There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly
~ Buckminster Fuller
As This
Prayerful Paws
Gonna Get it! 10 weeks old
March 3rd, 1993. Merc. Mercurius, as agile in his mood as his motion. He taught me much for 21 years.
Became This
1992 Marketing
Nevermind the label. 8’ x 4 oil “Ring-Thought”…not 5’
Became This
SnowSHoe Paws
Prayerful Paws
Mr. Long Toes
Became This
“Acrop”
WHile we were together
“Book of Love,” 5’ x 4’ in oil
Circa 1995
Became This
Prescient Remembrance Cover
A Card Back of Prescient Remembrance
2002 – 2005
Birthed
Self-pub package front, 2008
Self-pub package design, 2008
Self-pub package back, 2008
2008 The Mystereum Tarot self-published. Limited Edition of 125.
Became This
Memory illuminating forward, inner light, perspective from experience, silent awareness
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.
The Hanged Man is the Empress’ Son. The Empress ~ The Hanged Man are my Tarot Birth Cards. Wonderful pair for continually working the soil to gestate creative acts to be born, to emanate from The Empress Place of Creation Womb and birth from her Yoniverse, that from which all emanates.
Living Transformative Orbits from My Place of Creation, My Man-Womb :). I AM is in the ARE of I in
KintsuKuroi of Self Readings
Again.
… with an article in Tarosophist International Magazine coming out soon.
From The Place of Creation
I continue The Way from my Place of Creation with from my segment of the world… with
One must keep a chaos in the heart to birth a star.
~ My Friend Fred (Nietzche)
There came a time when the the risk to remain tight in the bus was more painful than to risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
The heart in love with beauty never grows old.
~ Turkish Proverb
I
cycle through long-form series-work orbits, several to many have been left out for the sake of brevity.
What do you know and experience now that your caterpillar could never conceive?
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I write in books.
When I am moved
by the ABRAcadABRA
of the magic
of words
and/or
images,
I write in books.
We commune, words and images and I,
as we warm
together
at the campfire
of our light
under
their stars
that nestle us as well in our dark.
~ A(wo)men
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.
It is a sacred act form-given by the living words and images that move me. Like my morning Inner Temple Spread reading today. Pull 1 card. Feel into it with no words. As you sync up to the message, dial into the sync, and as you steep in that ablution pool of Yourself AS the card, deal in 2 Clarifier Ally Temple Steps Pillar Cards.
So, with that in mind I did what any self-respecting person who likes Dave Barry and Gary Larson and RBG would do. I confessed, though in no way to ask for forgiveness. I confessed as abraCADabra, the magic that smiles out of your light and dark when they dance together as you own part of yourself. And, they seem to consistently do this not when I simply cherish something. That’s more the Inner Photo Album. Magic smiles out of the reciprocal couple of the Light and the Dark when their dance consummates to become the fuel for heartfelt action. In those times I call the Self Chthonic Numinosity. In those times I create.
So, there it is. I write in books. More than I write books? Hmmm, that’s not an Ace of Swords question. I write in books. I feel so much better now that you know this tic of my Inner LUNAtic. Big exhale. Ahhhhh. I feel so much better now. I write in books.
We commune, words and images and I.
We warm at our campfire together.
Our Light under the Archetype's stars
nestles in the Black Crucible of the Magician,
the upside down vessel of the Night Sky.
We warm. We nestle.
We happily turn to face
and dance
with our fears in the dark.
~ A(wo)men
Though, What of the Wrath Part?
Oh, that’s a simple one. There are some rules not to be broken. For example: I do still know to never, ever, ever, under any circumstance draw on a 4-year old’s drawing. What happens if you do? Well, that’s the Tao & The Way of the Direct Path… to a direct experience of the full definition of WRATH. I think it took me 20 years to get over the concussion blast of that just from the witness of it. WOW, I didn’t have to even touch the hot burner to learn that one. Like Abraham Lincoln said, Learn from others mistakes. You don;t have time to make them all on your own. And, I’ll dump some Happy Gas on the fire from Oscar Wilde: Be Yourself. Everyone else it taken.
Have a great rest of the weekend, and a great week!
What irreverent thing do you do that is actually sacred and makes you light up in the dark?
🙂
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There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly
~ Buckminster Fuller
As This
Prayerful Paws
Gonna Get it! 10 weeks old
March 3rd, 1993. Merc. Mercurius, as agile in his mood as his motion. He taught me much for 21 years.
Became This
1992 Marketing
Nevermind the label. 8’ x 4 oil “Ring-Thought”…not 5’
Became This
SnowSHoe Paws
Prayerful Paws
Mr. Long Toes
Became This
“Acrop”
WHile we were together
“Book of Love,” 5’ x 4’ in oil
Circa 1995
Became This
Prescient Remembrance Cover
A Card Back of Prescient Remembrance
2002 – 2005
Birthed
Self-pub package front, 2008
Self-pub package design, 2008
Self-pub package back, 2008
2008 The Mystereum Tarot self-published. Limited Edition of 125.
Became This
Memory illuminating forward, inner light, perspective from experience, silent awareness
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.
The Hanged Man is the Empress’ Son. The Empress ~ The Hanged Man are my Tarot Birth Cards. Wonderful pair for continually working the soil to gestate creative acts to be born, to emanate from The Empress Place of Creation Womb and birth from her Yoniverse, that from which all emanates.
Living Transformative Orbits from My Place of Creation, My Man-Womb :). I AM is in the ARE of I in
KintsuKuroi of Self Readings
Again.
… with an article in Tarosophist International Magazine coming out soon.
From The Place of Creation
I continue The Way from my Place of Creation with from my segment of the world… with
One must keep a chaos in the heart to birth a star.
~ My Friend Fred (Nietzche)
There came a time when the the risk to remain tight in the bus was more painful than to risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
The heart in love with beauty never grows old.
~ Turkish Proverb
I
cycle through long-form series-work orbits, several to many have been left out for the sake of brevity.
What do you know and experience now that your caterpillar could never conceive?
Jordan’s Shop Supports This Blog. Check out the great eStocking Stuffers to add that special flourish of visual music for the eyes and the soul to complement your gifting.
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I don’t believe in chaos, as Nature does not know chaos. I asked it. It grimaced with a chuckle. I gather it, consequently, doesn’t have order, either. It wouldn’t answer my question on that, though, the wind just gusted me to embrace that for myself. So, I feel Nature just is, it is just full-on is full-on itself in every way at every moment. That, I dig a lot. Not infinitely, just a lot. Nature’s a good role model in ways. At least I feel so, mostly. Not all, though certainly mostly. WIth the 7 of Pentacles I feel to describe it as Depths Beyond.
Wald Amberstone of The Tarot School in NYC (Ruth Ann & Wald Amberstone) penned Depth(s) of Above for This card which I firmly buy and that’s firmly (c) Wald Amberstone, especially with the mental gymnastic pun-flip of putting above ABOVE depth. I full-on resonate with that, and he gets full credit for that, though I call the 7 of Pents The Soul Gardener. The Soul Gardener with Depths from Beyond [(c) me] fertilized right into the earth as they amend their soil as they tend their bounty. I simply prefer Depth of Beyond,
Nature has weather, though I don’t personify the weather. The wind can be static-y and raise the hairs on the back of your neck and get you a bit stirred up, though the stirrer isn’t stirred up. It’s most likely just dry and blustery outside. Not such an admirable quality in people, though with wind, not much to judge or discern. Heck, if it’s raining, bring an umbrella. If sunny, bring a friend. Or, if you’re more like me, stand in the rain happy and hold your head and hands HIGH and feel it, and if with a friend, so much the better. I see people running in the rain, and it always perplexes me. I walk slower in the rain. I stop. I hold out or hold up my hands and look up into it. Ablution? Sometimes. I’m already soaked, so what’s the worry? It’s not like I can get MORE soaked. Plus, I’m made of mostly water anyway, and frantically running might cause me to slip and fall. I don’t care about the ‘getting hurt’ part of that. If I slip and fall, I’ll most likely stop enjoying the rain while I recover. I choose that I enjoy it, and protect that by embracing the enjoyment.
Oh, was that supposed to be a secret? Pardon if I don’t step that back. I pick up lotsa rocks to see what hides under them and bring Shadow to light, or just provide the unseen as a complement to the seen, the unknown to the known, in respect of the Shadow. And, I often continue the disciplines I discover there for decades. Hey, I’m a polymath. “Jack of all trades, master of none,” you say? Nope, you see, that’s not the whole quote. That’s a convenient sound byte often utilized to dismiss people when they are multi-talented and have developed those talents into abilities and someone wants clear and concise and… boringly only bottom line simple. Not much value in that from where I sit. The full quote? “Jack of all trades, master of none, is often a more effective ally than a master of one.” Or, some such similar gig.
Oh, and if I’m talking about Nature and numbers and shapes (please click. There is a stunning and beautiful and inspiring video by Cristobal Villa!… always soundS like Crystal Ball Villa/House when I say it. Cool name either way. Almost as cool as his videos),
Ok, numbers and shapes and this and that. I really ought to go ahead and say it. I really ought to being the earth to bear in a 7 of Pentacles way from a solid Pentacles depth beyond. Ok. I’ll say it. The earth is round. No, really. Am I trying to be deceptively simple? Nope. That comes from a solid depth beyond. How do I substantiate that? Hmmm, which example shall I choose? OH! This one!: If the earth were flat, the cats would have already knocked everything off of it by now. Right?!
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