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A Tarot Numbering Thought

A Tarot Numbering Thought

You know, I’ve had an issue with The Fool in the Tarot being labeled 0 (zero) since I was seven years old. I guess, that 46 years is enough time for an idea to steep and let the cat out of the bag so the dog’s not so alone.

I’ve never seen a wild thing sorry for itself.

~ D.H. Lawrence


I do not think the O in the middle of the top of the card is a zero. I don‘t think it is a number at all or the concept of zero. One, all the other numbers are at the bottom. Certainly, a number 0 at the top could be a telling anomaly, like the head of the ouroboros’ (uroburos) potentiality to bite its tail prior to the tail forming, a “nothing about the caterpillar tells it about the butterfly“ kind of thing, though, I grimace at that with a pretty hefty ‘Nope.’


So, what do I feel from an artist’s perspective? Well, Pamela Coleman-Smith designed the Rider Waite Smith (RWS) Tarot cards. And, I feel the O at the top of The Fool in the RWS is a Day Sky Full Moon. I think that goes a long way to include everything in the card like a whole oak tree in an acorn. The Sun. The Day Sky Full Moon. The elements. The Archetypes all in an unseen place beyond much like the Buddhist Concept of the Disappearing Path indicated by the cliff’s edge right in front of the Fool. Then, all of the unseen things are seen, and the whole oak tree of the deck is in the acorn of The Fool.


How does the O in the top middle of this card image land for you as a Day Sky Full Moon? No need to research this. You won‘t find any attributions as the idea is mine, a personal, Tarot acorn so to speak. My Fool sees the world from the moon, so the earth is what waxes and wanes and is New and is Full through cycles for the Mystereum Fool. How does the O as a Day Sky Full Moon land for you?

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum Fool image (c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard

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Posted by on April 10, 2021 in Tarot Birth Cards

 

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Re-Run ~ Dead-heading Pansies of Self,

I Culled Myself and Woke Up and Called Out

Death is the Mother of memory, the organic fertilizer that nourishes dreams, ideas, intuitions, imagination. 

What message do I have for myself from this experience?

Feel it. Hear it inside. GIve its resonance space to expand until it settles. Now, say it.

Keep it.

Pansies Are…

Dead-head your pansies in your garden, or pots, or urns, or wherever you have them. It’s a verdant gesture to keep them thriving and vibrant. There’s so much cool color when you do. So much cool color ALL the time. Dead-head the flowers as they start to wilt and drop them to the base of the plant. Death will then be the Master Gardener to nourish. Death, the mother of memory, will fertilize future flowers’ dreams. Dead-head, and that energy can go into the soil, and the energy that was going to that flower will strengthen the remaining full flowers and new growth.

patience, respect, renewal, resurrection, feeling unseen seeds cracking underground

Pansies Are Delicate, Though…

Pansies are delicate, though they are hardy. Pansies in the garden are no weaklings. Pansies are SO not pansies. Trauma works like pansies to a degree…

Perspective

So many times after an intense experiences passes, I feel there is a tendency to say, Phhuuuuueeewww. Glad that’s over. Run away! Like Monty Python. Run away! Run away! 

Is it. Is it over? Is the experience really over? Or, is The End really Just The Next Beginning? Or, is the over simply that we escaped with our life? Or, escaped to be emancipated with more life, more of ourself revealed, now more evidently present?

Maybe, instead of Glad that’s over, somewhere along the line I’ve learned to dwell IN the experience while it was still fresh just afterwards, and then not have to dwell on it as some nebulous unresolved why-dafuq-do-I-get-triggered-that-way by who knows what that reminds me subtly enough that I don’t groc it until too late, for years to come.

Feel into trauma and experience wise in time or just after. Own it. Listen to its message. Allow it to integrate itSelf on its own terms. Continue WITH it as a new asset. Feel your empathy tuned up a notch in so doing. Respect and resonate in powerful witness with the trauma messenger inside. Be grateful to the person who triggered you BEFORE you act out driven by the trauma and not the totality of what you were the moment before. Express, Thank you for digging just there. I need to breathe and feel into that. ANd, if they are a solid friend comfortable in their own skin, they’ll understand, maybe even silently stay with you for the short vigil while you acclimate to the trauma re-surfacing, powerfully and respectfully and grateful listen to it in all its ferocity and candor and quiet subtleties.

Once Your Trauma Has

Once your trauma has re-acclimated to you as well — its birth to peel off from you to protect you and bleed off overload in the system and become a disconnected Part and be buried deep inside may Be the last time it saw you — get re-acquainted, and do so allowing the Part to lead. Don’t poison it with any words or expectations or presumptive putting words in its mouth. Allow it to speak, and do so on its own time rather than yours. The 1st session with a Part may simply be an awareness of one another session. Each encounter is different. It may leave and come back to check in later. Minutes. Days. Years. Simply reserve a place At your table for it when it presents each time.

Amending The Soil

It feels like fingers in black earth while amending the soil in the garden. If, just for a moment, I honor myself enough to be silent and still, not frozen, not in shock, silent and still, when I feel into the intense experience after I have washed up on the shore on the other side after the storm I’ve experienced has broken, I can feel-discern with a fresh clarity of vision in a new perspective framed by the experience before it evaporates. And, it informs me. It gifts me the message of my experience while it’s still fresh, instead of disappearing inside to become a trigger where the trauma is always kept fresh.

“Reflections” (c) 2005 Jordan Hoggard

Still Near It, Fresh

Still near it, fresh and wet behind the ears from my birth from The experience, before it’s truly past trauma, still focused by it and immersed in it rather than by me, a bit still hanging toes in the unconscious semi-liminal, it or I may gift myself a message from the experience before I fully step back over the trauma prison of Inner Beyond to here. Psychologists have plenty of titles for this. That’s cool. Creativity is not a diagnosis or a malady or a disorder. The only titles that matter to me are Tarot Reader and Author, Astrology Reader and Author (by Blog), Artist, Poet, Writer, Alchemist, Architect, someone who is Alive. Bold. Courageous. Caring. Empathic without being mushy… unless of course we have our toes in the mud… to grow a Lotus from the mud in joyous and as-if-without-thought-or will sandbox garden.

Fearlessness

Fearlessness doesn’t apply here. I have plenty of fears. I simply don’t let anxiety kidnap them and torture and distort them into making me afraid. Guess that helps get off the mountain when those torrentially experiential storms come in rain-singing, Nature’ll kill ya. Keep breathing, and you’re still alive so you’re still a problem. Keep breathing. Nature’ll kill ya. Nature’ll kill ya. And, Nature will make you stronger when you relive yourself of the excess, when you deadhead the pansies in the Soul Garden so they keep thriving more and more strongly towards perennial naturalization each year.

I’d stay in that place as long as it took, not running for dear life to get as far away as possible, certainly not frozen, quite the contrary. Not fight or flight or freeze. Aware. Still. Focused. Patience is not docile or omissive. Patience is concentrated strength.

To In-dwell, To Enact

I in-dwell in the feelingsense home of the space, of the place, of my recent, intense experience. Sometimes 5 seconds. Sometimes an hour. Sometimes decades cycling around through its paces throughout my psyche. No deadline, no expectation. I simply make serendipitous stumbles in meditative momentS moving forward in a powerful and respectful witness of what just occurred. I don’t waste trouble.

And, I do that until I’ve psychic-gold-panned past the experience’s rough geode exterior to see beyond the rawness in the moment to the refined, potent message. I see into to the colorfully kaleidoscopic, living crystal, juicy gemstone, geode interior. And, the message comes as my head begins nodding. Almost without fail. Almost without fail is an acceptable risk to me.

I’ve had historical friends for as long as I can remember. Sometimes they are spectators, sometimes assistants, sometimes colleagues, and sometimes I’m the spectator when I Engage in process towards the message with something like: What would my friend Fred do?; How would my friend Bill B handle this?; What does CG‘s ‘Red Book’ have to offer?

How Do You Keep It?

Who Are Your Historical Friends?

How Can They Help You Today?

How do I keep it? I keep it with an open palm up to the sky where it would nestle in my hand. No closing my hand and holding tight white knuckling to possess it. That suffocates things. Embrace it. Embrace the person or thing as a talisman, a talisman of THEMself on their terms. No need to digress into Psychological Projection or Projective Identity. Those two are the horseshit born of not owning your own stuff.

How do I embrace and meet up with inner, geode messages?

Open handed, reciprocal figure to ground touch, the Both/And touch of the Yin-Yang, the apogee master violin bow single-stroke bindus connecting inhale and exhale, forming breath as prayer. That’s how I embrace and meet up with these inner, geode messages.

Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen

Be there. Be present. The present is perpetual.

Boundaries that create separation simply induce self-imposed anxiety. Boundaries that establish identity and distinctions can dance and immerse in one another without dissolution. I love swimming. I love swimming immersed with another and their uncut intensities even more. Fun stuff.

Then, if you‘re still alive, keep it.

And, saturation needn’t be drowning in the distress of a situation. Like a high performance, high speed, X-rated radial tire — rated for speeds over 134 mph, it’s on you to take responsibility for how far you take it above that… they’re not concerned about a court case at that level above 200 mph as that’s on you top make sure — you and your tires are filled up to 33 psi for stability, and maybe dropped to 32psi for added grip in the turns in the cold? Yes. Vrooom, shift n corner, baby! Shift n corner TOGETHER!

Message Gifts Kept

From your experiences, what gems of messages have you mined to keep?

They are yours, I respect that, and ask that you do as well. No need to comment them here. Please comment only IFF if and only if you care to and are full-on comfortable to share them. Otherwise, they are yours to tune your Soul’s liquid silence with the resonant chords of you and nurture the healthy boundaries of the Royal Castle Around You forming you as Presence As Architecture, or whatever you decide you do with… (Hey presumption, get the effa outa here and know when to shut dafuq up)

May I suggest that Your Presence Is Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within.

How do you dead-head the pansies of trauma to nourish yourself by respectfully integrating them?

Experience

What Have You Mined, and Kept That You Use to Enact Your Priorities? Does Form Follow Priority? And/Or, Is The Form Simply the Consequence of Your Form-Giver?

I go with the form-giver. Beauty necessarily has some weirdness she’s, some flaws. Otherwise, it’s just pretty. Like quick fixes have shallow roots, pretty is temporary. Beauty endures, as beauty evolves to continually be itself.

You have no responsibility to be who you were even 5 minutes ago. ~ Alan Watts

Thanks for You, as only you can be, visiting here today in the perpetual present.

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Posted by on November 29, 2020 in Card Curiosities, Incarnations, The Mystery

 

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When There Is Only Darkness…

When There Is Only Darkness…

Reciprocality?

Do You Own Your Actions?

Open handed, reciprocal figure to ground touch, the Both/And touch of the Yin-Yang, the apogee master violin bow single-stroke bindus connecting inhale and exhale, forming breath as prayer.

Adversity doesn’t build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen (most likely ripped from Aristotle, though I haven’t located the conceptual reference. No matter. Nothing new, yet everything must be original. ~ T.S. Eliot)

Suffering isn’t always required for that if you’re allergic to boredom and challenge yourself. Sometimes, what does not kill us, doesn’t kill us because it loves us very much. And, when you powerfully witness to engage in the Empathic Silence of listening, you may forget your thoughts… the gift in hearing and experiencing another full-boat, full-bore straight out of the box of who they are. I feel one of the biggest tragedies in life is not settling in to nestle in the experience to evaporate the mirage of what or who you think someone is. One of the biggest beauties? Having a clear mind and heart so that every word and feeling between them from another ripples on the glass top lake of your infinite, inner well.

And Yes, adversity may be just like weather coming in, that has arrived. On the mountain. Above treeline. In late October of 1999. On a 14er. 14,263 feet above sea level, and Nature’ll kill ya in a single mis-step no matter your experience level. Being aware of experience, though, means we’re still alive, and that we’ve just had an another experience. And, that we can potentially be made stronger if we don’t react, and instead respond wise in time in the moment, and own it with NO mistakes, just OFLs, Opportunities For Learning… own it, and… can the reasons as they are unreasonable there. You. Are. Already. There. DO you live or die? Do you live or die trying. Do you live by dying trying to be reborn the next morning with your back propped up on the back wheel of an ambulance.

Keep it.

In total depth of darkness, first you’ll see a spark, then a crack, and from this crack will flow your unborn soul. ~ Altered States

Death is the mother of memory, nourishes the future in dreams.

Yes, they water the garden to nourish value, to nurture what’s important. To build value. Though, do you continually Amend Your Inner Soil?

From your experiences, what geode gems of messages have you mined and cracked open by not wasting trouble to keep?

What was/is your takeaway message gift from them?…

That you OWN? That You Keep?

May I suggest that Your Presence Is Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within. Can you resonate with…. . “Go YOU!”

Is guilt simply shame you allowed To digest? Cool. So what? That’s what ablution’s for, to get you back to you. And, shame? Can you slip that shit by side-stepping to literally slip it with wit and humor… with such things when you feel uncomfortable with something like, “:), your words not mine.” And, leave it that, not integrating another trauma to be resolved?

I don’t know about you, though that docket’s full already, and there’s no cutting in line.

If you stop to address every barking dog…. (Kinda thing) ~ Winston Churchill

What did I Keep That Day?

What I heard as I came to, came back to consciousness at 5:45a after getting myself off Mt Democrat and Leg leg blown Creature From The Black Lagoon dragging it and myself back to camp at the base at just after 3am. … Hearing my name, I collapsed.

What Did I Hear?

His heart rate has been locked at 51 bpm for the last 2 hours since he’s been here. I don’t know how he did that, though I gather it was to evaporate anxiety to get ‘er done. 51 bpm and 120 over 70 under full life-threatening stress. Oh, here he comes. ‘Hey Brown Eyes. Where Ya Been?’

~ Paramedic whose name would never stick. Thank you Paramedic-Person For keeping me alive by just staying there in front of me as I began to try to make my way back. Your presence gave me a beacon.

When There’s Only Darkness

When you think there is only darkness, close your two eyes to open the 3rd. When you think there is only darkness, look again. Maybe it’s you that are the light With no need of a mirror. That’s something you can share. It’s a gift to the world.

What Did I Say to the Paramedic?

I heard that. Yes, you are right. I breathed my Heart into Cruise Control. No anxiety or worry. I was sure I was going to die 2,000 vertical feet down the scree field. So, what did I do? I turned around, looked up that infinite sand hill… ‘Yup. I’m going to die. But, (pointing up the incline) I’m going to die going THAT way. Will you epi-pen me or Shake me or something? Now, I can’t get it out of that gear. I love her response. No, I won’t. I’ll give you this cold burger they got for you just in case, and sit here in silence with you as you keep making your way back as slowly as you need. You already shocked your system. Eat. No need to stir the water. You did that up there. It’ll clear. Your heart will thaw into reg. Why do you keep throwing off the blankets? You did that in your sleep, too. I don’t understand. It’s 19 degrees, and you’re in shorts and a T-shirt. I think I cracked a smile which cracked open my lips again to warmly drip blood down my chin On the burger. Yum. My Own Life Sauce. Cold? I don’t feel cold right now. The blankets are too hot. As she blotted my bleeding, she smiled. That tells me again you’re not back yet. Well, YOU are back, just that YOU yourself are not here yet. We sat for an hour. The Silence may have been the best conversation I’ve ever had, right along with the best burger ever.

What Beauties of Golden Experiences Have You Discovered During Your Darkest Hours That Flowed Up From Within To Fill The Cracks, and rather than motion-limiting scars, to Kintsukuroi Your Self in Celebration of Your Experiences?

Don’t waste trouble. ~ Paul Pennock, P.E.

I made a diamond out of my misfortune. ~ Jodorowski’s Chariot Speaks

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Experience

What Have You Mined, and Kept?

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Posted by on November 10, 2020 in Promotions

 

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Peach Leaf Portal

Peach Leaf Portal

October 2020

Thanks to Timothy Price of Off-Center and Not Even for permission to use his wonderful photos to compose the

Peach Leaf Portal

Beauty. The mess you don’t have to clean up.

What beauty do you find when you swim-fly through the Peach Leaf Portal? Can you can bring some back to spill a little into your day each day this week to honor the veils being lifted? Make a clean sweep today, spill some beauty throughout the week, and RAISE the veils!

~ Finis

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Spill Some Beauty

Spill Some Beauty

Such a Simple Feeling Today

I had the simplest of feelings when I pulled these two cards.

I just smiled and, Look at him. The regal Emperor from within his horse-turned-tree tiptoes, slips into, sneaks back to beauty. He felt to have sent the envoys of his own, two, cobalt legs to tiptoe back over to the 3 of Pentacles. The thought itself felt like, Oh, I just spilled a little beauty. It may be the shortest reading I’ve ever given myself, other than the times when I simply smile at the cards and start nodding like kelp in the ocean slow-sway kelping And meditate the reading rather than speak it.

Beauty. The mess you don’t have to clean up.

How can you spill a little beauty into your week today?

~ Finis

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Posted by on October 26, 2020 in The Deceptive Simplicity Series

 

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Art Your Chart is Born!

Art Your Chart is Born!

I Am Having So Much Fun

A Client

A client recently saw a Doodle With the Unconscious I recently drew-painted as a sketch to use as an Astro Focus Chart for myself to steep more deeply in immersive meditation with my 10th House Scorpio Mercury~Neptune conjunction.

Mercury~Neptune Astro Focus Art Chart Example

Can You Do That for Me?

Can you do that for me. Can you (He)Art My Chart like that? Or, Art My Chart. Not concerned about what it’s titled. I like that its a visual Astro Reading withOUT words. Go You! Can you do that for me, for my whole Chart?

Well, yes. Yes, I can! So, I assembled my source material. First, the Astro Chart. Oh NO! , I thought. Oh no no no no. We canNOT have that. Look at that thing. It’s illegible. The geometry doesn’t express the Astro math. Too much mathturbation and having to remember and lose one’s place and and and… oh, stop your bitchin’, I laughed to myself. Workability is how to make a diamond out of this misfortune. Hmmmm, what shall I do?, shaking my head. It’s simple. Fix it. Remedy that. So, I modified my source material from illegible to legible.

Then, I slowly hand draw the Chart to literally take it in. It’s like drawing blood in reverse. I pull what I draw into myself through my pen and the visceral feel of connecting with it on paper. It’s like breath for me. I draw it in. I draw it out. And, my tools are sacred to me. There are some things I will not touch with my pencil.

My compasses and pencils and pens and paints crayons and markers compose my Wand on my Magician’s Table. The paper is my Pentacle. The colors and shapes are my Cups. And, the swiftness of calligraphy-like strokes in the unconscious thoughts of no thoughts are my Swords. My compass set is almost 100 years old. It was my Grandfather’s. I lovingly set it as a cornerstone on my stylobate altar, the altar steps base of the Temple that lead up to my primary altar. My compass set is a cornerstone in life I brace against in life. What cornerstone do you brace against?

Compass Altar Cornerstone

There is no more hardline computer rendered Astro Chart once I shed that snake skin by hand drawing the Chart. The snake its skin shedded, the snake its skin not missed.

Writing isn’t difficult. All you have to do is sit down at your typewriter and bleed.

~ Ernest Hemingway

English is my 2nd language. I’m wired to write in pictures, to bleed in images. Imagistic writing? Sure, though writing in pictures will also do. Images and metaphor are my mother tongue.

And, then…

And, then the source Chart becomes a relic. It transforms into an artifactual tool as it rests back in place in its new role as a spectator as its work has been done. It rests back in place as the sketch where I draw in the Chart takes to the fore to become the form-giver. After this 1 2 3… from illegible to legible to a sketch where I draw it in… I draw it out. And, Art Your Chart is born!

Art Your Chart Is Now Born

C’est Finis.

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Posted by on October 24, 2020 in Astro Art Your Chart

 

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Mystereum Wands Gallery

Mystereum Wands Gallery

I’ve Posted About

I’ve posted about my Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer, Schiffer Publications 2011, in a lot of ways. I’ve done a Process of Sequencing Individuation Tarot Psychology synopsis with the Majors, and a 9-Part Tarot Birth Card Series. I’ve done a series of the Presence of the (insert Major card) series going through how in the Land of Mystereum each of the Majors visit and cameo in many of the Minors to bring lineage into the power of the Minors, give them higher octaves readily present without playing the implication game with things unseen. There’s been The Soul Seat Heartfelt Silverback Hierophant where instead of the Hierophant on a bad day, the stubborn and unbending traditionalist, the Hierophant is seated AS active wisdom born of life experience. There have been to 10-Part Mystereum Tarot Moments short, around 1 minute or less, videos For the Pentacles to date. About to resume on the other 3 suits… uh hem, 9 years later.

So, Today

Here are the Wands WITHOUT the perspective and bents of me describing them with words so you can dive in and see for yourself what the Land of Mystereum Wands are all about. No tour guide theme. No intent, ahhh especially no intent from when I was creating and making them. They graduated from me. Now, they speak for themselves in the ways they’ve grown to speak to you, your way. If there are caption comments in the images, simply click for a large view. I imagine the caption will scale out of being text graffiti that interferes with the larger image. What do the Mystereum Wands say to you?

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across. Can be the heartbeat pulsing actions to life, though the actions are going to speak louder than the intent words.

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across

~ Jordan Hoggard at a BBQ in 1993, Denver Colorado. Thanks Joe B. for writing the 1st sentence of the 1st part on your white board. Otherwise, this statement would have most likely been lost.

Enjoy the Mystereum Wands with my words shed like chaff from wheat in the wind. All image. All your perspective. Personally, my Minor Arcana order is Pentacles, Wands, Cups, Swords. Mostly, due to it takes all elements to put a sword together from earthly materials, to fire and smelting and melting and forging and and folding and annealing ( or not if pre-mature), to water set up clean for quenching in the quickening douse to temper… to air… to… make a sword. May be limiting. May be expansive. AN order that may be able to be shed like chaff from wheat in the wind. The snake its skin shedded. The snake, its skin not missed.

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What Energetic Messages Do the Mystereum Tarot Wands Gift You?

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Posted by on October 15, 2020 in Card Cameos

 

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The Temple Steps

Everyone

Everyone is different, just like everyone else. All similar, each unique. Maybe none of us are born equal, though I herald equanimity and that we are each born with equal value.

Inner Inheritances


We are born with Inner Inheritances, innate talents. Best to you as you inherit your inner treasures each time you discover more about yourself. Best to those talents being something you develop into abilities that support the clarity of vision of just the way you were born to see.

Your Life, Your Way

You are a Temple, inside and out. May you be and continue to become your own Temple inside and out as your life experiences place the steps. How do you Temple yourself? What part of your life builds foundations up under your dreams to reach them and support them and realize them?

When you focus on the ‘good’ or ‘bad’ of your fellows, you make an opening in your heart for maliciousness to enter. Testing, competing with, and criticizing others weakens and defeats you.

~ Morihei Ueshiba, Founder of Aikido. Translation by John Stevens in The Art of Peace

Pardon any typos or awkward language constructions. AutoCorrect often writes things on my behalf that I didn’t Nintendo.

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The Star and the 6 of Wands have been featured in Jessica Hundley’s The Library of Esoterica just published by Taschen!

LIbrary of Esoterica by Jessica Hundley. Taschen Books, 2020

Trace the hidden history of Tarot in the first volume from TASCHEN’s Library of Esoterica, a series documenting the creative ways we strive to connect to the divine. Artfully arranged according to the sequencing of the Major and Minor Arcana, this visual compendium gathers more than 500 cards and works of original art from around the world in the ultimate exploration of a centuries-old art form.

(C) 2020 Jessica Hundley, Taschen Books

 
 

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Mystereum Swords Gallery

Mystereum Swords Gallery

I’ve Posted About

I’ve posted about my Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer, Schiffer Publications 2011, in a lot of ways. I’ve done a Process of Sequencing Individuation Tarot Psychology synopsis with the Majors, and a 9-Part Tarot Birth Card Series. I’ve done a series of the Presence of the (insert Major card) series going through how in the Land of Mystereum each of the Majors visit and cameo in many of the Minors to bring lineage into the power of the Minors, give them higher octaves readily present without playing the implication game with things unseen. There’s been The Soul Seat Heartfelt Silverback Hierophant where instead of the Hierophant on a bad day, the stubborn and unbending traditionalist, the Hierophant is seated AS active wisdom, himself born AS a throne of life experience. There have been 10-Part Mystereum Tarot Moments short videos of the Pentacles to date which are all around 1 minute or less. I’m fascinated with how March can be expressed with depth in around 60 seconds. It’s like dialing in to Moira time, syncing with the internal rhythms, one’s own, personal mindful and heartfelt inner musical meter. I plan to continue the other 3 suits… uh hem, now 9 years later.

So, Today

Here are the Swords WITHOUT the perspective and bents of me describing them with words. Simply the card images here, so you can dive in and see for yourself. No tour guide theme. No intent, ahhh especially no intent from when I was creating and making them. They graduated from me. Now, they speak for themselves in the ways they’ve grow to. What do they say to you?

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across. Can be the heartbeat pulsing actions to life, though the actions are going to speak louder than the intent words.

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across

~ Jordan Hoggard at a BBQ in 1993, Denver Colorado. Thanks Joe B. for writing the 1st sentence of the 1st part on your white board. Otherwise, this statement would have most likely been lost.

Enjoy the Mystereum Swords with my words shed like chaff from wheat in the wind. All image. All your perspective. If the captions eclipse the image, please click the image for a larger view. It will most likely scale the caption out of the image area.

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer Tarot deck + 192-page companion book boxed set published by Schiffer Publications in 2011 is available on Amazon. Here’s a link to my Shop where there’s a direct link to Mystereum on Amazon.

What Communicative Imagination Messages Do the Tarot in the Land of Mystereum Swords Gift You? What hides in plain sight?

Thanks for Visiting the Land of Mystereum Tarot Swords!

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum available on Amazon. Link in my Shop

Jordan’s Shop Supports This Blog. Check out the great eStocking Stuffers to add that special flourish of visual music for the eyes and the soul to complement your gifting.

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Which music-for-your-eyes eProducts from the Shop do you give this year? 

Blog (c) 2020 Jordan Hoggard

ImaginAction (c) 2008 – 2020 Jordan Hoggard

Mystereum Featured in Jessica Hundley’s The Library of Esoterica by Taschen Books

 
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Posted by on August 24, 2020 in Card Cameos

 

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Mystereum Cups Gallery

Mystereum Cups Gallery

I’ve Posted About

I’ve posted about my Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer, Schiffer Publications 2011, in a lot of ways. I’ve done a Process of Sequencing Individuation Tarot Psychology synopsis with the Majors, and a 9-Part Tarot Birth Card Series. I’ve done a series of the Presence of the (insert Major card) series going through how in the Land of Mystereum each of the Majors visit and cameo in many of the Minors to bring lineage into the power of the Minors, give them higher octaves readily present without playing the implication game with things unseen. There’s been The Soul Seat Heartfelt Silverback Hierophant where instead of the Hierophant on a bad day, the stubborn and unbending traditionalist, the Hierophant is seated AS active wisdom, himself born AS a throne of life experience. There have been 10-Part Mystereum Tarot Moments short videos of the Pentacles to date which are all around 1 minute or less. I’m fascinated with how March can be expressed with depth in around 60 seconds. It’s like dialing in to Moira time, syncing with the internal rhythms, one’s own, personal mindful and heartfelt inner musical meter. I plan to continue the other 3 suits… uh hem, now 9 years later.

So, Today

Here are the Cups WITHOUT the perspective and bents of me describing them words so you can dive in and see for yourself. No tour guide theme. No intent, ahhh especially no intent from when I was creating and making them. They graduated from me. Now, they speak for themselves in the ways they’ve grow to. What do they say to you?

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across. Can be the heartbeat pulsing actions to life, though the actions are going to speak louder than the intent words.

Intention is over-rated. It is simply vastly more important the way an idea or intent comes across

~ Jordan Hoggard at a BBQ in 1993, Denver Colorado. Thanks Joe B. for writing the 1st sentence of the 1st part on your white board. Otherwise, this statement would have most likely been lost.

Enjoy the Mystereum Cups with my words shed like chaff from wheat in the wind. All image. All your perspective. If the captions eclipse the image, please click the image for a larger view. It will most likely scale them ot of the image areas.

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer Tarot deck + 192-page companion book boxed set published by Schiffer Publications in 2011 is available on Amazon. Here’s a link to my Shop where there’s a direct link to Mystereum on Amazon.

What Fulfilling Imagination or Emotional Messages Do the Land of Mystereum Tarot Cups Gift You?

Thanks for Visiting the Land of Mystereum Tarot Cups!

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum available on Amazon. Link in my Shop

Jordan’s Shop Supports This Blog. Check out the great eStocking Stuffers to add that special flourish of visual music for the eyes and the soul to complement your gifting.

*********************

Which music-for-your-eyes eProducts from the Shop do you give this year? 

Blog (c) 2020 Jordan Hoggard

ImaginAction (c) 2008 – 2020 Jordan Hoggard

Mystereum Featured in Jessica Hundley’s The Library of Esoterica by Taschen Books

 
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Posted by on August 23, 2020 in Card Cameos

 

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