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Visceral Path ~ Sacral to Crown Walk Through the Feel of Sacred Architecture

Visceral Path ~ Sacral to Crown Walk Through the Feel of Sacred Architecture

I Walk

I walk the path of knowing 
living in the not-knowing, 
death as the mother of memory,
the nourisher of dreams 
in this confluence of all things 
that is the perpetual present. 

Comfortable with the not-knowing, 
forgetting is for getting. 
It makes more room for the god stuff to breath. 
That often magnetizes 
more good stuff 
for more intense breath,
for more intense forgetting,
for getting
the good.

Is health simply integrated armor?

Are We

Are we all the unmoved mover? 
Do we all move like entering Mont St. Michel? 
The scheduling danger of coming and going. 
Too attached to your plans? 
Cool, I suggest to not attend the visceral, 
experiential feast that is Mont St. Michel then. 
Though, if fluid, 
and not going with the flow,
as only dead fish go with the flow, 
do you tack the sailboat of your life 
with fluid fluency
into the wind? 
Back and forth navigating forward into the intensity,
do you move from depth
to heights
to rise up and open yourself 
like a corporeal cloister?

Once Said

Christian Norbert-Schulz once said:

How does a building stand on the ground?

How does it extend to the sides?

How does it open and close?

How does it reach for and zipper with the sky?

To which I will add,

How does it feel?

What Are the Consequences Of Feeling?

Well, ice crystal recording devices can be a cool gig.

Look What Can Happen

To the top of your car
when you come home 
in butt-ass cold one winter evening
as the sun sets
after a 30-minute drive 
after giving a Tarot reading 
that fills you with, 
This is why I do this,
and discover THIS the next morning.

I Draw, and in So Doing

I draw
And, in so doing
I abduce,
I draw out...

Yesterday evening.
I drew The Emperor,
and said nothing.


That spoke volumes to me, 
That I said nothing. 
Just sat,
feeling Silence.

That spoke volumes to me,
the Architect.
Too attached to form.
Too attached to results.
Too drawn.
Too specified.
Too dimensioned.

Place established,
I now care less about dimensioning beauty.

It’s time to over-listen,
and in whole-body listening,
underspeak,
as I feel into my Silence,
as I listen to others.

I Currently Have 6 Favorite Quotes

I have six favorite quotes in no particular order. 
They all orbit together 
in my Idea Solar System 
as they do at any given time. 

Currently, 
they are all Rx, 
stationed, 
powerful as they sit and emanate.
Retrograde, Rx, is a stationing, 
a sitting planted strongly, 
the intensity
of the focused power
of patience.

Mercury Rx?
Downshift.
Re-sync to the new tach level.
Dial in
to dive in differently.

Mercury Rx in Mars Rx?
We might need a new transmission soon.
Till then,
shift n corner differently as only you can.
Your Life, Your Way.

It’s not no better time than the present.
The present is perpetual.

What am I,
What are You,
going to do with all this future in front of us,
Now?

Death may be the Mother of memory,
and Nourisher of dreams,
though
Now
is always the time.

I chose The Tower.
I drew The Tower.
I had already created and made The Tower.

Though, now?
World-altering?
Nope.
World ALTARing.

Sometimes,
when it appears that everything fell apart,
did everything simply fall in place
for the first time
outside the bounds
of your expectations?

Inspect your expectations.
Has your life simply come together
for the first time
in a way you are full-on unfamiliar with?

It can certainly induce a startle.
Fortunately, I run towards gunfire.
I tack the sailboat into the wind
square my shoulders to face
the time
in the space
of this place
now unconcerned with form and results

with Self. 

Be yourself. I hear everyone else is already taken.

~ Oscar Wilde

I Currently Have

I currently have six favorite quotes:

Symbolic representation and imagistic writing are the pure hieratic forms of esoteric expression. Through symbolism, and through it alone can we read the thought of the Ancients. It is only through the symbolical that we will be able to coordinate the known elements of this great civilization and that the writing may take on its true meaning.   

 ~ R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz — The Temple In Manp. 19

There came a time when the risk of remaining tight in the Bud was more painful than the risk of blossoming.

~ Anais Nin

Trees with strong roots laugh at storms.

~ Malay Proverb

A heart in love with beauty never grows old.

~ Turkish Prverb

Forgetting is for getting. It makes more room for the good stuff to breathe.

~ Jordan Hoggard riffing off of to evolve the Imagination Primer from Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.

If you don’t read the paper each morning, you’re uninformed. If you do, you’re misinformed.

~ Mark Twain

Cloister of Self ~ The Temple In Man

The Temple of Luxor at Karnak

How Do You Listen

When Silence Presents

The Oculus of Itself To Self,

To You?*

* Note: Jung, Nietzsche, and the Wm pair, Blake and James, were napping at the time of this post. Well, that’s what I was told When they could not be reached for comment to provide a quote. I’m pretty sure they played hooky and are hanging out with Julia Morgan and Harriet Tubman and Cleopatra and Sophia. Pallas-Athena and Moira and Astraea will take your cover at the door.

From deep and chthonic Sacral places Kundalini-ing up through numinous Crown

How Do You Listen

When Silence Presents

an Oculus of Connection?*

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* Note: The Portal of the Seamless Segue wormhole in the 9 of Pentacles gifted by The World looking up from within the obelisk.

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The Wisdom of the Heartfelt Hierophant

I am resonant as I re-read something that struck chords in me 20 years ago. It stood and still stands as one of my faves, and of course it feels different this time. No longer an Initiate, I initiate myself, feel a new charge cascade in tingles throughout me like when you hear someone sing in just that way that wonderfully waterfalls an ablution inside you.

This time around, my Hermit-Devil character, assemblage of Magician on the Right, Priestess on the Left, this time with them married within me form is again made from the formless. The cairn on the path of this passage is not unconsciously passed by this time with sparkly eyes drunk on wonderment. To clarify, that was a good thing. To enter. To enter from a place inside where reasons are unreasonable. To enter fully, because my I Am must, I had to, and so I did. I had a choice, though I am My Am. I did not bow my sovereignty to Must then. I stepped into the unknown with it bringing in Tarot full force alongside Architecture,Art, Alchemy, Poetry, and Psychology. It may have been one of the most important and courageous things I’ve done. Fears then were simply signs to inform my awareness. Acceptable risk was even off to the side behind me, left somewhere in the dust. Being afraid was like anxiety and worry, a waste of energy. I had plenty of fear, though being afraid was not a quality of them. Being aware in a manner where fear was simply the wise Counsel of Nature, of what was, is, and potentially will be. I entered fully, without a net. I stepped past my own steps.

As I immerse in the fresh discovery of my previous, first footprints that began an important cycle back then, I pause in respectful Silence and cherish the wild intensity of my creativity then. I steep, aware and conscious of this milestone moment of a new cycle, passage into a new orbit. I feel like the serpent maybe does just before it bites its own tail. I live in the meditative moment where the world of the serpent experiences that quark of a millisecond AS it bites its tail, becomes the Uroburos, and disappears Forever to bleed itself out of the serpent, out of the tip of the lead into the circle.

New circles, such as the one I have just had the honor to experience, make all things go ‘round. Awake again, I step more fully into into my previous footsteps, their paired and alive, talismanic artifacts, and stand like a Temple on their unseen stylobate, their fecund made-of-earth foundation. We stand together as I breathe the joy of being refreshed. As we stand together, One, my heartbeat fuels the next evolution, the earth’s presence rises from my feet with their groundgrabber toes up and throughout me, and my future orbits begin to present themselves to come more into focus. I will not describe them now. That would be a disrespectful irritant of a grain of sand, an undue influence to their soft oyster newness. As a Creator, I am deftly familiar with the responsibility to be the rock under which freshly molted ideas hover under my watch as they acclimate to move and make form from the formless. No irritants allowed. No grain of sand. I’m not out to make a pearl. Here, in a new circle, the snake his skin shedded to artifact steps, the snake his skin not missed Moves forward.

Enough about me. Back to the book that transported me above to right here. As I immersed into this book this time, a particular line struck me as one of my favorite assemblies of words to date. It may stand as the most concise and clear statement about creativity and divination that hasn’t lost its heart to the analytical, hasn’t divorced beauty to forsake its heart for a mistress of structure. For sure it’s no skeleton in a biology class used with overt irony as fact to discuss living things. It’s skeleton, it’s structure, is embedded within it like a 4 of Pentacles hidden bridge, and it’s still possibly an invertebrate. I needn’t know that distinction. The snake, his skin not missed resonates throughout with the chords struck by what i will refer to as The Astral of Ancestral Divination, and Forensic Archeological Empathy. No old, desiccated Hermit sitting in a Hierophant throne here. This is the Hierophant, wisdom from experience immersed in the throne of the heartfelt. Enjoy this assembly of words, this quote from someone whose politics in life I firmly do without, whose work I respect and value to the utmost. If it whets your whistle, enjoy!:

Symbolic representation and imagistic writing are the pure hieratic forms of esoteric expression. Through symbolism, and through it alone can we read the thought of the Ancients. It is only through the symbolical that we will be able to coordinate the known elements of this great civilization and that the writing may take on its true meaning.    ~ R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz — The Temple In Manp. 19

 

 

 

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