Note the solidity of your movements now, post-completion. How does that enhance your connections, your sense of connection?
solid completion at hand, prosperity, close relationships, ability to share
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What wonderful solid completions have you accomplished of late? Have you built a solid sense of self with healthy boundaries in one area or another that further enhances, reinforces, and supports your well-being? Have you made deadline and knocked it out of the park recently in stellar style on something that you solidly value? Recently, or long ago of which you’re proud? Let me know in the comments below. I’d love to hear your perspective.
I don’t believe in chaos, as Nature does not know chaos. I asked it. It grimaced with a chuckle. I gather it, consequently, doesn’t have order, either. It wouldn’t answer my question on that, though, the wind just gusted me to embrace that for myself. So, I feel Nature just is, it is just full-on is full-on itself in every way at every moment. That, I dig a lot. Not infinitely, just a lot. Nature’s a good role model in ways. At least I feel so, mostly. Not all, though certainly mostly. WIth the 7 of Pentacles I feel to describe it as Depths Beyond.
Wald Amberstone of The Tarot School in NYC (Ruth Ann & Wald Amberstone) penned Depth(s) of Above for This card which I firmly buy and that’s firmly (c) Wald Amberstone, especially with the mental gymnastic pun-flip of putting above ABOVE depth. I full-on resonate with that, and he gets full credit for that, though I call the 7 of Pents The Soul Gardener. The Soul Gardener with Depths from Beyond [(c) me] fertilized right into the earth as they amend their soil as they tend their bounty. I simply prefer Depth of Beyond,
Nature has weather, though I don’t personify the weather. The wind can be static-y and raise the hairs on the back of your neck and get you a bit stirred up, though the stirrer isn’t stirred up. It’s most likely just dry and blustery outside. Not such an admirable quality in people, though with wind, not much to judge or discern. Heck, if it’s raining, bring an umbrella. If sunny, bring a friend. Or, if you’re more like me, stand in the rain happy and hold your head and hands HIGH and feel it, and if with a friend, so much the better. I see people running in the rain, and it always perplexes me. I walk slower in the rain. I stop. I hold out or hold up my hands and look up into it. Ablution? Sometimes. I’m already soaked, so what’s the worry? It’s not like I can get MORE soaked. Plus, I’m made of mostly water anyway, and frantically running might cause me to slip and fall. I don’t care about the ‘getting hurt’ part of that. If I slip and fall, I’ll most likely stop enjoying the rain while I recover. I choose that I enjoy it, and protect that by embracing the enjoyment.
Oh, was that supposed to be a secret? Pardon if I don’t step that back. I pick up lotsa rocks to see what hides under them and bring Shadow to light, or just provide the unseen as a complement to the seen, the unknown to the known, in respect of the Shadow. And, I often continue the disciplines I discover there for decades. Hey, I’m a polymath. “Jack of all trades, master of none,” you say? Nope, you see, that’s not the whole quote. That’s a convenient sound byte often utilized to dismiss people when they are multi-talented and have developed those talents into abilities and someone wants clear and concise and… boringly only bottom line simple. Not much value in that from where I sit. The full quote? “Jack of all trades, master of none, is often a more effective ally than a master of one.” Or, some such similar gig.
Oh, and if I’m talking about Nature and numbers and shapes (please click. There is a stunning and beautiful and inspiring video by Cristobal Villa!… always soundS like Crystal Ball Villa/House when I say it. Cool name either way. Almost as cool as his videos),
Ok, numbers and shapes and this and that. I really ought to go ahead and say it. I really ought to being the earth to bear in a 7 of Pentacles way from a solid Pentacles depth beyond. Ok. I’ll say it. The earth is round. No, really. Am I trying to be deceptively simple? Nope. That comes from a solid depth beyond. How do I substantiate that? Hmmm, which example shall I choose? OH! This one!: If the earth were flat, the cats would have already knocked everything off of it by now. Right?!
Enjoy the 7 of Pentacles Mystereum Tarot Moment.
May you reap your ripe ideas actionably!
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If you’ve come down this far, a blast from the Mystereum past surprise is in the 6 of Pents link below. Enjoy.
What are the 1st inklings from creative work you’re doing that indicate your disciplined work is starting to pay off?
Or, put in a gardener’s perspective:
I bet the Crocus weren’t the 1st to poke up their noses this year like for the last 30. I’m personally, grieving that change. Though, the garden of Me is present and presenting as it is, and that is simply change. I resonate with it, or simply notice it. Do I respond to it?
I’m experiencing THAT newness. Something now indicates Soul Gardener, something someone said years ago, and maybe I’m just now growing into that after 7 years of partial Cicada Sleep now awake again.
Thank you M.Y. (Seriously, the person’s name initials, and now they are certainly fitting. I’ll tell Ya, too. They weren’t then. Though, they must have been somewhere in me, though, She evidently saw through the other stuff.)
“Inspect what you expect.” ~ citation unknown
What’s unsaid, present and built inside, that you can own now?
How can you NOW cut through to YOUR work by inspecting your expectations of yourself?
What do YOU have present that you’ve built inside that is yours, that’s valuable to you, that you can now own?
No need to wait 7years. What’s your gig now?
What are you growing in to?
What noses poke up within you this Spring from your consistent work? I grieve the Crocus as my Gardener’s notion of knowing what ‘Starting’ the season is. I simply looked forward to that morning where I saw their noses poking up in that full-on light of, “WE’RE BACK.” That isn’t what happened this year. Though, I’m acclimating, this year the Crocus said,
This year, go be comfortable with the not-knowing, like us. Inspect your expectations within yourself. That’s not our job this year. It’s yours. Glad you’re our gardener, though.
The Crocus kicked me out of the nest like a baby bird this year.
Who knew? DAYum. And, full-on diggin’ it! Great stuff! Glad that ground thing is so far down there.
I woke up in the middle of the night and smiled as I remembered an honor that is dear and magnetic and powerful to me. It was like an awake-dream, a theosophic vision launched straight out of my dreams. I sat up kelping in slow movements very liminal like I was un-knocked out into awareness, and probably had quite a goofy looking smile like a cat with its tongue just stuck there stuck out a bit. There was a blurry image coming forward and into focus as I came to. It was the rockin’ Tarot package Schiffer Publications published in 2011. That’s certainly an honor, though that wasn’t the magnetic memory that pulled me up out of dream orbits.
My book and deck package Tarot in the Land of Mystereum was named 39th out of the Top 50 Most Essential Tarot Decks By the Tarosophy Tarot Association a good while back! I have to say, being stirred out of sleep by a magnetic memory like that is ridiculously cool! What a great talisman for the night, the day, and moving forward! Lyra, my German Shepherd, may want to go out now for a middle of the night walk, and I’m pretty dang sure I’ll be meeting the pillow again soon after, though I wanted to share this magical moment while it was fresh, to keep its movement going out into the night, the world, and into and throughout the day.
magically mixing where there are no cheap-seats in your game of life. Play well. Play with the vibrant motions and emotions informing your intuition from The Moon and Temperance as teammates. Play with the vibrant strength of their inner motion YOUR WAY!
May the magical space between day and night that is twilight
also be a magical, continual space between above and below like the magical mixing enhancing strong identities that is Temperance. May twilight remind you of the unseen and unmoved mover, and resonate through and through like the invigorating experience of a field of sunflowers.
Have a great rest of the weekend and a great week!
All images and text (c)2010, 2011, 2012 Jordan Hoggard
Hmm. . . Which card in the Tarot represents the symbolic meaning of the ouroburos?
The World from Land of Mystereum
From my perspective many cards in many ways represent the ouroburos. For now I will go with The World as a verge point of the “that which eats its tail.” I see the eating of the tail as a “so to speak” gesture present in real-time, change as ongoing as breath, like a tadpole absorbing its tail, leading vestigial qualities to continually be and refresh inherent structural, personal components. Primitive and instinctual features?, and then the cycle of The World card presents a larger, new world being entered. Similar for the great white shark of the insect world, the dragonfly. It goes from being an underwater swimming and voraciously carnivorous larva in a chthonic underworld (so to speak) TO numinous flight above. Brings in “as above, so below” to be symmetrical as to placement but not relative to its form. I call it educated symmetry. . . things of different identities placed identically or similarly across an axis though they are different identities, different forms. similarly placed across an axis. Focusing on the ouroburos (uroburos)’ head-tail connection would be related to this “axis of educated symmetry”. On either side is the same body, but of different form. . .body behind head, body in front of head. The point where they touch is that cascading-throughout milestone/landmark place where transformation occurs. The cracking of the once-caterpillar’s-now-butterfly’s chrysalis is as well this point/place. And, back to the dragonfly. It’s whole world began under water. It, then, moves above water, to fly! “Dragonfly. Break illusions. Make change.” is an great totem statement. It also expresses phases and cycles. How would one express these on a day to day basis without making an overly-intrusive learning curve? “Breath is prayer” might work. I believe Alan Watts expressed that a great deal. Thx, Alan.
So, all that said, I’ll stick with The World as the card I feel for the Uroburos for now, yet any two cards in sequence can as well can represent the place of the connection of the tail being eaten when seen in light of them both being The Fool becoming the next Fool experience. Every place, every scale you experience . . . there is a whole world there. Shifting focus, and redirecting scale . . . Card one the mouth, Card 2 the tail. How do they continually interact on a deep and presently actionable and ongoing level. Level. Singular. All those roads as components of one. Mitochondia comes to mind. Mitochondraical sounds like memory sickness, existential, cellular biology alzheimers in the making. So, I will stick with mitochondria as a non-sequitur that popped up to squiggly-looking structure express connections. Like . . . think cell nucleus. The center is rarely in the middle.
Hmmm, so now I say The World as one card is representative of the ouroburos, and also the space or place between two cards is a whole world as well . . .hmmm, any two cards in a reading to be representative of the transformation. That sounds a bit nebulous, huh? Think of a stairway. Think of the stairs AS a place. Stairs are themselves a place like the space between. Stairs are the space between spaces, the place between places. Stairs themselves, when you are on them, are your place.
And, thinking of that I just thought my way through this to see the little squiggly thing I draw when indicating card relationships to switch up and cascade forth and become the ouroburos. Heck, I’ve used the Leo-looking squiggly since I was 14. Squiggling a stroke in, and lasso-ing around back to connect places. Visualize this. Nice to refresh it. My diagramming just transformed a little. Looking forward to that cascading throughout. What new world will come of this detail? . . . this place where the snake bites its tail? What new world comes into play when you transform a crucial detail behind/within your head to become a nourishing place before you? The ouroburos is in a the-present-is-perpetual state continually taking in a new perspective of itself, its tail end, the ouroburos as a metaphor for bringing the tail-end, the horizon between, seen and unseen, right up for close view. The snake not seeing its tail, curls to tail-touch-bite. The snake, tail-biting . . . its shedded skin not missed.
What new world comes into play when a time similar to after The Tower happens for you where “You, only new” occurs?. . . occurs for you when skins are shedded naturally and not missed, you still you are there, only new?! Is the shedded skin the nourishment of reinvigoration? Is the newly discovered and experienced world the nourishment of refreshed places? Both? Neither? Both and more? The Fool can be the whole ouroburos, and as well the micro-place where the mouth meets the tail. Foot on the Ma? Not so much. The World is your oyster when shedding skins. The next first touch can be just that grain of sand . . . that irritates . . . OR . . . over time you form a pearl with it. I would say the choice is yours. I would rather say that you probably deal with things your way. Are you an irritation hound, or a pearl maker?
So, where is your center on the move? How does memory influence and fuel your decisions. Is not the Uroburos a symbolic reflection on how connections are continually made? And, further, how they are continually made in real time, at speed, on an ongoing basis?
Which card or experience in your life resonates with the connection of the snake biting/grasping/connecting with the tail of its instinct?
Whichever card or whatever experience, best to your best being present in your way. Simply said. What drives you? Not, what is your foundation, but what drives you? What is the foundational placement that is always refreshed and refreshing when you connect with it. Personally, I like chocolate with things like rasberries and chocolate in it. Break it, and see the colorful constellations of a whole universe that you can taste . . . like your tail . . . only useful for YEAH! kinda continuing with breathe as prayer.
Which card in the Tarot represents the ouroburos to you? Or, which experiential gig plays this part?
Joy in the Mystery continually solved to You . . . for further breaths. None of us are getting out alive, so isn’t your play expressive of the higher octave expertise of your everything? Be your expert. Play as you do. Maybe there is a tail awareness there. Maybe. Maybe I am simply having a hard time cadence-melodying the language of this blog to finale. C’est finis. How’s that?
What is your place of a whole world in a single connection? What is the World really small? I’d say the 2 of Pentacles, the most crucial connective tissue, the kernel-shell nucleus of integrated opposites that births the onset of antinomy.
Land of Mystereum 2 of Pentacles
What distinguishes your World from a really small and detail perspective? What is your place of a whole world in a single connection?