did (R.A Schwaller DeLubicz’s beloved) the Temple of Luxor at Karnak, she’s my fave Architect.
When asked about Frank Lloyd Wright’s public outbursts and way, her contemporary mind you, she simply responded, “Oh he always does that when he’s broke or about to be. I have too much work to have time for that brand of superficial distraction. He’s just marketing as if his life depended on it, because it’s about to. You can tell when he’s about to go broke. He always convinces the bank he needs a new Cord, and then he shows up looking successful and gets those same type of clients. He does appearances. I do reality.”
Oh, did I say that before? Guess it deserved repeating. dafuqin LOVE her.
Ever heard of Casa Grande, the Wm Randolph Hearst mansion? That’s all Julia. As sexist as Architecture is, Julia Morgan rocked it beyond the profession’s walls, seismically, 100 years ago… Go figure. In 1908 -1916 her reinforced concrete structures had seriously strong earthquake survival rates. So did her Presence As Architecture. Unfortunately… ever heard of her? Lots of people keep their brilliant head down and change the world for the better. She was certainly one. As she expressed, “I have too much work not to.” Maybe she’s one? re: FLW?: https://despair.com/products/underachievementhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Morgan
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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.
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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.
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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