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Ace of Swords & The Place of Creation

Tarot & the Place of Creation

Enjoy this Tarot excerpt from The Ace of Swords’ Enter the Ace of Swords chapter in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum‘s Imagination Primer companion book.  Each card in the Imagination Primer included with the deck has 2 chapters: one chapter for a Mystereum perspective; one chapter where the card literally speaks to you.

Tarot Cards Speaking??

You’re kidding, right?  People talk about that, Tarot voice, essenced personalities of cards, but who has written it before?  Jordan had a special recording device. A word processor in The Land of Mystereum.

Wait!  A Place of Creation?  What’s that? . . .

Well, each card has one.  All similar, each unique, they say.  

Imagine finding out . . .

enjoy this taster spoon from . . .

Enter The Ace of Swords

Welcome to Swords!  This is the place within Mystereum for you to see and feel how your day to day and night to night communications cut right through.  Cut right through from your imagination like a living sprout bursting up into the sun.  And, you’ve met The Sun.  My does he shine brightly like YOU inside!  I’m like a single sunbeam.  He’s like all of your brightness.  So, let’s focus shall we?!!

(c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard

I love sticking to the point and keeping things clear.  I feel ideas will just about stand up for themselves like sprouts bursting up.  And, remember, maybe when a sprout bursts up into the sun, it may not know where it is.  May not have met my brother The Ace of Wands.  No matter.  The sprout naturally placed itself.  That’s what I’d like to show you here.  I’d like to show you how naturally well-placed ideas cut right through when you are aware to notice detail.  Sometimes this occurs ESPECIALLY even when there is no certainty of placement.

I love meditating options objectively before taking my next logical step.  The Emperor came and gifted me that. I love identifying and understanding causes through feeling.  The Queen of Wands gifted me that.  I love trusting my inner, personal convictions.  Temperance taught me that.  I love cutting through the bull all the while protecting my privacy.  We can thank Mr. Chariot for roaring through my imagination with that one!  I learned my speed and agility in my cutting through from him.

Then something happened.  I had already been heated and cooled and rolled and hammered diligently and patiently for a long time.  I was annealed and then came the tempering.   I was a sword after all, tempering was something I wanted.  What happened is that I hesitated.  After all this work on me, I was held at my hottest point over brisk and cool water.  Fortunately my Sis the Ace of Cups had provided it all.  I was to be quenched, thrust at my hottest temperature into the cold water.  What if I cracked?  What if I. . .Let’s stop right there.

See how easy it is to build bad drama with worry?  I like thicker dramas than that.  Heck, I had been through all the other parts.  What was I worried about? Here’s what it was.  After all the hard work and all the studious efforts I was to be thrust into an unknown which made me who I am today!  So, like stepping onto the stage for the first time, IN I WENT HOT into the coldest of water pssssshhhhhhhzzzzssssssss!  Gota ll steamed up and NOT a crack anywhere.  In fact that may still be the most favorite speaking engagement I’ve had where I just went right in and was quenched.

So, after all this, what I’d like to tell you is that even when your steps are unsure, if you have been working hard and going step by step, AND have a positive feeling, even a positive unknown of a feeling, keep it up.  Sometimes, like with my quenching. . .that last 5% of the time felt like the OTHER 95% of the time.  The 2 of Wands taught me not to perceive many little things as one big thing.  I took that to heart in my quenching.  I decided to not let one new thing get missed.  And, here’s the catch.  I KNEW where that water came from.  It was good water from a good cup.  I took a risk, just like those sprouts bursting into the sun.  Keeps me sharp now, though.

Tarot Imagination Tools

Imagination Tools From The Ace of Swords:

  • I gift you the ability to cut to the chase, to the core idea.  Bet it’ll show you
    the way to sync up almost every time with the proper, sharply focused
    perspective.
  • I’d like you to make a gift of your own creation.
    • You’ve come a long way.  Hoping you’re enjoying Mystereum and your imagination tools,
      and especially your imagination. I’d like you to have your own quenching of
      sorts.  Pause.  As you move along, I would like you to use your imagination to
      come up with a gift for The Queen of Swords for when you meet her.  It’s all
      YOU!  Use your imagination!  She mentioned that it’s ok to jump ahead to get a
      sense of her first.  But, with your imagination, I would like you to present her
      a weightless gift from you imagination.  She has a vast collection of sharp
      ideas.  I’d like you to tell her one of yours.

(end of excerpt)

Swords?

Decide.  Work clean.

Jordan and The Land of Mystereum

All images and text (c) 2010, 2011, 2012 Jordan Hoggard

 
 

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FREE Tip-Of-The-Iceberg Actionable Imagination Taster Spoon For You!

NOTE: The information below is a tip-of-the-iceberg sample to introduce you to one of my one-week “Actionable Imagination” courses.  A one-week Actionable Imagination course will include:

~ 1-hour prestart orientation session — One on one or with the group you bring together. Group discounts available.

~ Actionable Imagination handouts for each day.

~ Touchstone conversation via phone or Skype ever other day.

~ 1-hour debriefing afterwards scheduled at your convenience.

~ 30-minute follow-up one week later scheduled at your convenience.

 

Actionable Imagination Courses cover a variety of topics, new ones being made as we speak. Custom Actionable Imagination Courses that are tailored in their entirety to you are available.  Contact Jordan to discuss these further.

The investment for a One-Week Actionable Imagination Course is $400, Custom Course investments prices on a case by case basis.

BUT, Mention this blog when you schedule your Actionable Imagination course to further enhance your imagination, and with your prepaid course you will receive an Introductory Special of $295 and IN ADDITION a signed copy of Tarot in the Land of Mystereum!. . . the original Mystereum Tarot deck and 192-page Imagination Primer set where each card speaks to you directly in its own voice!  Each card brings imagination gifts called . . .

 

FREE TP-OF-THE-ICEBERG TASTER SPOON!!

Materials you will need for one of Jordan Hoggard’s Actionable Imagination Sessions:
~ You, your imagination, and your sense of humor.

~ a Tarot deck of your choice

~ Your journal and a writing utensil, or your digital recording device to record your responses.

6 Topics. One for Each Day of the Week + One-Day Wiggle Room for Yourself EVERY Week!

Note that this sample is of a starter variety. In a full Actionable Imagination Session each day will be expanded and tailored specifically to you.

Mystereum Once a Day to Jump-start Your Whole Day All Week Long!

In an Actionable Imagination Session we will dialogue about the questions several days before we start “Day One” to tailor your course to you to get you the fullest benefit out of each day.

For the purposes of this taster spoon, please pull a card for each question.  And, if you feel comfortable doing so, invite a friend to play the process together with you.  I suggest a glass of water, too.  Snacks optional.

 

FREE TIP OF THE ICEBERG ACTIONABLE IMAGINATION TASTER SPOON:

DAY ONE: 15 minutes. Set the timer.

1. Where is my treasure in the storm brighter than simply an ability to endure, to weather?

~  How will I trust in my treasure daily!

~  What happens when emotions simply wash through like weather?

 

DAY TWO: 30 minutes. Set the timer.

2. Where is my preparation complete?

~  How will I use my inner joineries to make a warming fabric?

~  What do I do to nurture this vitality daily?

(Gaining momentum in your week, so Day 3 covers a great deal of ground)

 

DAY THREE: 45 minutes. Set the timer.

3. Where is the direction of my celestial groove in my daily actions at work?

~  Where is the direction of my celestial groove in my daily actions at play?

~  Where is the direction of my celestial groove in my daily actions at home?

~  Where is the direction of my celestial groove in my daily actions in my dreams?

~  How will I use my celestial groove to think and better let things consciously flow?

~  What do I do to hoonor my celestial groove?

 

DAY FOUR: 15 minutes. The week is warmed up and vroomy.  Let’s make it quick!  Set the timer.

4.  Where is the happiness that starts within myself that will fuel my success?

~  How will I use my natural actions to provide incredible worth to others daily?

~  What do I do to present the value of my work as a beneficial service to others?

~  Where is my most beneficial 2-way-street support system?

~  How will I best contribute to this 2-way-street support system?

~  What powerful limits of this 2-way-street support system will I simply recognize as its identity.

 

DAY FIVE: 30 minutes. Set the timer.

5. Where do I experience rough and turbulent times the most?
~  How will I use my daily treasure to shine away future rough and turbulent times?
~  Where is my support system during rough and turbulent times?
~  When I support myself how do I use this to give back to bring others forward, too?
DAY SIX: Do not set the timer. Take all the time you want.  As little or as much.

6.  Where is the best place to celebrate my discoveries?

~  How will I celebrate my discoveries?

~  What does my celebration do?

~  Do it! 😀 Finish your work on a high note!

 

DAY SEVEN:

7.  No Tarot.  No journaling.  No writing.  Simply do your thang and let your ideas and creativity and intuition run to let your imagination roam free, FREELY.  Don’t record them.  And, no cheating.  Seriously.  DO. . .NOT. . . .WRITE. . .ANYTHING. . .DOWN.   Exceptions: a grocery list or a letter.  NO IDEAS TO BE RECORDED TODAY.  Simply do YOUR thang.

Day Seven Suggestions: Friends. The park. Music. A book. Needlepoint. Gardening. Beading. Anything other than just sitting there. 😀

Hmmm. . . just a bunch of questions?  In Actionable Imagination courses I have special ways to really get your responses to work more effectively in your life. . . .

 

Turbo Tarot Reading (c) 2010.  What’s THAT?

You will also learn my Turbo Reading method. Turbo Reading is a way to understand a reading as quickly as you recognize a rose, and stop and . . .
~  to enhance the priorities you set to drive more effective goals.
~  to work your priorities at speed during your week to actively meet your goals.
~  to make healthy reflections afterwards and continue to better flow into beneficial future priorities.
~  to more fully emancipate your Tarot voice.  You may surprise yourself with your abilities.
Turbo Tarot Reading is a way cool way to free up and freshen your Tarot voice. Each day has a Turbo Reading exercise in the actual course. I bet that in a week. . .

What great’s behind YOUR card back?

Actionable Imagination!

Thanks for visiting!  Have a great one!
Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan
(c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard
 

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The 5th Ace: Death & My Greatest Crux

I found at the crux of the greatest challenge of my life . . .
I haven’t spoken of this story in years, and I carried the equilateral, triangular piece of basalt that I found back at the top, that had personality, would stand up on one side, in my pocket daily for 5 years. . .
I was waiting for the rest of the group to come back down off of the summit, and slipped backwards off of a cornice rock ledge into the scree field on the backside of a 14’r (14,000 foot mountain) in October of 2000 years back on a hiking trip and slid standing perfectly upright about 100 feet down, no resistance, just gliding with feet under the sand, submerged feet-surfing mostly.  Then I breathed and that movement made for another 100 feet, and another 100 feet, and then down over the 1st pitch from the top out of the view of my climbing buddies as I yelled “DON’T FOLLOW ME, ONLY ONE OF US WILL DIE, AND I CAN’T TAKE CARE OF YOU HERE, GO NOTIFY. . .”  . . .and eventually almost 2,000 vertical feet later at a 45-50 degree pitch found solace on a boulder bigger than my car that moved when I touched it, sand sliding out from in front of it.  I flowingly climbed on to it thinking that if it went I’d feel no pain. . .and might as well go out on a sports car of a fast-accelerating boulder ya know?!   Then after an hour of wonderful end-game tears and no way out at 4p in the afternoon when you were supposed to be off the pile of rocks by 2p. . .the temp dropped from 65 to 25 as the sun dropped below the rim of the summit, and I was day-dressed, long shorts and one sweatshirt.  Then, after smiling that “well, if I’m gonna go, I’m going out in my style. . .kickin’-and screamin’ in a long-form cosmic YAWP!”  Turning to look back up the steep pitch towards the top I couldn’t see, “And, if I’m going to go, I am going THAT way!!” I recited a poem I had written in 1991 on the hood of my car by headlights moving to Denver in 1991 in the middle of a blizzard snowstorm:

A Prayer

There comes one,

whom we know like wind,

like rain upon the water.

And, as winter comes

and our memories freeze together,

together may we sleep and dream.

So, that come the springtime,

as we embrace with open eyes,

may we melt

back together

in each others’ arms.

Amen.
And, I slid-flowed off of the boulder as more sand made its way down to the 2+ second drop-off, thousand one thousand two, CLICK the rock I tossed over sounded. Can’t survive a 2+ second fall that I had by the grace of all higher powers defiantly stopped short of. . .and I knew search and rescue couldn’t help with a helicopter until morning ’cause the storms were coming in, and even then the turbulence from the blades would avalanche the dry and frozen sands I was standing on in the scree field and they consequently wouldn’t try. . .I began slowly churning my feet chanting a word at each step “discipline   of   the  ritual     discipline    of    the    ritual” as I aimed up toward the next larger-than-my-car boulders knowing two things. . .1 the sand would be subtly more stable for upward movement, and 2 that if they went, again I would feel no pain. . . for 6 hours straight veering towards and then off from one to the next as the sand mini-avalanche cascaded up towards them in that flow of undermining the hill on its way uphill to the boulder . . .until at 10pm in the pitch black of night I was back at some snow patches near that 1st top pitch.  Except I remembered from the daylight when I slowly slid past them that the snow patches had tons of pink in them as I passed them earlier.  Ghiardia?, Pseudomollus?.  Not so good to touch or ingest. Can be fatal, and I had enough of that entree on my plate already.
So, I churned sideways traversing around them, and at midnight I was back at the summit.  Dead tired, looked up at the stars. . . BEAUTIFUL.  EXQUISITE.  And, dragged my right hand through the scree field at my feet to get a sand band-aid to stop bleeding that came from??, and something felt to stay in my hand.  I lifted my hand flat-palm up as a sand tea ceremony into the light of the stars and the sand cascaded off to reveal a stone, a triangular piece of basalt.  It would be my memory of this trip, and now, ALL I had to do was downclimb a mountain I had been on for the first time that day, in the dark, with sharp-edged rocks that would end up slicing through the thick soles of my hiking boots by the time I got down to near the top trailhead, and a 500 foot drop-off somewhere off over to the left, somewhere, somewhere over to the left. . . somewhere, too dark to tell. . . just don’t go left, I muttered as my lips cracked. More sand, at least some relief to keep focused as much as I could.  Clamping the triangle talisman memory-rock in my hand. . .moving down and to the right, at least right-ish.
At 3 am I, dragging my left leg as my left knee was totally blown and banged up and bloody as was my right temple from a rock somewhere, who knows where, sand probably too foot-trafficked dirty here to use, and the water had been in someone else’s pack ’cause I carried it up the climb, I saw campfires. . .base camps.
 I tried to shout and nothin’ but more cracking lips, the aphasia of dehydration anesthetizing my voice. No voice, no sound.  I kept creature-from-the-black-lagoonin’ limp-dragging my leg, the thought of which had kept a subtle grin but not so big as to crack my lips more through the last half of the down-climb — my Norwegian defiance of a joke on my lips kinda thing.  A woman walking at the edge of their campfire light shouts from way over “HEY EVERYONE. . .LOOK!!!”  and , runs towards me.  Search and rescue and my buddies had spread the word around the campsites. . .”Jordan? Are you, Jordan?” she said with her hand on my shoulder. . .and when I heard my name, I looked at her and my legs disappeared, collapsed. Unconscious k.o. by mountain.  Woke at after 4am to paramedics laughing that “Man, his vitals are VITAL!, 120 over 80 the whole time, and he’s waking up.”  I looked to my buddies and chuckling, lips salved or something, weird taste, said “Who’s gonna punch me, 1st?!!!”   One of my good friends shook his head and said “I’ve never been SO pissed off in my life!” ???  “HOW were we gonna tell your parents that you were the only one who didn’t do shrooms, and DIED?  We didn’t offer ’em to you ’cause you’re so damn vivid anyway we knew you’d laugh a no thanks.”  And, then put a gallon of water and a cold burger and fries in front of me they had gone into town to get for me waayyy earlier when they got to base camp.
I still love that story . . .NOW!  😉
BIG OLE :-)’s from here!  BIG OLE :-)’s  It was Mt. Democrat near Breckenridge, Colorado.  Guess I put in MY vote, huh.  😉

There comes one,

whom we know like wind,

like rain upon the water.

And, as winter comes

and our memories freeze together,

together may we sleep and dream.

So, that come the springtime,

as we embrace with open eyes,

may we melt

back together

in each others’ arms.

 

That was the best burger and fries I have ever had.  Thank You Mike Allison.

Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan
All images and text (c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard. Please be responsible and simply not an ass. When you utilize any of this information, cite your source.  Thanks in advance. When you do, expect a rockin’ smile.  If you don’t, watch out for trebuchets, the adult wrist rocket.
 
 

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The 411 on One’sness’ 2-Lane Highway: Death, The Wheel, & The iMAG-iNation

The 411! A Revisionist Birthcard Combo? ;-D
“Studies show that one out of one people experience death, maybe you will, too.”
~ Dr. Janet Noever
“Life. None of us are getting out alive. Enjoy it!”
~ Comedian, “Lazyboy TV” cd
“Be comfortable with the not-knowing NOW. Your imagination is there for you.  Does yours work in your best interest?”
~ Jordan Hoggard
“Mastery leads to further discovery.”
~ Jordan Hoggard
ON DEATH AND IMAGINATION: This one is a little longer article. May I suggest to pick paragraphs like apples, and plant the seeds?
You knocked on the right door.  Thanks for visiting!  I’ve been thinking about this over the last year. . .
Have you ever picked up distinctions between different kinds of not-knowing, or unknowns, in your life? There feels to be a connection between, death, imagination, and living. There are of course connections and disconnects between everything all the time. . .
I see death and the not-knowing to form a 2-lane highway, both lanes 2-way, that go in the both directions forward and back. Do both utilize imagination in one way or another? Does death have to merge at some point lest it be a dead-end on that highway? Do we simply merge with it?
The way I look at it is that we are inherently imaginative even in a deceptively simple way as a primal survival mechanism. We tend to think forward, to literally imagine the future. What if I do this? Or, that? Or, those? And, in that I say, if you know what’s going to happen, why do it? There would certainly be no serendipity there, no surprises to catalyze further interest, you already know what is going to happen.  But, do you? Have you ever experienced familiar surroundings differently doing the same ole actions you have done there before? I have. And, there is where I see this 2-lane highway, both lanes 2-way forward and back, forward to the future with dreams, and back to the past with memories. If I drop time out of the metaphysical experience for ya, aren’t memory and dream very similar? Both float-orbiting weightlessly in mind? I am not going to do the boring “what is mind, Jordan?” dictionary-pulling conversation stopper here.  I will leave that to people who like to be annoying. I know what I know, and I don’t know what I don’t know, and catching truth in regard to mind may simply be a philospshical game of catch-the-greased-pig-while-you-are-blinfolded-with-your-hands-tied-behind-your-back.  I can think of better uses there without the pig. 
If we imagine forward into the future and only come to death, it would only be a disheartening, deflating dead end, and imagination would probably have evolved away way back some time. Yet, still that does not often induce, “ok, so why keep doing anything? No matter what, none of us are getting out alive. What’s the point? I saw death, and it kinda killed everything back to now.” Seems, though, we are not hard-wired that way.  Even people who have nead death experiences (NDEs) are often better goal-setters and planners while at the same time are successful WHILE they take things in stride at speed, often utilizing both positive and negative surprises as free, catalyzing serendipity along the way.
And, that is where rather than avoiding the not-knowing, I feel it more of a rationalizing of death to, “Well, so death comes from this which is a big thing.  Are their more coolio even BIGGER things with this imagination stuff?”
And, like Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park says, “life finds a way,” which is where my other lane comes in.  So, we imagine past death.  Did that create reincarnation?  In the same way if we imagine past birth, do we experience past life scenarios? Hmmm.  Both seem to play in to an irrational and EXTREMELY NECESSARY optimism whereby imagination is like an awake-dream, and we can of course compose the same future scenario differently, but I feel we also re-remember our pasts where like Samuel Johnson stated, then “hope triumphs over experience” and we LEARN from experience even capitalizing on failures. Is that to say something is true the way happened, but can be more true the way we tell it? Can be more nourishing the way we incorporate it into our life? That links to storytelling, but I would say more to cherry-picking the perennials in our past to forget the crapola and support the things worth remembering, and also visualizing in to the future to nourish our upcoming new perennials.
I sometimes wonder if creating the Mystereum Tarot and then evolving it into The Land of Mystereum was a balancing gesture forme.  Was I weighted down and filling up one of these 2 lanes more than the other? I mean, I have almost died on a mountain, a 14’er.  I have almost died on a mountain, stuck 45 feet up with no way down except to climb back down the vertical face but my hands were blowing out, or of course let go which would have had SUCH a quicker solution time. ;-D.  I got shocked in my 17-foot ceiling in my studio in Denver years back while standing on top of an 8-foot ladder as a friend held it. I had to change a light bulb, not a common almost-croaking scenario–but, as well I was grabbing things with the back of my hands, too. In a 150 year old building, you can tug on one thing and then POOF molten tin ceiling tiles from a wire crossing and falling above the ceiling. X-raying the ceiling has never been one of my strong points when changing a light bulb. So, there is that dang irrational positivity we can utilize to make the best out of even tricky and dangerous and even life-threatening situations. With the light bulb incident, rather than freaking out standing on the top of the ladder, even while being electrocuted (not of course in a power line way but more a “get a free home-perm” way) I steady-froze my balance standing on top of the ladder and simply tucked my head and squinted so I could still see as the spew of molten tin ceiling tiles shrapnel fire-fell and cascaded over me.  Lotsa holes burned in my shirt, but in that instant I knew that steady was better than falling from 8-feet up. Fight or flight would have killed me. Steady and turning the other cheek, well, both, though, wasn’t fighting OR fleeing. Do you hmmph like an old librarian with purple hair to say, “The ladder SAYS not to stand that high on it.  Wasn’t smart to be there in the first place. You brought this on yourself.” I do not know which is worse, hmmmphing, or the guests coming over later for dinner to eat in the dark?
Not many people fear for your safety and life when you chime out that you are heading to the bank. But, we never know do we?  We never know. . .hmmm. . .what do we really know?  The sky is up?  It is even sometimes blue? And, sometimes blue, like an orange? Thanks Andre Breton. Seems all of those experiences I expressed just now about ALMOST dieing are about being UP, and not being able to come down. Is it no matter that there was a pattern that would tell any normal person to stay on the ground? Neh, I do not feel that getting cowered or beaten down by our experiences is the point of life. Life is to experience. I’ve never seen a cosmic D-Hall. . .maybe because I had enough of that waaaaay back in school.  Even if it would seem I may have been egging those experiences on to a great degree, literally and systematically challenging myself to death, ONE, I am still here, and two, it was better than doing nothing. Back then I would much rather go to a mountain and camp than sit on a couch and order pizza.  I do see the error there now, though, if there are coupons involved. ;-D.  So, no need to go into samurai or ninja or warriors or duels from the perspective of those experiences indicating past-life content surfacing. Can if you want to, but. . .I think that that is the way I was/am/will be hard-wired to a degree, and there’s not much static about that. More a WEEEEEEEEEE, but possibly a little less annoyingly funny than the pig in the Geico commercial.. Wits come waaaaayyyy naturally, just like grace under fire, and that I even perform under pressure optimally like I am sipping tea. So, I use ’em when necessary, they tell me something I KNOW about myself. . .yet still . . .
The above is expressed less to talk about me, but more to inform this 2-lane idea thingee from my personal experience which I have no need of either repeating or proving, to provide some experiential things to chew on.  Life doesn’t seem to be a repeat the experiment to prove something gig, more a repeat things for discipline, ritual, study, improvement, meditation, journeying, payment, etc etc.
So, I often wonder if Mystereum on all of its forms from 2005 until 2008, and then 2009-2010 when I completed The Land of Mystereum really did NOT take 5 years.  Did it take my whole life up to that point? All of my life experience infusing a WHOLE land? Gotta say a definitive and enthusiastic yes to that.  But, was the catalyst form-giver in 2005 in my garden really like a psychic gear being shifted? A psychic gear that when switched then stepped on the gas to gun it out of the dead-end death-challenge lane into the other lane to go beyond the death I had pretty much just almost gotten to, and in many cases while painting always felt I had gone beyond? Gone over the horizon so to speak? To switch into the re-remembering forward and back on a discovery where I could metaphysically and actively drop time out of the equation? And, dropping time out the past and future became synonomous.  The past became memory, the future became dream, and both live weightlessly, floating to a degree, and are naturally supported in their orbits in the mind/consciousness/unconsciousness. . .and Everything is in Everything in the continual flow of switching focus and re-orchestrating momentum.  I dig Ken Wilbur, but he is from the last 100 years.  He can bite some credit from the Everything is in Everything cake, but it is an age-old idea.  A medicine man around a campfire thousands of years ago would be my first go-to there.
So, do I dismiss too many distinctions when I do not define “mind”? Frankly, that incessant word-definition in conversation is boring.  Conversationus interruptus with, “What do you mean by mind?” etc ad infinitum ad neauseum. Maybe no fault of their’s.  Maybe people who do that simply do not comprehend the sanctuary a good question will positiviely provide in a conversation.  But, I digress. To pull back from death? Nope. I seem to be driving the other lane, now. I much rather seal the deal and say mindbodybeautiful where though there are a great many opoosites together, it is not so much a dulaity, but more so an antinomy–a totality of inner opposites functioning in real-time (whether there or not) at speed in play in life.
So, back to “what was the form-giver catalyst for Mystereum?” I don’t really need to know, but since it strikes me as important, I know my process well enough to sniff on down that trail for the goods. Maybe it is that I started getting lop-sided, that there was too much or simply enough experience with the death gig already, AND that I would often say about my paintings, “If I go down and start painting, don’t worry if I don’t come back.  I always go over the horizon and I have no clue if it is dangerous or not, and that may mean I am going beyond death in my active hand-paint-drum-strokes of trancedance rhythmically drum-dance-stroking the colors across the canvas. It also may simply mean I am able to dance with my shadow in a land of imagination consciously. Damn Neptunian boundaryless-concept boundaries. Hi Pluto.” And, I’d toddle off into the studio.  All that then was more to mess with roommates than anything. And then those attempts at some-truth humor . . . How much direct foreshadowing is THAT?! 😀
As you are probably aware a rhythmic drumming is often used in shamanic journey work to facilitate travel.  I simply came to it naturally after the intense physical and sitting meditations in the martial arts.  That serves up a great deal of my skepticism to the ooh la laaaas of “oh it blew my mind, man” like people describing LSD trips and it and gets back to, (grimacing)”Stop talking about it, and go do it then. It’s yours” kinda thing.  I always hmmphin’ shook my head when offered acid or similar with, “DOOD, that’s so like batteries not included in the Christmas toy of your mind.  My model has that standard and at will and mostly most all the time.  Enjoy yourself, though.” You see, that’s THEIR gig, and that’s ALL them. Jerry Seinfeld might say something here. I remember a writer friend coming back after doing mushrooms on a hike.  He had asked to watch me paint in oils one day to see if it would give him a story. I obliged happily so long as he agreed NO MATTER what with NO exceptions that once we were in the studio he was not to say anything at all or get up and leave and disrupt the process. I suggested he was about to go on a road trip with me as I painted, so he might wanna visit the lou.  He had watched my pupils naturally widen to almost all black as I painted. Mentioned afterwards that all he could think was “Dog. Food. Do NOT get between them.” Pretty funny. Don’t think I would have attacked him. The big pupils were more of an actively creative taking-all-senses-in-in-motion-in-action as I painted.  So, he came back in after his shroom gig on a boulder yelling out to get me to come from wherever in the house I was.  “OK, Man. How do I say this? I STILL don’t understand you AT all. You swim SO easily in complex, unconscious areas.  But, the shrooms made EVERYTHING so vivid today!  The thought came to me that I might have been sensing what you feel ALL the time.”  Couldn’t tell you.  I have always said my mind was aleady too Ferrari’d to go sticking some fuel booster crap in it. But, I like what he said.  Some are hard-wired to experience psychic contents like looking at art in a museum.Born with a foot in both sides? I believe my astrologer when she says yes to that.
Well, this is a meandering story written to as a reel to draw out a mini-memoire through the biography of an idea, the idea now living of The Land of Mystereum.  I think, though, that moving meanderingly like on a new trail, and expansively AND recording it in ways that archetypally have more to do with everyone rather than being only personal, The Mystereum Tarot and The Land of Mystereum are visual and word stories that took me to power up the rest of my noggin’ in creating and making them to experience more fully the right-on-the-money inklings I seem to have always had instant access to, yet for the most part though I utilized them in architecture, I took them for granted as well. . .like the way I took the Death card in a reading I performed on The Tarot Guild’s internet radio show. . .where I pretty much ran laps around the R.I.P. idea of death in my mind in about 1/2 a second and POOF saw instead the death of her old relationship, and then frankly ran laps around the High Priestess just as quickly to spark, “I feel it is coming from an outside source.” Where did that come from? Channelling? I may channel my energies, focus them, but that’s the imagination at work. Channelling from my perspective is not about getting OUT of the way, but more fully inhabiting the way to be IN the way. Is channelling expression of one’s inner divinity being powered up and further infused and informed by a larger divine source? I ill simply say Everything is in Everything.  There is a whole universe in the focused frame of any scale you choose to focus on.  And, more so, I feel that inner divinity being energized is indicative of our imagination’s 4-banger engine cycling with: 1-idea; 2-creativity; and 3-intuition.  The 4th cylinder is the silence, the space between the other three always swimming them into and through the experience of their living relationships with one another in each of our creative processes.  In that Tarot Guild radio show reading I had never said that about those cards before.  But, in the context of a reading, the expectations in the present tense all die, or are removed, resurrected, or infused . . .well. . .as they are in each reading, and each one is different. . .like the endless imagination lane or orbit-around an orbit in an orbit — moon orbiting the earth orbiting the sun orbiting in the solar system in a galaxy that is probably in orbit, too, etc etc, and that to me is SO NOT ad infinitum ad nauseum but way cool. Readings are similar to my Stargazer Lilies blooming each year in a graden years back.  They always look the same, and they unfurl subtly differently, and I never found this repetitive gig boring.  Quite the contrary, I anticipated their brilliant golden glow every year, just like my purple Crocus noses popping up 1st to indicate Here Comes Spring!
All in all, I think about death more and more now that Mystereum is living, but that doesn’t worry me.  It simply indicates to me that I feel I have developed my imagination up to and maybe past the near-death intensities I experienced on mountains, grown a more expansive AND balanced sense of things, that I have gotten the inevitability of death to partner the power of its inevitability with the power of my imagination, and in that I will go out on a limb to say that whatever imagination is, THAT is what I find transcends death, and it can do it to infuse life in life in an every day kind of way. . .which is pretty much where my “Death As The Master Gardener” article in the Themed Personifications section of my blog came from.  It also has a lot to do with my,”Success and mastery are not effective when they lead to megolomania or egomania. Those are qualities of a dead-in-the-water life in motion.  Success and mastery are there to lead to further discovery.”  Further discovery ’cause I lived and was able to come off the top of the mountain alive and continue to discover? Possibly.  Possibly a masterful command of the obvious.  Like my Stargazer Lilies blooming. But, “Mastery leads to further discovery.” I rather like that one as much as I like my perennials blooming.  Another one of “When I listen to myself, literally hear the importance of what I say, I really tell myself what to do in a way that’s not too complex, and really more subtle.  Pretty much a masterful command of the obvious.” After creating the Mystereum Tarot card images, I began to more clearly experience a quality of decptive simplicity I have.  I began to say more with less, and maybe even talk a blue mile better. ;-D  These days I hope that blue mile is more of spinning an interesting yarn in my work that provides some welcome resonances with people.
To initially sum it up. Imagination and death from my mind are a 2-lane highway where death continually prune-preens chaff out of ideas, intuition, and creativity, and keeps the spce between them clean and flowing, like Psychic Feng Shui for your 4-charactered voice of idea, creativity, intuition, and the space between as my (functionally inter-related component parts description) of Imagination. Call imagination Feng Shui for the mind, the psyche.  Nice, psyche AS room. . .in the Sacred Temple of Your Mindbodybeautiful Self.  And, Imagination is just as present and inevitable as death, and I feel it may in fact transcend death.  With butt in the chair, time naturally drops out of the equation.  2 hours may feel like a whole day.  I feel and think/know that dilates when we create.  And, add the continued ability to be punctual to the mix, and you can create things on schedule.  That said, squinching my nose and chuckling, I only see it as prudent to be late to my own funeral.  I should go ahead and add myself to the guest list instead to really set that up. Bettin’ death doesn’t have a truant officer. ;-D
And, now, to round this all up, I will yin-yang-symbol it. Yin-yang-symbol as a verb. Think of the yin-yang symbol as a lush diagram of your whole imagination.  Imagination surrounds the black dot of the wormhole of death. Imagination surrounds the white dot of the wormhole of birth.  I couldn’t tell you which is the black paisley field or the white paisley field, though, because you can switch all those nouns and substitute death for imagination.  It works both ways.  Again, everything in everything. I feel this expresses the female, yin, creation concept of the completeness of living things + the male, yang, concept of perfectionism or finality in ongoing tuning and tailoring pretty nicely as a single totality working together. The bad guys wear white in chinese theatre. Here they mostly wear black. So, does that simply then make the ball of the earth itself the indication from the visual metaphor of the yin-yang symbol? Is the earth then its own symbol of self AS itself as the diagram of the supreme ultimate like with taijutsu’s expression of yin-yang? The earth is also a concretized and living form-diagram of Gaia.
Are you about to ask where The Wheel and The Magician are in the text?  I will suggest to read the cards for that part. There may be more there than these words. But, here’s a nudge:
~ How does Death Cycle Magic within and about for you?
~ Where are you going to drive on your Imagination Highway today?
Thanks for visiting!  Till next time. May Your Inner Divinity Be Stoked By Your Imagination!
Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan & The Land of Mystereum
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Lucidity As Expressed In A Creation Story. Start To Finish With The Ace Of Swords!

Excerpt from The Ace of Swords in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum (c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard

Welcome to Swords!  This is the place within Mystereum for you to see and feel how your day to day and night to night communications cut right through.  Cut right through from your imagination like a living sprout bursting up into the sun.  And, you’ve met The Sun.  My does he shine brightly like YOU inside!  I’m like a single sunbeam.  He’s like all of your brightness.  So, let’s focus shall we?!!

I love sticking to the point and keeping things clear.  I feel ideas will just about stand up for themselves like sprouts bursting up.  And, remember, maybe when a sprout bursts up into the sun, it may not know where it is.  May not have met my brother The Ace of Wands.  No matter.  The sprout naturally placed itself.  That’s what I’d like to show you here.  I’d like to show you how naturally well-placed ideas cut right through when you are aware to notice detail.  Sometimes this occurs ESPECIALLY even when there is no certainty of placement.

I love meditating options objectively before taking my next logical step.  The Emperor came and gifted me that. I love identifying and understanding causes through feeling.  The Queen of Wands gifted me that.  I love trusting my inner, personal convictions.  Temperance taught me that.  I love cutting through the bull all the while protecting my privacy.  We can thank Mr. Chariot for roaring through my imagination with that one!  I learned my speed and agility in my cutting through from him.

Then something happened.  I had already been heated and cooled and rolled and hammered diligently and patiently for a long time.  I was annealed and then came the tempering.   I was a sword after all, tempering was something I wanted.  What happened is that I hesitated.  After all this work on me, I was held at my hottest point over brisk and cool water.  Fortunately my Sis the Ace of Cups had provided it all.  I was to be quenched, thrust at my hottest temperature into the cold water.  What if I cracked?  What if I. . .Let’s stop right there.

See how easy it is to build bad drama with worry?  I like thicker dramas than that.  Heck, I had been through all the other parts.  What was I worried about? Here’s what it was.  After all the hard work and all the studious efforts I was to be thrust into an unknown which made me who I am today!  So, like stepping onto the stage for the first time, IN I WENT HOT into the coldest of water pssssshhhhhhhzzzzssssssss!  Gota ll steamed up and NOT a crack anywhere.  In fact that may still be the most favorite speaking engagement I’ve had where I just went right in and was quenched.

So, after all this, what I’d like to tell you is that even when your steps are unsure, if you have been working hard and going step by step, AND have a positive feeling, even a positive unknown of a feeling, keep it up.  Sometimes, like with my quenching. . .that last 5% of the time felt like the OTHER 95% of the time.  The 2 of Wands taught me not to perceive many little things as one big thing.  I took that to heart in my quenching.  I decided to not let one new thing get missed.  And, here’s the catch.  I KNEW where that water came from.  It was good water from a good cup.  I took a risk, just like those sprouts bursting into the sun.  Keeps me sharp now, though.

Imagination Tools From The Ace of Swords:

  • I gift you the ability to cut to the chase, to the core idea.  Bet it’ll show you
    the way to sync up almost every time with the proper, sharply focused
    perspective.
  • I’d like you to make a gift of your own creation.
    • You’ve come a long way.  Hoping you’re enjoying Mystereum and your imagination tools,
      and especially your imagination. I’d like you to have your own quenching of
      sorts.  Pause.  As you move along, I would like you to use your imagination to
      come up with a gift for The Queen of Swords for when you meet her.  It’s all
      YOU!  Use your imagination!  She mentioned that it’s ok to jump ahead to get a
      sense of her first.  But, with your imagination, I would like you to present her
      a weightless gift from you imagination.  She has a vast collection of sharp
      ideas.  I’d like you to tell her one of yours.

(end of excerpt)

As a parting gift in celebration of World Tarot Day I would like to extend an Ace of Swords thought that may cut through some bull in regards to creativity and comms.  I feel there is a 4-charactered voice of Imagination.  It consists of idea, creativity, and intuition. What? You say that is only 3? Enliven the 3 with the idea that most groups are oftentimes n + 1 phenomena.  For those 3, introduce and INDUCE the space between ideas, creativity, and intuition to continually PRODUCE a cascade of actionable relationships between them as the 4th character of Imagination!  It is like neurological cascades through synapses for the effectiveness of your creativity in all your actions.

Till next time!

Jupiter’s Blessings,

Jordan and The Land of Mystereum

 

 

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Death As The Master Gardener. A 13-Card Spread

 

The Land of Mystereum Death Card

Here is a 13-card spread to go along with the Death As The Master Gardener blog post.  At each place in the spread where you are asked to remove a card or cards, visualize dead-heading flowers in the garden as you pop them right off to further nourish what remains.  

 The spread is formatted in an easy to use PowerPoint slide show where you can move through it at your own pace.  Here is to your perennial qualities shining forth and further naturalizing!    Death_As_The_Master_Gardener

Jupiter’s Blessings,

Jordan & The Land of Mystereum

www.jordanhoggard.com

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Posted by on April 15, 2011 in Tarot Birth Cards

 

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Birth-Placing Identity ~ The Nines


Tarot Birth Identities: The Nines + a Birth Card Finale!

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 and hopefully invigorating walk-through of the groupings of Birth Cards to express some of the ways that they can contribute vital components to your identity.  Also, I will layer in my concept of Birth Card Preludes to express the whole of each Birth Card grouping in a short statement.

I find that these Preludes, as I like to call them, are best stated as catalysts, as triggers to remind one how the Birth Cards can integrate an overall expression of each Birth Card combo into a single, incorporated and integrated voice.  Enjoy finding your own path with my Prelude versions of Birth Card Groupings.

I look forward to hearing your own, personal catalyst and trigger Preludes and Birth Card thoughts directly composed from your feeling-sense of them.  Have fun with ’em!  Whether you post yours here or not when you craft your own, as they can be great tools for you, personally, and no-one else, my wish is that this blog series promotes you in your own way to shine in the way only you do . . . like The Sun.

Note also how these Birth Card expressions and Preludes factor in to hook up and work with my videos like the upcoming Nines Invigorate video on my YouTube channel.  9’s video to be released in the near future. Please enjoy the other videos in the interim, and full-on share them if you dig ’em. Thanks Mucho when you do!  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, again, I encourage you to have some fun and come up with Preludes on your own for your Tarot Birth Cards, the Aces through the Tens, and as well the Royal Court characters to enhance, reinforce, and strengthen your own Birth-Placing Identity set.  In The Land of Mystereum the Courts present themselves as Your Royal Courts . . . so, enjoy taking ownership of your Tarot Birth Cards in YOUR own way as a great step to further establish your Inner Royal Sovereignty!  I hope this blog series can provide a vital step for you in that way!

So, let’s get started with the Nines in from a Land of Mystereum perspective, shall we?

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THE MOON -~THE HERMIT
XVIII ~ IX  ::  18 ~ 9
Note how the numbers of these cards add up to 9, and thus correspond with the Nines in general, and the upcoming Nines Invigorate video on my YouTube Channel.
9’s Birth Card Prelude: With The Moon ~ The Hermit as your Birth Cards you may often experience a naturally aware and awakened inner and outer reflection connecting you to unseen places.

How does this simple Prelude statement express the 2 characters as facets of one in your personality?
The Hermit ~ Do you often experience a naturally aware and awakened inner and outer?
The Moon ~ Do you reflect to connect yourself to unseen places. (like the moon reflecting the unseen [identity of the] sun  . . . which of course beautifully comes next in the Majors.

~ Notice the cross-over overlappage in the mixed order of the single, integrated Prelude statement that can be gifted by the 2 cards working together.  Integration in these kinds of Prelude statements may very well indicate that things are rarely simply put in line like dominoes disconnected, working together(?), and as well also set to fall.  Maybe not linear.  Then again. . . In the Prelude The Hermit gifts his portion to the 1st part of the statement asThe Moon chimes in to reflect the 2nd part.

With integration of concepts imaginatively, things are incorporated, integrated, like a well-made 3-day rue is folded into and simmered into a gumbo.  Certainly not two things once served up.  The 2 portions mix and blend and contribute inter-locking strengths to enhance and bring about the creation of something different than the two separate characters.  Something new made by teaming things up this way.  Maybe as well that is how metaphor is made . . . like the French Surrealists of Paul Eluard or Andre Breton expressing, The world is blue, like an orange — attribution conflicted, so, if you know differently, pease chime in in the comment.  Two things put together in an integrated way that in short-form tell a new story that is expansive.

Sidebar questions for your Inner LunaTic to ponder with your Hermit: Does The Fool live on The Moon? Sure looks that way. Or, does The Fool just jaunt there to get a more robust perspective in support of unknown, sacred ground rising up to support every footstep on new paths? Is The Moon The Fool’s trailhead cairn?

With The Moon ~ The Hermit, I suggest to ask the question, “What new quality is revealed in my personality each time things team up and are incorporated this way?”  Visualize making a souflle.  The eggs whites are folded in in 2 stages.  They are incorporated across the process.  I suggest to think about this in just that way.  Hungry yet?  I certainly am. What about this?  Portabella Polenta Souflle with Mediterranean rice and a bruschetta? . . . that oughta do it, and maybe leave one of the 3 as ‘WOW, I am full . .n rockin’ leftovers tomorrow.  Do Birth-Placing Identities of Preludes work that way? Let me know in the comments.

Back in to these cards, specifically.  YOUR cards if these are Your Birth Card paring.

~ The Moon indicates a natural reflection, the inner industry of identity of la luna, The Moon, your Inner LunaTic, unlit as hiding in plain sight always there . . . to influence constant reflection?  To reflect in Your own way, like the moon does the sun? How does this inter-relationship work for you!

~ The Hermit is a light insightfully reflected forward while at one and the same time peering into and illuninating and utilizing the chthonic darkness, maybe living in both at one and the same time like a Chthonic Numinosity =’ing Self? In the moment he steps into the steps he first embossed into the ground at each cycle?

The Fisherman in Ernest Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea might just be this.  Or, Jung’s expression of the ichthios, the glowing-eyed fish yanked from the deep.  Something tells me that Harold in Harold and the Purple Crayon is a Moon ~ Hermit character unfettered by any reason other than to live and act wisely with his own vibrance in time, cycles of experience integrated whether they have been experienced or not.

Doesn’t that indicate imagination at its heart?  Inner inheritances as expressed in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum brings to mind, From the mouth of babes.  And, I am not talking about the annual Sports Illustrated issue or Maxim or insert your own rockin’ visual rag issue cover. Though, thinking about that that was harsh. Include those, too. Your call.

The Moon card can represent your Outer Expression.  This is how most people ‘see’ you in the world.  The Moon card is known for its ability to reflect light from unseen sources as it influences your feelings constantly like the moon.  Get past the barrage to what YOU resonate with?  With The Moon card representing your Outer Expression experience the filters with which you influence your world. These are of primary importance.  Know that your cycles may move in a faster gear like the moon’s direct movement through and to and continually across the astrological signs of the zodiac.

Keep sight of shifting with your cycles as you do being conscientious with the not-knowing wise in time.  Your sense of meaning may poignantly and effectively occur simply in your each and every act, in your direct and actionable expressions not so much in need of explanation.  You may naturally cycle through the personalities of your ideas on a daily basis, even shifting your mode idea to idea with as much versatility as the moon influences each astrological sign as it continually moves through them.  Self-influencing itself where it is via its reflections?

Rather than reasons being unreasonable with The Moon, you may simply, naturally act in the living of your life.  You may naturally act wise in time as directly as the moon continues its orbit.  Shift and corner and enhance and reinforce and strengthen the quality of your versatile ability to perform.  May I suggest to look into keeping track of the Void Of Course cycles of the moon?  To start things with a distinct sense of them?  You may be as agile in your moods as you are in your motion, especially when they tango together.

It is pretty Mercurial to be as agile in your moods as your motion. Where’s Mercury in your Natal Chart  Visualize the substance of Mercury.  The alchemists did.  It is metal . . . that flows . . . at room temperature of course. And, is poisonous at uncut levels. Does that depend on the room, the People In The Room Astrology of your chart with continually modifying transits?

I would not advise touching mercury in any way, though, other than visualizing it or empathising with its qualities.  You probably already knew that, though Mercury in your chart can be bountiful. What does is conjunct, oppose, quincunxes, square trine, sextillion? And, just where is it, initially, in your Natal Chart? That in itself may nourish your Tarot Birth Cards.

The Hermit can represent your Inner Expression.  This is a side of you that only your closest family and friends may ‘see’. The Hermit as your Inner Expression can symbolize that you have an active and reflective inner light that leads your way.  You have a natural and thoughtful ability to illuminate mysteries as you mind and develop yourself, literally aware in minding yourself.  In some cards The Hermit sees his/her footsteps, aware and noticing the current placement in a familiar place.

And, this awareness of both completed cycles AND an integration with current cycles, sometimes quite a Tower set of interrogations tensions is set up internally, and replacement that I will call integrative experience, may well be a chief feature of The Hermit’s ability to see familiar things in a new light.  To see and utilize familiar things differently, each time in a refreshing way that promotes vitality like dead-heading flowers in a garden.  With The Hermit your illumination emanates from your experiences as your continual mastery and awareness of placement leads you to further discoveries.

“Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer” provides Imagination Tools to re-focus the emotional refraction of anxiety, to enhance and reinforce and strengthen your activities in just YOUR way!  Try it and see. Take a look.

And, back to the order of this blog, your The Moon ~ The Hermit Birth Cards, and Birth-Placing your identity.

To put The Moon and The Hermit back together again into an Exalted Prelude or an Evolved Prelude = minus card names: You may often experience a naturally aware and awakened inner and outer reflection connecting you to unseen places.  Note that the cards are intentionally not mentioned in this second Prelude statement which I call an Exalted or Evolved Prelude. They are not really missing, though.  Are they simply and vitally present in the statement like the color of your eyes relative to you?

Are they embedded and contributory features? Or, is an Exalted Prelude, an Evolved Prelude what you come up with when you utilize the cards as counsel, and then make your own decision about how they work together?  . . . like in a reading! . . . where it becomes not a “they told me. . . ,” but a statement of your own that you supports you?  Your client? I feel an Exalted/Evolved Prelude has cut the strings, has unlocked the docking clamps like on Star Trek.

You can feel the float, or, hear your inner Jean Luc Picard with a confident finger uplifted to direct, say, “enGAGE!”  Exalt yourself  Evolve yourself!  This is a place where arrogance is often seen as ancillary and relatively useless.  Smiles are rockin’!  I often wonder if confidence without even a whiff of arrogance . . . is that another way to say someone is clearly having fun?  Hmmm . . . and maybe like a lion or tiger . . . expert skill can be naturally masked in play?

I hope you have enjoyed this The Moon ~ The Hermit Birth Card Identity Blog, and 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: An Imagination Primer” is all about your life-long process to continually emancipate your Tarot voice in YOUR way.  Teachers are rockin’, gurus not so much, at least from my point of view.  I remember in a meeting someone telling me there was no “I” in team. They were simply frustrated in general so I smiled silently thinking, *maybe their lunch burrito wasn’t sitting so well?  Problems at home? Elsewhere?*  I had to laugh, though, when then I chimed in right after, “Yup and there’s no U, either.” There is certainly U in gurU, though, YOU kinda “U”.  Oops. 9s are dynamic and fluid and keep going and going. So, the EverReady Bunny says keep going…

With your naturally aware and awakened Hermit ~ Moon Inner and Outer Expressions connecting you to unseen places . . . you may well know how much we are each created in the image of . . .  and consequently each HAVE the face of . . . and further that you are your only ruler in the face of . . . YOU!

Hmmm, ever heard of the book “Animal Speak” by Ted Andrews?  Great book!  I highly recommend it to layer in another facet to your daily life and as well to flesh out the experience of animals you come across.  I encourage you to experience them as totems, as living Oracle cards as they cross your path, as they enter and populate and pass through your experience . . . like the inner inheritance your were born with of your Birth Cards!  May animals enter your experience as companions, simply for a while, or just wonderfully passing through and saying, “Hi”, as they lend their personality, their story, to your story.  May your Birth Cards enter your experience.

But, thinking about “Animal Speak” and your natural inner and outer reflection that connects you to unseen places . . .that just gave me an idea!  With your Moon ~ Hermit dynamic duo . . . Are you your own living totem or are you unseen to yourself?  Do you exalt yourself without arrogance for your highest good?  Do you smile in darkness?  What happens when you securely place your natural Moon ~ Hermit to live as your own totem?  Does it accentuate you to activate your highest good?  If so, what do you do with that?  What would then occur when there is a You-sighting?  What would you like to happen when there is a You-sighting?

Thanks for your valuable time.  Much appreciated.  If this article freed you up to be more YOU in ways that only you can be like The Sun, I am thankful.

And, towards closing again of this Tarot in the Land of Mystereum style exploration of your Tarot Birth Cards, to discover and experience through the process of Birth-Placing your identity, I would like to extend a precis, a synopsis of these 9 Birth-Placing Identity with Preludes blogs for you.  Here is a Prelude section for Birth Card personalities, for Birth-Placing your identity.  I call these Preludes the integrated, individual personality of each Birth Card set as I feel they provide a bearing, an informed direction, to simply synopsize and provide triggers for Birth Card Groupings as personalities.

In each form they are placed in their respective locations throughout this blog series as whole Birth Card expressions, but I place the Birth Card Preludes here again, afterwards, as I feel they provide stronger triggers once you know the more fleshed out expressions above.  Enjoy grouping them in any way that you feel that they strike chords that best resonate with you, with you in your naturally enjoyable voice, in whatever place you are.  And, I encourage you to craft your own Birth-Placing Birth Card Preludes from what resonates from Mystereum and / or your fave deck!

THE Preludes of the personality of your Birth Card Set: some subtly different than presented before, as their adjectives and movement mod & fluctuate like the tides here and there as they live and move . . . like the versatile You?! Hmmmm… The Versatile Tarot. Is that. New dec to be created?

The Moon ~ The Hermit as your Birth Cards you may often experience a naturally aware and awakened inner and outer reflection connecting you to unseen places.
If this blog strikes chords that resonate with you, I encourage you to pass it along and spread the word. Share at will~  &, Jean Luc responds from Data’s research foray . . . ,”Engage SHARE!”  Thanks mucho for your support!

Jupiter’s Blessings,

~ Jordan & The Land of Mystereum

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SUN ~ WHEEL ~ MAGICIAN       JUDGMENT ~ JUSTICE ~ HIGH PRIESTESS
JUDGMENT ~ STRENGTH ~ HIGH PRIESTESS
THE WORLD ~ THE HANGED MAN ~ THE EMPRESS
TEMPERANCE ~ HIEROPHANT        THE DEVIL ~ THE LOVERS
THE TOWER ~ THE CHARIOT         THE STAR ~ STRENGTH
THE STAR ~ JUSTICE       THE MOON ~ THE HERMIT

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