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
My Natal Chart (Just completed my Chiron Return and moving to the Saturn Return in 7-ish years. One prepares you for the next
Cool! Yes and yes on Taureans, and another positive Taurean quality is that a bull won’t budge an inch no matter how pushy, might just look the other way as they swat you away with their tail like a fly.
My Sophia Wisdom and Lilith (Dark Moon Lilith AND Lilith, ro just Lilith?) live in the Taurean world of my Chart. Interestingly enough, my Home, which is very Taurean has imply always been natural, and not needing of much attention. Taurus has simply functioned as an ally. When I need to vacuum and clean? That imply tells me my house is out of order. I vacuum and clean, and POOF, it’s back. I’d say that’s the easiest and as well most easily actionable (relatively non-existent) part of my Natal Chart.
Rather Than Simply Being Resonant With My Sagittarius Sun Sign
Rather than my sign, Sagittarius with Cappie Moon 12th House conjunct the ASC, I’m more my whole Chart, each grouping or featured character cycling in and out to ebb and flow as they pulse their magnetic influence into my life.
People In A Room Astrology
It’s like People In A Room Astrology for me AS a Sign, Where the whole chart plays, and/or rests. I see Charts as whole Astrological and Astronomical symphonies.
Yes, I’m a Sag, and Sag sits in the (Tarot) Chariot driver’s stance (drive standing up, steer with the ground-grabbers of your feet in balance) in the 11th House. Chariot most often sync up to overtake and engage from the side. They literally sidle up to you, or you sidle up with them, Though, the whole rest of my Chariot, my Astro Vehicle so to speak is composed of my Hanged Man~Empress Tarot Birth Cards as the wheels.
I give you a place of your own to clearly float fully supported in your mind activating your crown chakra. Chrysalis, fully afloat in supportive clarity.
Yoniverse, fresh, nurturing, carrying to full term to bring to life, Great Mother
10th House Mercury~Neptune conjunction in 10th House Scorpio (I LOVE this feature Or my Chart!) — very matter of fact and up front with intuition as a fluent language, fluid fluency of intuition developed from seamless segues of imagination and creativity surfing in over the Inner liminal horizon from the unconscious to open the Marco Polo hulls exploratory seeds and pour in mire ambrosis.
This pairing creates a very clear and Neptunian radar for me to inform both the seen and the unseen, and for each to inform one another as mirages and illusions are dissolved in… Instpect your Expectations.
This 10th House Astro feature leans me into being direct in comms and even stealthy physically (martial arts), an ability to be quieter than quiet = Silence immersed in meditation. All of that also composes a glass top lake teaming with life underneath, though a glass top lake ability of whol-body listening… to receive these ablution tingles that cascade in the body when we full y listen and experience another. Even in simply saying, Thank you, or, You’re welcome in the Eric and reciprocal spiral of how we give and receive.
11th House Sun in Sag = YAH! Born Ready!
Moon in 12th House Capricorn
vision, genius, poetry, madness, inspiring light from unseen sources
Moon in 12th House Cap — certainly no cork there, and the Moon won’t get swallowed by the infinite abyss of the dark and chthonic depths of the 12th House that ever-enlightens us to the power of the Dark, and the light that lives deep in the dark. Like in the Yin-Yang… going so far into the dark as to find light, and then diving further in there, worm-holing back into the light… to go so far into the light we again discover the darkened, wormhole-hyperspace back, and continually discover more. Each refreshes the other. The light and dark both live within each other as the other’s nucleus, their nuclear reactor deep well of energies in constant re-invigoration. DOes this create, like The Sun, your personal gravity?
who you were when you were born, Self, return, identity, bright success in context
Moon in 12th House Capricorn Conjunct My Ascendant (ASC)
Moon in 12th House Cap conjunct my ASC — there’s that imagination, intuition, reflecting like the Moon low in the sky over the ocean Casting a wonderful self-portrait of itself across the ocean, playfully, like watercolor. There enters my watercolor painting, and my oils were somewhat Moon in 12th House.
1st House
Mars. 1st House almost conjunct the ASC though a little out of orb just under the dawn horizon of the ASC in the Night Sky (lower 6 Houses) of the Natal Chart, that’s where Mars lives in my Chart.
2nd House
Chiron Rx and Saturn Rx~both in the 2nd House, though Chiron in Pisces and Saturn in Aries. The Rx feature (Retrograde) indicates they were parked there, very comfortably, Like Marco Polo parking a ship in harbor to unload the hull of the treasure from the journey. And, with Chiron being Saturn’s son (Chronos/Kronos) AND the asteroid Moira being conjunct within minutes to Saturn (making them one, complete being) there’s an intersting fascination with chronological timing that is most often driven mostly by my internal sense of timing, when I decide to rather than someone else dictating that. Moira’s domain is the internal sense of time and timing which contrasts to Saturn’s (Chronos’) chronological time. Moira is Saturn’s wife, Saturn, Moira’s husband. Chiron the son near. I’ve always found this a wonderful place in my Chart to till for resonances and persepctive.
3rd House
North Node 3rd House
4th, 5th, and 6th Houses nice and peaceful. Nobody there. Kind of like the Temple in my Chart for me. A place of Astro Pilgrammage I often visit for uninterrupted perspective to refresh and replenish. I consider the 4th, 5th, and 6th Houses to be my Astro Scenic Overlook.
7th House
7th House Jupiter — Playful and sometimes a bit more on the play with luck rather than planning side. That’s both a positive trait and a failing.
8th House
8th House Virgo OH BOY HERE COME my favorite troublemakers — 8th House Pluto~Pallas Athena~Uranus all conjunct in Virgo. I’m very comfortably methodical about embracing change and transformations and shake-ups when they arrive, just another storm in the garden so to speak. And, when I say methodical, in this context with these 3 beautiful troublemakers =, methodical means NO steps to accept the transformation except instant immersion. Dive right in or let it flood in, in an is what it is way. And, these feel to be the characters that also nourish my boundaries… very Both/And rather than dualistic, both sides of the coin in the same moment, abilities to venture over the horizon so to speak.
9th House
9th house Venus conjunct Juno to the minute in Libra and not conjunct to but neighbors with Ceres back in 8th House Virgo — The Neighborhood of the 3 Sacred Sisters I call them here. Nourishes my love of spirituality and washing up on my shore after storms have broken so to speak. Storms as ablution rather than torrential or terrifying, even when they are disastrous. SO much Nature intensity, and I just even feel MORE natural then. = ability to listen under stress and pressure and conflict without being defensive to full-body listening experience the expanse of what’s bRing conveyed.
10th House, See Above. As Above, So Below
Brings me back to the 10th.
So, There’s my Sign As I Feel It
So, there’s my “Sign.” When I just say Sag… people furrow their eyebrows like What??!! Where’s the wanderlust? Oh, I don’t have wanderlust. I wanderlove of serendipity peppered with little wanderlust side trips for serendipity and finding cool new places. I go places all the time, even simply sitting in my chair. It’s where my writing comes from. Pour the feeling through the fingertips. Which author said it? Oh yeah, Hemingway. “Writing’s not difficult. All you have to do is sit at your typewriter and bleed.” Hey OVER THERE. Yeah You Sacred Sisters. Will you please turn off the faucet for a sec. As they giggle and sneak a finger out to point to Pluto~Pallas~Uranus who then “US? Nah. Well, ok, we did do that. Just wanted to wash the rest of the molt off”
I mantra my chart with something I wrote about in regards to rites of passage years back, and plaved in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.That expression is,The snake its skin shedded, the snakes its skin not missed… for … look at all the bright new colors.
My Natal Chart with Transits
SO many Rx (Retrogrades) currently. This may pose a difficult time for many, especially if you are not used to finding workability in intense situations and experiences. The Reason? RX, Retrogrades Magnetically drag if smaller, causing the need to downshift and re-sync. And, the larger planets? When they go Rx, they basically park. They are not stationary, though they might as well be like Marco Polo parking a full hulled ship in harbor after filling it with intensely vibrant experiences and treasure discoveries from his journey.
Take care not to be overwhelmed by the quality of everything all at once of multiple planetary bodies docking in harbor. Remember, this time will pass. And, what wonderful Nessies will you have allowed to inform your intuition to fuels your next iteration of journey?
A ship in Harbor is safe, though that’s not What ships are for.
~ John A. Shedd
Have Fun
Have fun if you like, playing With my Chart in context with all the Rx qualities from recently/ The recently of RIGHT NOW! Yes, it’s not easy. I’ve had some slowings. Some try to present as depression, though I call that low energy with great inertia. Means, time to downshift and gear in to newness in change wise in time. Though as well, dialing in to downshift into these densities and slowings and heavy weights… I decided to be the Customs Officer. Some things were off-loaded directly into the ocean At port as they arrived. I can’t be expected to do everything. 🙂 I did, though note them in my journal for upcoming explorations. And, off-loading them at port… I have some snorkel field trips when I have the fortitude and mental and emotional real estate to drop in and re-discover them as if experiencing them for the first time… when I do.
Have fun playing with my Chart in context. I’m open to teaching. I’m open to learning from your Astro perspective. Let the reciprocal comms begin.
What’s Your Read of My Chart?*
*no intent is made to achieve a free reading as I as well don’t read for free. This Sunday Service is simply a gesture to provide a sketch problem with something I have an inherently developed sense of, and can speak to. Fire away! I look forward to your reads!
This comes on the heels of my 2nd Major Accolade-Award being featured in Jessica Hundley’s The Library of Esoterica. 2 cards featured. XVII The Star and the 6 of Wands. Big gratefulness for this lineage legacy of my work!
LIbrary of Esoterica by Jessica Hundley. Taschen Books, 2020
Trace the hidden history of Tarot in the first volume from TASCHEN’sLibrary 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
cosmic grooves, eternal hope, inspiration
LIbrary of Esoterica by Jessica Hundley. Taschen Books, 2020
victory, glory, overcoming obstacles so new energies cascade in
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I began the original Mystereum Tarot (self-published) in May of 2005, setting a 3-year deadline for myself for the deck and LWB. No TV, no Tarot, no reading about Tarot, no looking at other peoples’ Tarot, no talking about Tarot . . . no Tarot at all, a brainwashing. It was time to divine the cards from re-scratch as I feelingsense resonated with them.
Putting a standing 2p-5p meeting in my work schedule Mon thru Friday, at first it was only meeting the requirement of my “butt in the chair” method. I completed The Fool through the Emperor that summer, and nothing in the Fall, every day butt-in-the-chair. . .thinking about the cards like a theosophic vision or awakedream, feeling into multiple cards, single cards . . . a flurry in Nov/Dec and I was up to 16 completed . . . and back to butt-in-the-chair. I would rebel yet maintain the discipline of the ritual by standing up holding the chair to my rump and old-man-walk out and sit down in the garden . . . was funny after a month or two I would get back up with the chair and old-man-walk to the kitchen, sit down, and open a bottle of wine or make coffee/tea and grab my smokes . . . and old-man hoof it back to the garden one-handing the chair to my rump . . .
Then, in January of 2007, yes almost 2 years in something happened. Denver. January. 2007. And, 36 inches of snow in 6 hours plus-minus. I had scoffed at the weather report the afternoon of the blizzard thinking, “Yeah you gambler’s anonymous overflow people . . .er. . .uh hem . . .I mean meteorologists. Whatev.” And, I didn’t go to the grocery store that afternoon. The next morning? Took me 6 hours for an 8-block “walk” round trip to the store. I left once the sun was out planning to get “off the mountain” so to speak by 2p before the storms came in. At 2:30p I was back, and with the clouds began to get dark. Sat in my chair, one set of devil’s fingers on the desk in front of the screen with a, “Ok now. What do I want to do with this. I want to speak the cards. I want the cards THEMSELVES to speak. I want to be a playwright of 80 voices.” That was 78 + card back + book cover.
I would be stuck in my house for 2 weeks. No mail. No visitors other than neighbors in our daily shoveling-out rituals chippin away to the main street. Car completely covered in a snow drift, and the alley to my drive just as deep. I thought the 2nd night, “Well if there ever is a time to make this deadline, it is now!” I started cranking.
BAM BAM BAM . . . lightning that night while it was snowing? That felt dangerous, somehow weird and anomalous. And, somehow fitting. And, then came the fetch wood carry water training discipline of butt-in-the-chair being over. Same time, same bat channel, but I started and finished 60 cards in the 3 months of that Spring of 2007, and held out Temperance from May to the Summer Solstice to complete as the last card . . .
Solstice. Sit back down in the chair after a couple of months off not looking at ANY of what I had done at all. One day. Card complete, and jumping out of my chair pumping my fists in celebration YEE HAH I slowly came to a halt. Uh hem. Book cover? Card back? I smiled at my false summit of completion. Took myself to dinner, and came back and worked into the night to be fully done to awake the next morning to . . . . The Mystereum Tarot. I had written the chapters of the 48-page LWB as I went along to tune the feelingsense resonance of the text to the voice of each card.
Little did I know that Schiffer would approach me at RS09 (Readers Studio 2009) to launch into the next iteration . . .Tarot in the Land of Mystereum: An Imagination Primer. Deck + 192-page book set where the cards literally speak like they are in a personal play for you on the stage of your life.
I never mentioned writer’s block up there. A whole year went by at one point. I gave myself the credit to take the time . . . but on an occasion or 2, ok I’m lying… actually 4 times lol, I looked over and saw my frisbee. HOOKY! Sometimes, wanting to produce something on self-imposed deadlines . . . be truant to yourself as your own boss. . . just don’t tell on yourself. Sneak out of your own house. Sneak back in. An inability to have fun while you create can mean you are hungry, yourself indicating for you to do something else here and there, and/or a host of lotsa things. Rather than writer’s block, may I suggest to whaleshark comb the plankton of your creative urges? Things take time only if you give yourself the time. Heck, I lived my life on deadline for decades. Hooky can be an effective project management tool.
Schiffer approached me in 2009, May. On July 2 I started the Tarot bedtime stories contracted by Schiffer. Little did I know I was about to literally speak the cards and fulfill my original 2005 dream via a 192-page Imagination Primer book with tinkered-with, tuned and tailord Mystereum Tarot cards. The Imagination Primer book, beginning as bedtime stories took on a life of its own. This time I went in order, one by one. Coming up on The Devil, I was feeling a little squirrely. HurROOOO. I am the DEVILLLLL! No, not THAT one . . . and my eyes lit up. There it was. These are no bedtime stories. After 4 years I was speaking the cards. I trashed the 45 pages I had written thus far, completed The Devil, and started back with The Fool. Tracking back, one by one moving forward . . . I finished in 4 months. Put it all down for a month. And, came back in month 5 with 12 hard edits. Put it down for a week. Came back and combed, fine-tooth combed, tuning and tailoring and on-the-spot re-writing. December 4th, 2009, my birthday, I said out loud, “I want a BIG birthday present. This is going out the door on the 9th.” STUCK my butt in the chair. Ate. Slept. Drank. Lived the cards at the detail level. Shifting focus and redirecting scale on the fly to the scale of the universe. Back and forth antinomy-izing, integrating the inner opposites so as to make duality look rather bush-league.
December 9th, 2009, and it was off. Called my editor at Schiffer Publications to let her know to check her email 6 months early from my 1-year deadline. “OMG Jordan! I just read some of this! This has never been done before and evolves the bedtime stories to a new level! 30 minutes ago another author called to say they were a year behind deadline. Well . . . YOU get their spot! You will be in the Fall 2010 catalog!”
And there is the story of how The Mystereum Tarot iterate-evolved into Tarot in the Land of Mystereum with cards speaking in its 192-page Imagination Primer companion book. Hope you’ve enjoyed this prescient remembrance telling of it. Tells me to keep looking forward to new things. Tells me. . . I had one helluva Place of Creation story ride! And, here’s the one helluva creation story ride that the Ace of Swords had!
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?
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