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The Hanged Man’s Posture in the Land of Mystereum
Land of Mystereum Hanged Man
Energetically, The Hanged Man is a very watery card,
cascade-rippling forth his inner emanations.
I often see this character as indicating an afloat in clarity quality,
the full and effortless support like when supported floating in water.
So, is this Hanged Man in the same posture as his support, the tree?
What can that tell us?
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Inner Insight Glimpsing Into Eternal Insight: The Full Central Lunar Eclipse
How much more can you close your eyes to experience VISION? What of when the night sky closes its eyes to the moon in a full central lunar eclipse?
How exciting! Well, I think. We are in for the 1st of 2 total lunar eclipses on Wednesday, June 15, 2011. The second will occur on December 10th. The moon will be in Sagittarius on June 15th, and the earth is projected to cast its shadow on the moon making the full lunar eclipse last for some 100 minutes. It is also an extremely rare central eclipse where the moon will pass through the centerline of the earth’s shadow. The next central lunar eclipse will be on July 27, 2018. (ref. Wikipedia link)
I say, “I think”, as I feel there is merit in Bonnie Cehovet’s statement that, “. . . but that has to be disruptive in some way.” From my perspective, and I have heard many conflicting ideas on eclipses as of late from my astrology buddies, lunar and solar, yet with this one being a rare central eclipse, I felt them reaching somehow in statements that sounded all too reasonable, and too. . .too, “that makes too much sense to believe.” The statement, “reasons are often unreasonable” came to mind, and I smiled feeling a lot more comfortable eclipsing all that chatter and feeling into it myself, divining it.
So, why not work that out right here in a blog in one take kinda thing? That’s how I do most things anyway, them not taking an hour or two, but more so taking my whole life up to that point with a “let ‘er rip n build something” where the meaning occurs in the act, with the meaning AS the act. Heck, I don’t really know if I layered that wisdom into the stories told in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum or if building it, Mystereum taught me. I can say that mastery, one way or the other, led to discovery. Maybe no matter if I AM Marco Polo’s hull after a voyage, or the starry-eyed-in-anticipation person standing on the dock as the hull reveals and unfolds it treasures at my feet. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Certainly not nether.
Let’s start with 4 features: the 4 big ole archetypal Tarot ideas for the eclipse of The Sun, The Moon, and Temperance — as the moon will be in Saggie, and Temperance is ruled by Sag. The Sun and the Moon are kinda necessary for this lunar eclipse gig to happen. They intermix in this central lunar eclipse as an alchemical rue due to a more mundane gig, though. . .Earth. Respecting that, it feels to be fitting to bring in another, The Empress as Momma Gaia to represent earth. Then another, The World, as the universe of an alchemist’s crucible wherein all 4 intermix. So, that’s 5. The Sun. The Moon. Temperance. The Empress. The World. Before this gets ad infinitum out of hand, before the roller coaster dynamic of a multi-layer chess tennis match between them all unfolds on Wednesday, and I ask you to smile and fasten your seat belts. . . it seems prudent, WOW I actually used that word for once. . .It seems prudent to pose a centerline or nucleus of some questions first. Pose them not for what we will see, but for more expansive focus toward further opening up vision. Vision, the kind where you don’t say, “the sky’s the limit,” as that is limiting. Simply look up. Point to it. It’s right there. The sky is then equivalent to sight, what we see or want to see. Thinking bigger than that, that seems to be what I am calling vision here. Seeing the powerful limit beyond the sky that is given by vision. Maybe the questions coming up are my own boxes of the blind-spots of expectation, of sight rather than vision. That’ll have to be up to you.
So. . . . . . .
How much more unconscious and depthfully intuitive can we be made as we simply gaze right out at the not-there-in-the-sky-hiding-in-plain-sight central lunar eclipse moon? Do we see further in when looking at, into, its darkness in the darkness of the night?
Maybe the experience is like a natal astro chart of someone I know with Neptune and Mercury 4 degrees from one another in Scorpio? Basically, someone being born with a foot on both sides, where even taking a walk takes that person multiple places at once where those places are all mostly always integrated together in a single experience that seems normal to them? Hmmmm. . . Someone who sees psychic contents as easily as looking at art in a museum? A place where the autonomic, everyday devotion of breath is the prayer, the ongoing meditation? Seat belts, please. 😀 Here we go. . . .
Hmmm. . .dark in dark. Is this an anomaly of an antinomy, the totality of inner opposites. . .yet an antinomy of a totality of inner sameness, the moon and our intuition going into the dark of our own earthly shadow? Pictures! How? What’s there to see with vision? I have another question also coming to mind that I should preface before I blotto-transcend it. With the yin-yang symbol, the black spot being more than a beauty mark in the white field, is the spot really a psychic wormhole? A psychic wormhole where you go so far into the light as to become dark, and wormhole through the spot POOF to the dark field. . .and then the other way you go so far into the dark that POOF you come to the light dot bright-spot and POOF you wormhole again to. . . . I rather like that activation of the symbol. But, enough of the question-preface of that scenario as it seems small now. I sense a larger question:
What happens when the dark goes into the dark?
Does intuition get deeper, where the Moon, the bright eye of intuition in the night sky. . .goes dark? Deeper intuition? A huge sense of a loss of bearing? Vast expansiveness afloat in total clarity in total darkness, a Hanged Man moment you cannot see? Do you experience glimpses of eternity from your known depths of the realms of your creativity and imagination and experience? Total dissolution of self, or is it more not an annihilation of self but more fully a self-realization of the far reaches of one’s infinite inner divinity plunging further into the night so to speak?
The Penumbra Missing That Is A New Experience. Alternate title? No, I think I have said what I want to about the coming eclipse. . .there’s a title of a poem rattling around in that alternate title. . .the now-subject of this blog dedicated to the full lunar eclipse on Wednesday. I’ll run that, too, since I am warmed up. If you cannot see the eclipse in your area, maybe so much the better. Look at the moon and close your eyes with your own Momma-Gaia earth-shadow eyelids. Fully eclipse the moon yourself passing dark into dark, a void between stars, an odd, “hmmm, of a dark spot the size of the moon.” It may be a blank darkness in the night. It may be another imaginative wormhole to take you places and dissolve false connections. Again, that’s for you to decide and/or feel / experience. I will be curious what the core resonance of dark passing into dark is for everyone. Until then, I better write that poem while IT seems to still be warm. . .
The Missing Penumbral Light. A New Experience
Shadow shadow in the night,
I do not see you though I dance without fright.
Stop rhyming you say,
and I say,
ok.
Your Pallas-Athena gift that formed and set up in my mind
between Uranus the Shaker-Upper
and Pluto The Transformer
seems a gift that extends a gift,
extending the gift of the dark passing into the dark,
further into night,
night passing back a different glimpse of eternity from its own deeper night,
eternity’s own shadowed moon seen not-there.
Your gift.
Your Pallas-Athena gift saturates an old dusty idea in my mind.
The Sophia Principle if I remember correctly,
where may I be lucid enough to sense my shadow,
but smart enough to dance with it,
and now, smarter falls away to more. . .
Acceptant and receiving
I will dance
in the dark
with my shadow,
with and IN my earthly shadow
in Gaia-cast night-level shadow,
Gaia-cast
Gaia cast up to right not-there the moon,
now right not-there in the night sky,
where my symbols of intuition and depth disappear into experience,
where on this night
dark passes into dark.
Where on this night an infinite dark passes into my night.
What happens inside when the dark goes into the dark outside?
What happens when the dark goes into the dark?
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- The Sun
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- The Empress
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- vision, genius, madness, poetry
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- Temperance
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- The World
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- Land of Mystereum Card back
(c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard
FREE Tip-Of-The-Iceberg Actionable Imagination Taster Spoon For You!
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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.
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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!
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Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan
(c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard
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?
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- Death
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- The Wheel
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- The Magician
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?!!
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- dynamic interplay in the mix at speed, engaging from the side
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- No BS, sharp wit clearly expressed on her own time
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.
- You’ve come a long way. Hoping you’re enjoying Mystereum and your imagination tools,
(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
All images and text (c) 2010, 2011 Jordan Hoggard
Jordan Hoggard
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