I’ve posted about my Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer, Schiffer Publications 2011, in a lot of ways. I’ve done a Process of Sequencing IndividuationTarot Psychology synopsis. I’ve done a series of the Presence of the (insert Major card) series going through how in the Land of Mystereum each of the Majors visit and cameo in many of the Minors to bring lineage into the power of the Minors, give them higher octaves readily present without playing the implication game with things unseen. There’s been The Soul Seat Heartfelt Silverback Hierophant where instead of the Hierophant on a bad day, the stubborn and unbending traditionalist, the Hierophant is seated AS active wisdom born of life experience.
Though, This Morning
Though, this morning I smiled, dosed myself with my own medicine of share the Mystereum Majors Outright standalone as a gallery, Doodicus. What about share the Mystereum Majors as a gallery so WITHOUT the perspective and bents of your words, people can dive in and see for themselves? No tour guide theme. No intent, ahhh ESPECIALLY no intent — well, if it’s already there in the captions, that’s just fine.
Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across. Can be the heartbeat pulsing actions to life, though the actions are going to speak louder than the intent words.
Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across
~ Jordan Hoggard at a BBQ in 1993, Denver Colorado. Thanks Joe B. for writing the 1st sentence of the 1st part on your white board. Otherwise, this statement would have most likely been lost.
And, there is was. Cool. Enjoy the Mystereum Majors with my words like chaff shed off from wheat in the wind.
So, Sidestepping My Intent, How Do the Mystereum Major Arcana Come Across to You?
journey, natural expressions, new directions
Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places… focus so intense that it dilates time to open
Yoniverse, fresh, nurturing, carrying to full term to bring to life, Great Mother
his horse nestles in becoming his tree. Look at the horse-legroots . . . overseer, place-maker, methodically moving step by step
Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit
Love what you love. Period. The Queen of Swords comprehends this.
Memory illuminating forward, inner light, perspective from experience, silent awareness
self-control, natural voice, simplicity
transformation, Phoenix, renewal
Temperance
vision, genius, poetry, reflections from beyond, light from an unseen source, tides of life
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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.
~ Mark Twain
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Every so often I come across STUNNING and wondrous words and images and et al, and feel it’s my responsibility to share them to contribute my part in them reaching the expanses they deserve.
Today, as I was reading Philip Edward’s blog post, it happened again. 4 words. 4 shining and magically magnetic words. 4. That’s it. 4 words. And those 4 words just went places for me! That’s it. 4 words. I dig that ‘No’ or ‘Yes can each be a complete sentence. Though here, today, I have a 1st. A whole blog post comprised of four words:
I Dedicate this Blog Post to Dr. Martin Luther King, assassinated 52 years ago on April 5th, 1967.
May his memory and energy and work and wisdom be blessings and inspirations to enhance and reinforce and strengthen inroads within each of us to strengthen the fabric of our human community, together.
(Formatting a bit unjuiced from copy and paste. And, Autocorrect often writes thing fo me that I didn’t Nintendo. No apologies for that. Proof-reading goes to far places to be clear, and then AutoCorrect can be a bully to fluidly writing. 🙂 )
Jordan Hoggard
Krigsgaldr. Rather than war and violence, I felt the Powerful ritual and process over ages of shamanic dismemberment finding Self. Regardless of the words I embrace and resonate with to put to it, the visual story may very well come across to everyone in an ‘all similar, each unique’ way as much as we are All different, like everyone else. Powerful. An epic movie short.
Holly Troy
“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.
Holly Troy
“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.
the theme continues . . .
Jordan Hoggard
Yes, and not to be smug or condescending in any way, though what I most enjoy In this time about that, is that that rite of passage to the Self, the child becoming the parent of the Man, The Temple In (Wo)Man and Temple Of (Wo)Man occurred for me in 1991 during my architectural thesis in a psychospiritual set of experiences over 3 months brought forth by my thesis itself, a house for me — catalyzed by my whole life up to that point realizing things I had taken responsibility for, though shouldn’t have (parent’s divorce 15 years prior) — and will continue to occur in small and large ways throughout the rest of my life. This time, now, is gifting me a more unfettered sense of clarity in action. Rather than kneeling at the Altar of Self, I am more reverently seeing the world, and ironically enough, notice I don’t cuss so much now.
Jordan Hoggard
Add, Truthfully, I kinda miss the cussing. It’s amazing the molecular things we adapt to that can cause change across the board. The cussing was actually a barb or poison of sorts. It wasn’t seen that way then, though now, there’s a diff tenor to the poetry of it. Adaptation, part of change, part of process, part of slow-form evolution.
Jordan Hoggard
New comment, as in a sense it belays my last…
Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about the people I’ve interacted with here since I came out of a 5+-year radio silence… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.
Yes, rite of passage in 1991, very powerfully. And, yes many many crushing and spendorous things between then and now. Though, 5 years ago, out of necessity, I took a J.O.B. As Director of Purchasing & Coordination for a company 5 years ago — the people are great, and it’s a solid 2-way street. I won;t mention the company name, as… ya know… work-life balance. This is my work, and that is also my work. Though, this is in support of what I need in life. And, I started 3+ years of bi-weekly Brainspotting Therapy/Counseling. Someone recently expressed to me, “DAYum. Hard core.” I tend to go all in like that. It’s simply my Nature which I find wonderfully cool and resonant.
2 weeks before the shutdown, I was startled awake be a feeling of celebration. Still very liminal, still very ??? Dafuq???, though it was there. Being awakened to the resonance with a high honor given to me several years before — my deck listed 39 out of 50 Top Most Essential Decks (Of all time) by The Tarosophy Tarot Association. Like to took me that long to own it and just say, “Thank you.” Which, of course I had before, though felt a consummate “Thank you” to myself in that liminal moment.
I sat there in the dark. Steeped in it without words or figuring out what this meant. I only had the feeling of, “don’t pollute this with words. There’s more here than you know.”
And, it came. A creative Ex. Not that I broke up with it, just that in 2012 it was complete, and now suddenly as it came rushing forth to greet me, only semi-complete, it had evolved from its chrysalis to unfurl its wings. 8 years of unconscious gestation? Yup, at least to me. It had been active, though, providing its own formative years to itself. It was the 78 Divination Spreads inspired by my art, though now… Now, it came with the same name alluded to in my Tarot deck and book. ImaginAction.
So, two weeks before the 3/19 – 3/20 shutdown, I turned back to wade into this intense pool of my own creation. And yes, with a bit of trepidation in, “Am I creatively strong enough to not get consumed?, and Fantasia style wand it and conduct it into… hmmm, what am I conducting?, and into what?”
The 11-page Creation story spilled out of me as if I was taking dictation, was a story I’d reverently kept to myself, never spoken of before. The 10-page easy-to-use How-To method just tracked 1 by 1 by 1 start to finish to… enter into several hundred hours of file prep to set up to assemble the pdf for consistency start to finish. I had woken up to start to finish a project not even on my radar until then. Isn’t the not-knowing and going with its serendipity grand?!! And, Voila! There it was. ImaginAction.
Thing is. ImaginAction may be the biggest, most wonderfully robust thing I’ve ever created, though that’s not where I am going here in this comment.
Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about birthing ImaginAction, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about interacting with people who currently inspire me beyond my historical friends (My Friend Fred for example) and something about a shift that just occurred now, and was seemingly always occurring throughout the past milestone cairn that was building itself over the last 8 weeks… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.
That perspective. I haven’t had fear and anxiety about this pandemic. At all. In fact, I;ve come into joy and excitement, and not the Freudian minor hysteria type. I even felt a bit ashamed and tentative at one point that I shouldn’t express what I felt as it might seem to demean the vast and real feelings of fear and grief others were legitimately and strugglingly going through. Though, that wasn’t what I was going through, and I came to terms with the experiential fact that these things aren’t relative. Each of us grieves differently, and each of us grieves differently each time. And, I should in no way apologize for feeling that something clicked, and I resoundingly opened to my way. LOL. I came out so to speak in regards to the gravity of my ideas, even if for none other than myself, to love my work again.
That perspective is that. It is what it is. Sometime around two weeks before this all this shit hit the fan across the human community, I woke up and nestled in to seat in myself and my work again. And, more naturally This time. And, dare I say, though feel it to be so… I may have just seated another natural notch into the Heartfelt Hierophant of my Soul Seat. That sure goes to 11.
Thank you for being part of that. You and Paul and other wonderful people I have interacted with have provided a perspective from you continuing your work through these times, and adapting. That’s part and party to my nestling in to… not a 6-speed turbo convertible This time, or my current car, which LOL needs brakes… nestling in to seat in myself, soulfully, and actively through my creative works.
Thank you Holly & Paul. Thank you for being part of stacking the stones of this milestone cairn time. And, thank you to you other 6 who plussed my sense of the world being wonderful, especially if you didn’t know you were.
I place no “What they do” here. I wouldn’t want to pigeon-hole your serendipity. Check them out. Poke around, and look at the breadth they offer. Heck, potatoe chips? More substantial than that, though still can’t have just one. I suggest to explore them. Enjoy the serendipity of what you find…
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I look forward to what ImaginAction feels like from YOUR perspective.
I am resonant as I re-read something that struck chords in me 20 years ago. It stood and still stands as one of my faves, and of course it feels different this time. No longer an Initiate, I initiate myself, feel a new charge cascade in tingles throughout me like when you hear someone sing in just that way that wonderfully waterfalls an ablution inside you.
This time around, my Hermit-Devil character, assemblage of Magician on the Right, Priestess on the Left, this time with them married within me form is again made from the formless. The cairn on the path of this passage is not unconsciously passed by this time with sparkly eyes drunk on wonderment. To clarify, that was a good thing. To enter. To enter from a place inside where reasons are unreasonable. To enter fully, because my I Am must, I had to, and so I did. I had a choice, though I am My Am. I did not bow my sovereignty to Must then. I stepped into the unknown with it bringing in Tarot full force alongside Architecture,Art, Alchemy, Poetry, and Psychology. It may have been one of the most important and courageous things I’ve done. Fears then were simply signs to inform my awareness. Acceptable risk was even off to the side behind me, left somewhere in the dust. Being afraid was like anxiety and worry, a waste of energy. I had plenty of fear, though being afraid was not a quality of them. Being aware in a manner where fear was simply the wise Counsel of Nature, of what was, is, and potentially will be. I entered fully, without a net. I stepped past my own steps.
As I immerse in the fresh discovery of my previous, first footprints that began an important cycle back then, I pause in respectful Silence and cherish the wild intensity of my creativity then. I steep, aware and conscious of this milestone moment of a new cycle, passage into a new orbit. I feel like the serpent maybe does just before it bites its own tail. I live in the meditative moment where the world of the serpent experiences that quark of a millisecond AS it bites its tail, becomes the Uroburos, and disappears Forever to bleed itself out of the serpent, out of the tip of the lead into the circle.
New circles, such as the one I have just had the honor to experience, make all things go ‘round. Awake again, I step more fully into into my previous footsteps, their paired and alive, talismanic artifacts, and stand like a Temple on their unseen stylobate, their fecund made-of-earth foundation. We stand together as I breathe the joy of being refreshed. As we stand together, One, my heartbeat fuels the next evolution, the earth’s presence rises from my feet with their groundgrabber toes up and throughout me, and my future orbits begin to present themselves to come more into focus. I will not describe them now. That would be a disrespectful irritant of a grain of sand, an undue influence to their soft oyster newness. As a Creator, I am deftly familiar with the responsibility to be the rock under which freshly molted ideas hover under my watch as they acclimate to move and make form from the formless. No irritants allowed. No grain of sand. I’m not out to make a pearl. Here, in a new circle, the snake his skin shedded to artifact steps, the snake his skin not missed Moves forward.
Enough about me. Back to the book that transported me above to right here. As I immersed into this book this time, a particular line struck me as one of my favorite assemblies of words to date. It may stand as the most concise and clear statement about creativity and divination that hasn’t lost its heart to the analytical, hasn’t divorced beauty to forsake its heart for a mistress of structure. For sure it’s no skeleton in a biology class used with overt irony as fact to discuss living things. It’s skeleton, it’s structure, is embedded within it like a 4 of Pentacles hidden bridge, and it’s still possibly an invertebrate. I needn’t know that distinction. The snake, his skin not missed resonates throughout with the chords struck by what i will refer to as The Astral of Ancestral Divination, and Forensic Archeological Empathy. No old, desiccated Hermit sitting in a Hierophant throne here. This is the Hierophant, wisdom from experience immersed in the throne of the heartfelt. Enjoy this assembly of words, this quote from someone whose politics in life I firmly do without, whose work I respect and value to the utmost. If it whets your whistle, enjoy!:
Symbolic representation and imagistic writing are the pure hieratic forms of esoteric expression. Through symbolism, and through it alone can we read the thought of the Ancients. It is only through the symbolical that we will be able to coordinate the known elements of this great civilization and that the writing may take on its true meaning. ~ R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz — The Temple In Man, p. 19
Shakin’Your Inner Booty scribes a new world, new life, place-making, enthusiasm
Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places… focus so intense that it dilates time to open
(c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard Her fully grounded out-of-body experience flying as high as her roots go deep
Yoniverse, fresh, nurturing, carrying to full term to bring to life, Great Mother
directed focus, seeing past tricksters
(C) 2011 Jordan Hoggard. Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit
… where we have this great group of TarotBlogHoppers working with, playing, interpreting, and / or dancing the the topic of Tarot in their own, unique ways coupled with the theme, “TURNING DARKNESS INTO LIGHT”. Enjoy the experience of the Tarot Yule gifts one and all that you receive on this TarotBlogHop. They are Yule gifts one and all!
Welcome now
as the chaff of the warm-up sloughs off from the wheat of the intro in the BlogHop wind… and, like in theatre, the warm-up is no longer part of the Yule performance… Welcome to my iteration-gift of the TarotBlogHop Yule theme:
~ “TURNING DARKNESS INTO LIGHT” ~
The Black Crucible of the Magician
by Jordan Hoggard
The Black Crucible of The Magician! WHAT?! What is THAT? What is the Black Crucible of The Magician? Well…
Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places… focus so intense that it dilates time to open
who you were when you were born, Self, return, identity, bright success in context
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Close your eyes. Visualize the big bowl of your night sky as a huge, black crucible you look up into. Visualize your huge night sky with stars as an immense forming-vessel, as a …Black Crucible gifted by The Magician and his first-sparks of ideas. Then, visualize your own shooting star to strike across and square your circle of this big, black bowl of your night sky. Remember this shooting star as a 1st spark of inspiration. Allow this 1st spark of inspiration to brighten you as it disappears into the darkness.
Remember the 1st-spark shooting star. Visualize that shooting star AS the 1st spark of ALL ideas. Remember the shooting star cascading across your night sky. As you remember that shooting star, slow its instantaneous coming and going down. Slow that shooting star down as you watch it slowly cross your night sky like Inner State Highways TV. Watch it and smile. Watch it and imagine. Now… imagine it starting across the sky, the Black Crucible again. Bring your shooting star to mind and focus on it. Like candle gazing, bring your shooting star to mind and see it up close. Get wonderfully lost in its infinity of tinyness and distance as you cascade yourself to it up close.
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Now, with it slowed down so you fully experience it, engage yourself to flex your temples smiling into it again… this time flexing your temples to imagine it in up close like a candle flame. As you begin to imagine it again, slow down your big bowl of night sky that is around it. Watch the whole scene as the shooting star appears and slowly, slowly moves across your big bowl of night sky. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. And, it is gone again. Bring it back to mind again up close like a candle’s flame. Go through its magical cycle of life, its magical cycle as it dives into you through your imagination. Experience the full cascade of energies of a shooting star seen up close frame by frame. Run slowly through the star’s cascade across your sky again as you count to 9 across its path.
Settle your shooting star into your imagination in its own orbit. Recall it when you need a shot of inspiration. Remember the shooting star each time as it plays slowly in long-form each time you have an idea. Remember this slow-form of your idea to gear into ITS mode of cycles before you jump in and write it down. Feel its presence on its terms. Feel its presence on your terms. Adjust to the pace and rhythm of each idea you have this way. Slowly gear into each idea as that shooting star across your sky and up close. Shift focus and redirect scale as you feel to or simply do… as you steer yourself to jot down the remembrance of its own particular ways, of its own particular ways enhancing your own, particular ways. What are its identifying qualities? Does it have a name to remember it by?
Now, identify and think of something you struggle with or a challenge you enjoy AS this shooting star. No need to stay Tarot related now at this point in the meditation. You have almost gone all night in these brief moments. Visualize the morning twilight. Visualize the Psych Synapse invisi-bridge of night to day in the twilight dawn. Raise your hands up stretching like the sun stretches across the twilight horizon to birth the day. Take 4 deep breaths. 1 2 3 4. And, in your 5th breath, your chaos-central air-traffic control breath, feel all of these things come together in seamlessly synchromeshed orbits. Think about opening your eyes. Simply think about opening your eyes as the sun thinks about the day right before it comes over the event horizon of the twilight dawn. Now slowly. Slowly. Slowly open your eyes as you inhale through your nose. As you are open your eyes, jot down an idea that comes to you right now, any idea.
Ask yourself: “How can I actively utilize this idea to really begin to express the particular core of this idea? How is this idea a primary connective tissue throughout all of my actions and influence. What is ts essence? What one noun comes to mind? Write that noun down.
Now, write it down again with the word “to” in front of it to make an infinitive, a baby policy, an expression of the form-giving dna of one of your priorities. If your word was “dream,” then wrote down “to dream.” If your word was clarity, write down “to clarity.” Make your noun into a verb as you awaken inhaling through your nose flexing your temples to the new light in the day of this meditation.
Now, there’s good news and there’s bad news. The good news is that you have an idea. The bad news is now you’ve gotta actively breathe life into it and build foundations under its dream.
Take a few moments to say nothing. Simply look around your space right at your fingertips and a little further and as far as you can see. Write down the three close, near, and far away things that catch your eye first. Allow these three things to tell you of an action you can take to bring your idea to life.
Smile. Breathe. Flex your temples. You are through the dark night. Now, work your idea through the day.
Cheers to your successes always. All the Best to You. You are your own Royal Court. May the Black Crucible of the Magician always show you how best to get the rubber to meet the road with your ideas from start to finish. Start to finish. Always complete, never finished… Now, start… to finish. Start to Finish.
Even in a card with no people, there’s still always one…You, looking in through the portal. ~ Jordan Hoggard
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“Adversity does not build character. It reveals it.” ~ James Lane Allen [[I think he ripped this from Aristotle, who probably ripped it from the Egyptians, who… the Moors or Ancient Aliens? How far do quotes and their concepts go back?]] I’m glad to have discovered that James Lane Allen said it. I buy into the lineage.
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First Off, One Expression of Lammas is…
The remembrance of place in the protection of the barn as a symbol of abundant storage with a sacred loaf baked with care and attention from the first harvest, and broken into four with each quarter gifted to each of the barn’s four corners. I tend to play with shapes, so I might need to do that, though sneak-bake another loaf or two to sacredly quarter and gift to the additional corners… Please don’t think Zodiac Barn. ;-)…. errr, and so I don’t allegedly modernize your Lammas rituals or skew the good history of Lammas… well, not right off the bat at least…
Here’s a Bit Of General Lammas info for You from Wikipedia: (that I will so graciously edit in blue in parentheses in context as making bread is a process and needs to be minded. And, though I feel the patient awareness of kneading the dough is wonderful now, it also gives me a chuckle to think back to my Dad’s “breadmaking” when I was young and bring it into now… as I tend to edit the cookbook of life so to speak with how I work though the DAYum discipline of the ritual is fortunately ALWAYS there… where the warm-up is absolutely necessary and as well not part of the baked golden performance of bread when the curtain of the oven opens. [paragraph] Heck, in my book nothing is sacred that you can’t laugh with. There may be Silence in ritual, though ritual is no shhhhh of a library in my house… uh hem… delegating the kneading of the 1st batch of bread to the kiddo. SOMEbody other than me was certainly laughing. Back then the task was SO lost on me… though I certainly had no idle hands. Thankful for that now, the kneading, the incessant kneading which seemed to outlast Sisyphus though somehow served to burn out incessant needing. All alone in the kitchen kneading that first batch my mind would wander while remaining in an intensely focused kneading autopilot. Not too fast. Not too slow. And, we always kneaded together on the second and third batches. On Holidays my Dad made about 25 loaves. Rockin’ Moroccan Anise Bread! Hearty and tasty stuff! I guess the real selflessness was that ANY of it actually left the house. Though, he would drive around with 8 or so loaves each afternoon making rounds over several days with each fresh batch. He would make rounds and socialize gifting fresh, rockin’ Moroccan Anise bread. It’s like the bread went to the four corners of the city… and also to a farm or two beyond the city limits.)
“In some English-speaking countries in the Northern Hemisphere, August 1 is Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, “loaf-mass”), the festival of the wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church (I’ll substitute “sacred place of gathering”) a loaf made from the new crop, (remove comma and keep kneading) which began to be harvested at Lammastide. The loaf was blessed, and in Anglo-Saxon England it might be employed afterwards to work magic. (Uhh, awkward transition that at first begs for a new paragraph and then… “Keep kneading kid, it’s good for you. Oh, and think about magic and discipline while you are kneading the dough, and how you can best switch gears and extend your thought with paragraphs to enhance their flow. But, mostly only think about kneading the dough. If you stop, it won’t rise right. We’ll be back shortly and we’ll check your progress. Gotta go out and get some more yeast. You washed your hands, right?” Hmmm, I always wondered why they didn’t fully prepare with enough ingredients beforehand? I smile now at their date-afternoon yeast errands.) A book of Anglo-Saxon charms directed that the lammas bread be broken into four bits, (remove comma… dang my hands are getting tired. WHEN are they going to be back??!)) which were to be placed at the four corners of the barn, (comma, kneading kneading. What do I do when my nose itches?) to protect the garnered grain. (uhhh, left field grinding gears. Use the clutch next time. Don’t knead too fast.) In many parts of England, (no comma after prepositional phrase required. I hope they get back soon as I’ll develop Superman grip if I do this much longer. OH, STRONG HANDS!!!, I am making BREAD OF THE GODS!… uh hem… they’re not back yet. Focus. Knead. Keep kneading) tenants were bound to present freshly harvested wheat to their landlords on or before the first day of August. In the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, where it is referred to regularly, it is called “the feast of first fruits”. The blessing of first fruits was performed annually in both the Eastern and Western Churches on the first or the sixth of August.”
Welcome now as the chaff of the warm-up and kneading comes off from the wheat of the process in the wind.
Welcome now as the Lammas kneading warm-up leaves, leaves toward loaves, where the warm-up is not part of the performance, and where warm and fresh is just amazing.
Welcome.
Let’s break some sacred bread together for the corners,
each friend themself a corner.
Welcome
to my iteration of the TarotBlogHop Lammas theme:
Our theme is: ~ “What can I share from my table to enrich my community?” ~
established, down-to-earth spirit, wisdom, new spirit, activation
I Offer from My Table
I offer a poem from The Hierophant in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum (Schiffer, 2010) as the eye of a storm and center of the 5’s to express the natural and developed tool on my table that is my anti-hysterical bias, the beautiful curse born of grace under pressure kneaded and risen and baked into my soul from way too many deadlines over decades. Heck, a bomb might go off and amidst the chaos, and I’ll most probably respond with, “DANG! I forgot my lunch today.”, and then calmly and directly address air traffic control from the eye of the storm as I pilot amidst the chaos to another completion… pilot knowing that the center doesn’t actually always occur in the middle.
I Offer from my table a poem I wrote this year for Lammas
As I thought about the Hierophant as a Silverback, I composed a poem for Lammas as my enriching gift to you and yours from my table to spread as you will. May this bread gifted below be baked golden and quartered and gifted to your friends to protect the four barn corners of your life. As I think of the Silverback as The Hierophant, I wonder, I knead the idea. And, as I wonder… wondering, kneading… I wonder wondering if the tender topics in life are the most natural like dough. I wonder wondering if the tender topics are best kept tender where they feel to touch Nature itself in their naturally tender way where their adversity never builds their character… where their adversity reveals it… And, tender topics may simply knead their lives as a beautifully personal oven continually revealing their character.
What do you see that everyone else is missing?, stiff competition, challenges, new perspective in the mix
hidden treasure in emotional weather, pensively hanging back, inner turbulence
(C) 2011 Jordan Hoggard. Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit
the eye of the storm, the missing middle is teeny and also it is calm and red, residual fossil impressions. Initial, natural thought. Not chaos as that is a concept. This is he wonderfully natural mind. Nature knows no emotions, only weather. How’s your inner weather?
A gift of a poem for you for Lammas.
Here is the sustenance of “Tender’s Wisdom”, a poem from my table gifted to you to quarter and protect your corners. The Silverback Hierophant’s got your back, so DIG IN AND ENJOY with you and yours! … I have errands to go do, rounds to make.
Tender’s Wisdom
Wisdom expressed is best
with its soft curls and wisps
never cut too short or made to be brittle
by giving in to the reactionary arachnid
of conversation and reaction that bleeds things empty.
Naturally expressed wisdom,
talents honed and developed into secure abilities,
embraces wisdom in life itself wise in time in the moment
as it dispenses with futile searches for Truth.
Naturally expressed wisdom
embraces one’s own fluid fluency
fully becoming aware that Truth is not to be trusted to philosophers,
fully becoming aware that we are all similar and each unique,
and that the full Songs of Experience of Life and Love are Truth,
as Truth is born of a full life mixed up and kneaded over years
to rise up to continually be baked golden.
There feels to be a fluid fluency in the Truth of tender things,
a fluid fluency as much as coral zips back into its shell for protection,
at the same time as much the integrated armor
of a cute, ole, 600-pound tiger napping on its back
strong enough to be able to be gentle.
The Hierophant on a bad day may be the stubborn, unbending traditionalist,
though The Hierophant as Silverback has a welcoming, down-to-earth spirit
having brought spirit down to the earth long ago,
has a natural tenderness present
coupled with the strength of unflinching wits to support you.
The Hierophant,
continually baked golden and repeatedly kneaded and risen by decades under fire,
is present in those you know who live in continually evolving awareness
of their own Truth as they compassionately protect all four corners.
The Hierophant,
is present in those you know to be unflinchingly tender
while strong enough to be gentle without bluster.
The Hierophant,
continually baked golden by decades under fire,
bearing the naturally integrated armor of coral as his wits,
fresh magical spirit on the move, and in the groove!
So, let’s say I perform like nobody’s business when I am racing in the rain like Ayrton Senna. That’s a big statement if you are into F1 (Formula 1 Grand Prix Racing). Roll with me here, though. It’s raining enough to be just shy of a caution flag, and the race though is still going strong. I fly into the pits, and the Pit Chief leans in and:
~ Pit Chief: “You might want to step it down out there a bit. You’ve lapped everyone at least once.”
~ Me: (I simply flex my left eyebrow face forward): “Did you drop the tire pressure like I asked out there . . . a bit?”
~ Pit Chief: “Yes-sir.”
~ Me: “Good.” (left hand palm forward up) (car drops back down, look in right mirror, and foot to the floor VROOM, and roar back out on the track.)
What happened there?
Did I ignore my wise advisor, my Counsel, my trusted Pit Chief? Did I miss an opportunity? No, and no. What I did was listen to what I was already planning. Listened to the job I had delegated from the track for him to perform correctly as he felt fit. There is trust in that millisecond of focused silence between a raised left eyebrow and my response. In that millisecond my momentum was still filled up and effective. Plans were being implemented at speed in real time, not generated for the first time. Any longer, and we might as well have pulled out some Tiddlywinks, and had a game on the back wing. Heck, best two out of three?
Life can be like this kind of question interchange sometimes. You can be on a teleconference, somebody you respect asks you a question, and you stop everything, and a discussion ensues. Not simply to be polite. Thing is, you’re on a teleconference, not talking or thinking to yourself, and you do. Other thing is, as soon as you are off the teleconference, the teleconference was in a sense that millisecond of silent and focused listening. Between your raised, left eyebrow and your response, the person you are speaking with may have informed you, may have simply been curious, may have enhanced your direction. Then again, expressing, “I see quicksand”, to their question may be funny, might be rude, . . . is probably going to be funny. It’s your right foot about to go forward. How does your steering tune and tailor where that foot is going to take you when you step it down?
The Hierophant.
A down-to-earth spirit? A continual spirit coming down to the earth via a strong and established and stable, seated one? What does that mean? Can it mean how you handle questions? Do you drop everything as if you HAVE to answer the question directly? Are you simply thankful for their interest, though your response continues to drive differently your way? Does their question, which implies interest . . .most all questions imply interest . . . stop you and give you a wonderfully pregnant pause to add to what you are doing?
The Page of Pentacles.
His Pentacle is integrating itself playfully as a delt tattoo. The Magician, The Hierophant, and The Chariot are in his focus, filling the left eyebrow raised millisecond silence so to speak. How do you step into Your Royal Court? You’re a Page with The Hierophant who’s got your back supporting you who also centers up in the sky between The Mag and The Chariot. Quite a pit crew I’d say. But, you’re in the race, you’ve paused for a pit stop. Quick, in a millisecond of temple-flexed eyebrow up receptivity and openness from the awareness of your momentum . . . aware of what’s good for you . . . quick, your right foot begins to move . . .
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind?
What’s the second? Quick, don’t judge yourself. Quick, being honest with yourself. You can always “ignore it” like I did the Pit Chief earlier. Or, did I? Are You Your Own Boss Of You! What’s that second thing that came to mind?
Ask: Is the question like The Continental Divide or Quicksand? Either? Neither?
A Continental Divide question can be traversed, addressed in a variety of ways. Omission is one way. Discussion, another. A Quicksand question can be avoided . . . if you mind your feet AND your momentum, and HOW and WHEN you respond to influences.
Feeling Your Focused Silence, Your Powerful MindBodyBeautiful Listening . . .
Filling yourself back up into your momentum with ~~ The Hierophant, The Page of Pentacles ~~ What comes together in these two cards for you? Quick . . . and of course YOU define what fills your powerful silence. You define”quick.” Don’t be pushed around, forward or back or any which way. The pit crew of your life, your support and Counsel and experience, doesn’t drive the car of your life. And, like your gas tank, don’t let your pit crew hit “Empty.” What comes together in these two cards for you? Have you already instructed them from the track? If so, how do they fit in to inform your performance?
A powerfully focused silence needn’t always last a long, meditative time. How does your foot and that clarity in an eyebrowed millisecond help you Hierophant~Page-of-Pentacles (verb) back out onto the track of your life? . . . each time?
Jupiter’s Blessings, Jordan
Deepest Blessings and R.I.P. to You, Ayrton Senna. Since watching you race at the 1986 Montreal Grand Prix, from the pits and from the bleachers, you have been an inspiration. I always wondered when it was raining if you simply told people, “Keeps the tires clean . . . FASTER!” Thanks to my Uncle Chuck for THAT 3 day high school graduation present!
Welcome to my Tarot Birth Card Identity Blog! This blog is intended to be a simple overview of Tarot Birth Cards, a casual and concise walk-through of the groupings of Birth Cards to express some of the ways that they can contribute vital components to identity.
Also, I will layer in Birth Card Preludes to express the whole of each Birth Card grouping in a short statement — it’s similar to my Turbo Tarot Reading Method. I find that these Preludes, as I like to call them, are best stated as triggers to remind one how the Birth Cards can integrate an overall expression of a Birth Card combo in a single voice. Yours! Enjoy finding your own path with these, and I look forward to hearing your own, personal “trigger” Preludes and Birth Card thoughts directly composed from your feeling-sense of them in the comments.
Note also how these Birth Card expressions and Preludes factor in to hook up and work with my videos on my YouTube channel. Enjoy the correspondences of the numbers as they flow back and forth between the Major Arcana in the Birth Cards and each of the suits of the Minor Arcana and Courts in the videos. Also, I encourage you to have some fun and come up with Preludes on your own for the Aces through the Tens, and as well Your Royal Court characters.
So, let’s get started with the Fives Land of Mystereum-style, shall we?
TEMPERANCE ~ HIEROPHANT XIV ~ V :: 14 ~ 5 Note how the numbers of these cards add up to 5, and thus correspond with the Fives in general.
5’s Birth Card Prelude: With Temperance ~ The Hierophant as your Birth Cards you have the ability to experience potently stable, magically mixing down-to-earth mind-body connections. When someone says, I’ve got your number, do they simply mean you live by your natural Nature?
See how the simple Prelude statement expresses the 2 characters as facets of one personality? Letting it flow out a bit, to expand the simplicity. Temperance ~you have the ability to experience potently stable and magically mixing. The Hierophant ~ down-to-earth mind-body connections.
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magical mixing, integrated balance, vibrant duet
(C) 2011 Jordan Hoggard. Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit
Is Temperance a magical, alchemical mixing within Self, communion with Self? Dies The Hierophant bring your spirit down to the earth wisely? I don’t play the Tarot Majors iTunes of the angry, old, white man of The Hierophant. That’s The Hierophant on a bad day as the lower octave, stubborn, unbending traditionalist — read in: indicating a lack of confidence via a control problem most likely needing to be addressed. If that’s the case, what traumas trigger you to react? What traumas can be honored and respected and Powerfully Witnessed so you can relieve yourself of their inertia and integrate more of your self as they re-gain your trust to dose yourself with more of Yourself?
The “continual” aspect of the wisdom built from your life experiences tenors The Hierophant here to make for an altogether new take on the Traditionalist, the way You are a Traditionalist according to you. As, to have the bonehead title of iconoclast to stick, one might just have had to care about the rules in the 1st place. Call the Hierophant an Old King, a Monastic Master . . . or again, TheHierophant on a bad day can be the stubborn and unbending traditionalist. Both/And. No Either/Or negativity need apply, needn’t. be given the time of day here once resolved within you from you.
I find that this continual aspect of life experience applies to The Hierophant especially aptly in the context of this Birth Card dynamic duo. It feels like Temperance might have rubbed off on the Hierophant in the higher octaves. And, maybe The Hierophant rubs off some discipline of the ritual to the operations of magical mixing alchemy of Temperance, so they alchemize more fluidly like The Lovers? Are you able to bring XIV Temperance and V The Hierophant together in a crucible of cohesive alchemy? I rather like that as an exercise. How can Death be your Master Soul Gardener to help you explore this with these two?
With the XIV Temperance ~ V Hierophant Birth Card dynamic duo, The Temperance card as a higher number can represent your Outer Expression, you when elevated and immersed in the depths of your higher octaves, like when you heartfelt express yourself clearly. This Outer Expression of Temperance is how most people ‘see’ you in the world. The Temperance card is known for its ability to balance contrasting intensities with care, attention, and a wise-in-time perspective At speed and in motion wise in time. Tall order. They’re up for it.
In fact, it simply what Temperance does. Like with sword making, there is the quench in the oil or water. Do you hear a zzzcrack? Back to the forge. Do you only hear sizzle, and you magically draw out your creation made? Then, your blade is tempered, hardened by the quickening of the quench. That’s an intense gig. THink of a young and forming sword being put to that test. Is their fear for positive awareness to navigate, or is it afraid kidnapped by anxiety. Both of these cards can assist with navigational clarity, fear simply as trail markers and road signs that express, “Notice. Notice that.” Anxiety is not a quality of either of these cards unless they are stuck and dragged in the dredging of their lower octaves. If that’s the case, can you ask for their guidance to raise your heart and head to grow a Lotus out of that mud?
With the Temperance card representing your Outer Expression, can you experience your natural abilities to bring things together, to magically mix them much as nature does? Do you resonate with a developed ability to pour away interruptions As you are purifying the ablution of your balanced and continual flow — i.e have healthy boundaries as a tool? How can you keep sight to continually keep each contrasting intensity strong in its identity without diluting it, and at the same time freshly contribute to further continue to build your value, your self worth?
The Hierophant represents your Inner Expression, the depth of your identity, your character. This is a side of you that only your closest family and friends ‘see’. The Hierophant as your Inner Expression can symbolize that you have natural abilities to feel down-to-earth mind-body connections. Do you have a down-to-earth spirit with which to infuse your world/ New spirit is continually brought in with this combo? How can you be down to earth where you are your own father figure (child having birthed the Parent of the Man or Woman? How are YOU the traditionalist who places and integrates things in your own, personal way.
Putting them back together again in Prelude form minus the titles, incorporating them as a reflection and expression of personality: You have the ability to experience potently stable and magically mixing down-to-earth mind-body connections . . . matter of factly as a normal personality trait. And, this is SO not normal . . . Is this one of your natural qualities that you are able to exalt to keep the things you do refreshed and in so doing free yourself up to build more value in your life? I find that when things are integrated AND contribute their own strength of identity in their own ways, oftentimes simplicity is also vibrantly expansive. Like the ocean, always continually ebbing, constantly flowing. Always is still simply the ocean, simply a body of water, and my my expansively deep and discovery-quest-level HUGE!
I hope you have enjoyed this Temperance ~ Hierophant Birth Card Identity Blog. May you find it useful in your process as you further explore and enhance and express your own, personal Tarot voice! Tarot in the Land of Mystereum is all about the life-long process of emancipating your Tarot voice in YOUR way. All similar, each unique, as The Land of Mystereum’s mascot says. I will also put some more words in Chiron’s mouth, and add, Always complete, and never finished. Where did Chiron come from out of the blue? Well, it was probably out of another color. As the Wounded Healer, he’s had pm=Lenny of enough blue. And, in a sense his life experience prowess lives even beyond The Fool. And, he pretty much was the form-giver to Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.
And, in closing . . . Enter The Hierophant speaking directly
I am the Hierophant, your spirit continually coming to the earth. I am the source of your life force. I fill you with light. I permeate Mystereum along with The Hermit, and address you with ‘I’ to stabilize your identity for love in The Lovers to come next. The Hermit’s wise and reflective light comes to provide a darkness that consolidates ideas like the moon. Through the wisdom of that which is pure and not-knowing, I provide an inner light which turns on the mystery of life itself. Turn on the mystery of life itself within you and I am there. Feel it in your ideas!
~ (c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard
~ excerpt from Tarot in the Land of Mystereum published by Schiffer Publications
If this article freed you up to be more you in your way, I am thankful. Happy New Year! ‘Till next time . . .
Jupiter’s Blessings from The Land of Mystereum, Chiron The Mystereum Mascot, & The Hierophant.
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