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Promontory

Don’t get too absorbed.

Saturate Ablution Instead.

Don’t get too absorbed in your emotions, stay self-aware and observe your emotions calmly.

In a nodding and silent yes, I breathe-feel out a prayer, … and, while you are observing, while you dwell in your promontory of Self quietitude, breathing deeply as your awareness amplifies, …may you meet and congregate fully with your emotions, you as their leader, … nodding… no reason to allow your emotions to dictate how you feel… no reasons for your emotions to speak for you… as the emotions’ jobs of messaging Your feelings cascades to a fullness of how you hold yourself in high regard… And you speak for yourself after being informed by your Wise Inner Counsel, you yourself become your promontory as you simply gaze out, Nature incarnate

IN and AS You yourself present.

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Soul-Seat Silverback Heartfelt Hierophant Seating Self

Stone By Stone A Pyramid of Self Is Built

Epochal Cairns for Paths Are Set

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UPDATE 061220:

I Dedicate this Blog Post to Dr. Martin Luther King, assassinated 52 years ago on April 5th, 1967.

May his memory and energy and work and wisdom be blessings and inspirations to enhance and reinforce and strengthen inroads within each of us to strengthen the fabric of our human community, together.

~ Amen, Awomenhotep. Anon-binary. ~

Milestone Cairn Time of Life

And, A Step Was Taken

When simply commenting on another’s blog…

(Formatting a bit unjuiced from copy and paste. And, Autocorrect often writes thing fo me that I didn’t Nintendo. No apologies for that. Proof-reading goes to far places to be clear, and then AutoCorrect can be a bully to fluidly writing. 🙂 )

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Krigsgaldr. Rather than war and violence, I felt the Powerful ritual and process over ages of shamanic dismemberment finding Self. Regardless of the words I embrace and resonate with to put to it, the visual story may very well come across to everyone in an ‘all similar, each unique’ way as much as we are All different, like everyone else. Powerful. An epic movie short.

Holly Troy

“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.

Holly Troy

“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.

the theme continues . . .

Jordan Hoggard

Yes, and not to be smug or condescending in any way, though what I most enjoy In this time about that, is that that rite of passage to the Self, the child becoming the parent of the Man, The Temple In (Wo)Man and Temple Of (Wo)Man occurred for me in 1991 during my architectural thesis in a psychospiritual set of experiences over 3 months brought forth by my thesis itself, a house for me — catalyzed by my whole life up to that point realizing things I had taken responsibility for, though shouldn’t have (parent’s divorce 15 years prior) — and will continue to occur in small and large ways throughout the rest of my life. This time, now, is gifting me a more unfettered sense of clarity in action. Rather than kneeling at the Altar of Self, I am more reverently seeing the world, and ironically enough, notice I don’t cuss so much now.

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Add, Truthfully, I kinda miss the cussing. It’s amazing the molecular things we adapt to that can cause change across the board. The cussing was actually a barb or poison of sorts. It wasn’t seen that way then, though now, there’s a diff tenor to the poetry of it. Adaptation, part of change, part of process, part of slow-form evolution.

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New comment, as in a sense it belays my last…
Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about the people I’ve interacted with here since I came out of a 5+-year radio silence… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.

Yes, rite of passage in 1991, very powerfully. And, yes many many crushing and spendorous things between then and now. Though, 5 years ago, out of necessity, I took a J.O.B. As Director of Purchasing & Coordination for a company 5 years ago — the people are great, and it’s a solid 2-way street. I won;t mention the company name, as… ya know… work-life balance. This is my work, and that is also my work. Though, this is in support of what I need in life. And, I started 3+ years of bi-weekly Brainspotting Therapy/Counseling. Someone recently expressed to me, “DAYum. Hard core.” I tend to go all in like that. It’s simply my Nature which I find wonderfully cool and resonant.

2 weeks before the shutdown, I was startled awake be a feeling of celebration. Still very liminal, still very ??? Dafuq???, though it was there. Being awakened to the resonance with a high honor given to me several years before — my deck listed 39 out of 50 Top Most Essential Decks (Of all time) by The Tarosophy Tarot Association. Like to took me that long to own it and just say, “Thank you.” Which, of course I had before, though felt a consummate “Thank you” to myself in that liminal moment.

I sat there in the dark. Steeped in it without words or figuring out what this meant. I only had the feeling of, “don’t pollute this with words. There’s more here than you know.”

And, it came. A creative Ex. Not that I broke up with it, just that in 2012 it was complete, and now suddenly as it came rushing forth to greet me, only semi-complete, it had evolved from its chrysalis to unfurl its wings. 8 years of unconscious gestation? Yup, at least to me. It had been active, though, providing its own formative years to itself. It was the 78 Divination Spreads inspired by my art, though now… Now, it came with the same name alluded to in my Tarot deck and book. ImaginAction.

So, two weeks before the 3/19 – 3/20 shutdown, I turned back to wade into this intense pool of my own creation. And yes, with a bit of trepidation in, “Am I creatively strong enough to not get consumed?, and Fantasia style wand it and conduct it into… hmmm, what am I conducting?, and into what?”

The 11-page Creation story spilled out of me as if I was taking dictation, was a story I’d reverently kept to myself, never spoken of before. The 10-page easy-to-use How-To method just tracked 1 by 1 by 1 start to finish to… enter into several hundred hours of file prep to set up to assemble the pdf for consistency start to finish. I had woken up to start to finish a project not even on my radar until then. Isn’t the not-knowing and going with its serendipity grand?!! And, Voila! There it was. ImaginAction.

Thing is. ImaginAction may be the biggest, most wonderfully robust thing I’ve ever created, though that’s not where I am going here in this comment.

Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about birthing ImaginAction, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about interacting with people who currently inspire me beyond my historical friends (My Friend Fred for example) and something about a shift that just occurred now, and was seemingly always occurring throughout the past milestone cairn that was building itself over the last 8 weeks… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.

That perspective. I haven’t had fear and anxiety about this pandemic. At all. In fact, I;ve come into joy and excitement, and not the Freudian minor hysteria type. I even felt a bit ashamed and tentative at one point that I shouldn’t express what I felt as it might seem to demean the vast and real feelings of fear and grief others were legitimately and strugglingly going through. Though, that wasn’t what I was going through, and I came to terms with the experiential fact that these things aren’t relative. Each of us grieves differently, and each of us grieves differently each time. And, I should in no way apologize for feeling that something clicked, and I resoundingly opened to my way. LOL. I came out so to speak in regards to the gravity of my ideas, even if for none other than myself, to love my work again.

That perspective is that. It is what it is. Sometime around two weeks before this all this shit hit the fan across the human community, I woke up and nestled in to seat in myself and my work again. And, more naturally This time. And, dare I say, though feel it to be so… I may have just seated another natural notch into the Heartfelt Hierophant of my Soul Seat. That sure goes to 11.

Thank you for being part of that. You and Paul and other wonderful people I have interacted with have provided a perspective from you continuing your work through these times, and adapting. That’s part and party to my nestling in to… not a 6-speed turbo convertible This time, or my current car, which LOL needs brakes… nestling in to seat in myself, soulfully, and actively through my creative works.

Thank you Holly & Paul. Thank you for being part of stacking the stones of this milestone cairn time. And, thank you to you other 6 who plussed my sense of the world being wonderful, especially if you didn’t know you were.

6 Epic Spiral of Giving and Receiving + 1 Shout-outs to… in no order

I place no “What they do” here. I wouldn’t want to pigeon-hole your serendipity. Check them out. Poke around, and look at the breadth they offer. Heck, potatoe chips? More substantial than that, though still can’t have just one. I suggest to explore them. Enjoy the serendipity of what you find…

Holly & Paul            Bonnie Cehovet (Sho-Vay)           Karen Sealey

Christina Schmidt            Jane Lurie           Joliesattic           Cristian Mihai

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Afloat in clarity is a Hanged Man phrase.

I’ll go with that.

Well, +

Thank you All!,

and to everyone who has followed to come here.

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TarotBlogHop ~ Yule ~ The Black Crucible of the Magician

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Welcome to the Yule TarotBlogHop

… where we have this great group of TarotBlogHoppers working with, playing, interpreting, and / or dancing the the topic of Tarot in their own, unique ways coupled with the theme, “TURNING DARKNESS INTO LIGHT”.  Enjoy the experience of the Tarot Yule gifts one and all that you receive on this TarotBlogHop. They are Yule gifts one and all!

Welcome now

as the chaff of the warm-up sloughs off from the wheat of the intro in the BlogHop wind… and, like in theatre, the warm-up is no longer part of the Yule performance… Welcome to my iteration-gift of the TarotBlogHop Yule theme:

~ “TURNING DARKNESS INTO LIGHT” ~ 

The Black Crucible of the Magician

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The Black Crucible of The Magician!  WHAT?!  What is THAT?  What is the Black Crucible of The Magician? Well…

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Close your eyes. Visualize the big bowl of your night sky as a huge, black crucible you look up into. Visualize your huge night sky with stars as an immense forming-vessel, as a …Black Crucible gifted by The Magician and his first-sparks of ideas.  Then, visualize your own shooting star to strike across and square your circle of this big, black bowl of your night sky.  Remember this shooting star as a 1st spark of inspiration. Allow this 1st spark of inspiration to brighten you as it disappears into the darkness.  

Remember the 1st-spark shooting star.  Visualize that shooting star AS the 1st spark of ALL ideas.  Remember the shooting star cascading across your night sky. As you remember that shooting star, slow its instantaneous coming and going down. Slow that shooting star down as you watch it slowly cross your night sky like Inner State Highways TV.  Watch it and smile.  Watch it and imagine. Now… imagine it starting across the  sky, the Black Crucible again.  Bring your shooting star to mind and focus on it.  Like candle gazing, bring your shooting star to mind and see it up close.  Get wonderfully lost in its infinity of tinyness and distance as you cascade yourself to it up close.  

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Now, with it slowed down so you fully experience it, engage yourself to flex your temples smiling into it again… this time flexing your temples to imagine it in up close like a candle flame. As you begin to imagine it again, slow down your big bowl of night sky that is around it.  Watch the whole scene as the shooting star appears and slowly, slowly moves across your big bowl of night sky.  Slowly. Slowly.  Slowly.  And, it is gone again. Bring it back to mind again up close like a candle’s flame. Go through its magical cycle of life, its magical cycle as it dives into you through your imagination.  Experience the full cascade of energies of a shooting star seen up close frame by frame.  Run slowly through the star’s cascade across your sky again as you count to 9 across its path.  

Settle your shooting star into your imagination in its own orbit. Recall it when you need a shot of inspiration. Remember the shooting star each time as it plays slowly in long-form each time you have an idea.  Remember this slow-form of your idea to gear into ITS mode of cycles before you jump in and write it down. Feel its presence on its terms. Feel its presence on your terms.  Adjust to the pace and rhythm of each idea you have this way.  Slowly gear into each idea as that shooting star across your sky and up close. Shift focus and redirect scale as you feel to or simply do… as you steer yourself to jot down the remembrance of its own particular ways, of its own particular ways enhancing your own, particular ways. What are its identifying qualities? Does it have a name to remember it by?

Now, identify and think of something you struggle with or a challenge you enjoy AS this shooting star. No need to stay Tarot related now at this point in the meditation. You have almost gone all night in these brief moments. Visualize the morning twilight. Visualize the Psych Synapse invisi-bridge of night to day in the twilight dawn. Raise your hands up stretching like the sun stretches across the twilight horizon to birth the day. Take 4 deep breaths. 1   2   3   4. And, in your 5th breath, your chaos-central air-traffic control breath, feel all of these things come together in seamlessly synchromeshed orbits. Think about opening your eyes. Simply think about opening your eyes as the sun thinks about the day right before it comes over the event horizon of the twilight dawn.  Now slowly. Slowly. Slowly open your eyes as you inhale through your nose. As you are open your eyes, jot down an idea that comes to you right now, any idea.  

Ask yourself: “How can I actively utilize this idea to really begin to express the particular core of this idea? How is this idea  a primary connective tissue throughout all of my actions and influence. What is ts essence? What one noun comes to mind?  Write that noun down.

Now, write it down again with the word “to” in front of it to make an infinitive, a baby policy, an expression of the form-giving dna of one of your priorities. If your word was “dream,” then wrote down “to dream.” If your word was clarity, write down “to clarity.” Make your noun into a verb as you awaken inhaling through your nose flexing your temples to the new light in the day of this meditation.

Now, there’s good news and there’s bad news. The good news is that you have an idea.  The bad news is now you’ve gotta actively breathe life into it and build foundations under its dream.

Take a few moments to say nothing. Simply look around your space right at your fingertips and a little further and as far as you can see.  Write down the three close, near, and far away things that catch your eye first.  Allow these three things to tell you of an action you can take to bring your idea to life.

Smile. Breathe. Flex your temples. You are through the dark night. Now, work your idea through the day.

Cheers to your successes always. All the Best to You. You are your own Royal Court. May the Black Crucible of the Magician always show you how best to get the rubber to meet the road with your ideas from start to finish.  Start to finish. Always complete, never finished… Now, start… to finish. Start to Finish.

Even in a card with no people, there’s still always one…You, looking in through the portal. ~ Jordan Hoggard

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TarotBlogHop ~ Lammas ~ Tender’s Wisdom

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The previous stop on this Lammas BlogHop adventure is Stella T’arot’s US Games’ blog

The next stop on this Lammas BlogHop adventure is Joanna Ash’s bright SunGoddess Tarot blog.

Welcome to the Lammas TarotBlogHop

… where we have this great group of TarotBlogHoppers working, playing, interpreting, and / or dancing the the topic of Tarot coupled with the question, “What can I share from my table to enrich my community?”

First Off, One Expression of Lammas is…

The remembrance of place in the protection of the barn as a symbol of abundant storage with a sacred loaf baked with care and attention from the first harvest, and broken into four with each quarter gifted to each of the barn’s four corners. I tend to play with shapes, so I might need to do that, though sneak-bake another loaf or two to sacredly quarter and gift to the additional corners… Please don’t think Zodiac Barn.  ;-)…. errr, and so I don’t allegedly modernize your Lammas rituals or skew the good history of Lammas… well, not right off the bat at least…

Here’s a Bit Of General Lammas info for You from Wikipedia: (that I will so graciously edit in blue in parentheses in context as making bread is a process and needs to be minded.  And, though I feel the patient awareness of kneading the dough is wonderful now, it also gives me a chuckle to think back to my Dad’s “breadmaking” when I was young and bring it into now… as I tend to edit the cookbook of life so to speak with how I work though the DAYum discipline of the ritual is fortunately ALWAYS there… where the warm-up is absolutely necessary and as well not part of the baked golden performance of bread when the curtain of the oven opens.  [paragraph] Heck, in my book nothing is sacred that you can’t laugh with.  There may be Silence in ritual, though ritual is no shhhhh of a library in my house… uh hem… delegating the kneading of the 1st batch of bread to the kiddo. SOMEbody other than me was certainly laughing.  Back then the task was SO lost on me… though I certainly had no idle hands. Thankful for that now, the kneading, the incessant kneading which seemed to outlast Sisyphus though somehow served to burn out incessant needing.  All alone in the kitchen kneading that first batch my mind would wander while remaining in an intensely focused kneading autopilot.  Not too fast.  Not too slow.  And, we always kneaded together on the second and third batches. On Holidays my Dad made about 25 loaves.  Rockin’ Moroccan Anise Bread!  Hearty and tasty stuff!  I guess the real selflessness was that ANY of it actually left the house.  Though, he would drive around with 8 or so loaves each afternoon making rounds over several days with each fresh batch. He would make rounds and socialize gifting fresh, rockin’ Moroccan Anise bread.  It’s like the bread went to the four corners of the city… and also to a farm or two beyond the city limits.)

“In some English-speaking countries in the Northern Hemisphere, August 1 is Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, “loaf-mass”), the festival of the wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church (I’ll substitute “sacred place of gathering”) a loaf made from the new crop, (remove comma and keep kneading) which began to be harvested at Lammastide. The loaf was blessed, and in Anglo-Saxon England it might be employed afterwards to work magic. (Uhh, awkward transition that at first begs for a new paragraph and then… “Keep kneading kid, it’s good for you. Oh, and think about magic and discipline while you are kneading the dough, and how you can best switch gears and extend your thought with paragraphs to enhance their flow.  But, mostly only think about kneading the dough. If you stop, it won’t rise right.  We’ll be back shortly and we’ll check your progress. Gotta go out and get some more yeast. You washed your hands, right?”  Hmmm, I always wondered why they didn’t fully prepare with enough ingredients beforehand?  I smile now at their date-afternoon yeast errands.) A book of Anglo-Saxon charms directed that the lammas bread be broken into four bits, (remove comma… dang my hands are getting tired. WHEN are they going to be back??!)) which were to be placed at the four corners of the barn, (comma, kneading kneading. What do I do when my nose itches?) to protect the garnered grain. (uhhh, left field grinding gears.  Use the clutch next time.  Don’t knead too fast.) In many parts of England, (no comma after prepositional phrase required. I hope they get back soon as I’ll develop Superman grip if I do this much longer. OH, STRONG HANDS!!!, I am making BREAD OF THE GODS!… uh hem… they’re not back yet.  Focus.  Knead.  Keep kneading) tenants were bound to present freshly harvested wheat to their landlords on or before the first day of August. In the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, where it is referred to regularly, it is called “the feast of first fruits”. The blessing of first fruits was performed annually in both the Eastern and Western Churches on the first or the sixth of August.”

Welcome now as the chaff of the warm-up and kneading comes off from the wheat of the process in the wind.

Welcome now as the Lammas kneading warm-up leaves, leaves toward loaves, where the warm-up is not part of the performance, and where warm and fresh is just amazing.

Welcome.

Let’s break some sacred bread together for the corners,

each friend themself a corner.

Welcome

to my iteration of the TarotBlogHop Lammas theme:

Our theme is: ~ “What can I share from my table to enrich my community?” ~ 

established, down-to-earth spirit, wisdom, new spirit, activation

established, down-to-earth spirit, wisdom, new spirit, activation

 

I Offer from My Table

I offer a poem from The Hierophant in Tarot in the Land of Mystereum (Schiffer, 2010) as the eye of a storm and center of the 5’s to express the natural and developed tool on my table that is my anti-hysterical bias, the beautiful curse born of grace under pressure kneaded and risen and baked into my soul from way too many deadlines over decades.  Heck, a bomb might go off and amidst the chaos, and I’ll most probably respond with, “DANG! I forgot my lunch today.”, and then calmly and directly address air traffic control from the eye of the storm as I pilot amidst the chaos to another completion… pilot knowing that the center doesn’t actually always occur in the middle.

I Offer from my table a poem I wrote this year for Lammas

As I thought about the Hierophant as a Silverback, I composed a poem for Lammas as my enriching gift to you and yours from my table to spread as you will.  May this bread gifted below be baked golden and quartered and gifted to your friends to protect the four barn corners of your life.  As I think of the Silverback as The Hierophant, I wonder, I knead the idea.  And, as I wonder… wondering, kneading… I wonder wondering if the tender topics in life are the most natural like dough. I wonder wondering if the tender topics are best kept tender where they feel to touch Nature itself in their naturally tender way where their adversity never builds their character… where their adversity reveals it… And, tender topics may simply knead their lives as a beautifully personal oven continually revealing their character.

A gift of a poem for you for Lammas.  

Here is the sustenance of “Tender’s Wisdom”, a poem from my table gifted to you to quarter and protect your corners.  The Silverback Hierophant’s got your back, so DIG IN AND ENJOY with you and yours!  … I have errands to go do, rounds to make.

Tender’s Wisdom

Wisdom expressed is best
with its soft curls and wisps
never cut too short or made to be brittle
by giving in to the reactionary arachnid
of conversation and reaction that bleeds things empty.
Naturally expressed wisdom,
talents honed and developed into secure abilities,
embraces wisdom in life itself wise in time in the moment
as it dispenses with futile searches for Truth.
Naturally expressed wisdom
embraces one’s own fluid fluency
fully becoming aware that Truth is not to be trusted to philosophers,
fully becoming aware that we are all similar and each unique,
and that the full Songs of Experience of Life and Love are Truth,
as Truth is born of a full life mixed up and kneaded over years
to rise up to continually be baked golden.
There feels to be a fluid fluency in the Truth of tender things,
a fluid fluency as much as coral zips back into its shell for protection,
at the same time as much the integrated armor
of a cute, ole, 600-pound tiger napping on its back
strong enough to be able to be gentle.
The Hierophant on a bad day may be the stubborn, unbending traditionalist,
though The Hierophant as Silverback has a welcoming, down-to-earth spirit
having brought spirit down to the earth long ago,
has a natural tenderness present
coupled with the strength of unflinching wits to support you.
The Hierophant,
continually baked golden and repeatedly kneaded and risen by decades under fire,
is present in those you know who live in continually evolving awareness
of their own Truth as they compassionately protect all four corners.
The Hierophant,
is present in those you know to be unflinchingly tender
while strong enough to be gentle without bluster.
The Hierophant,
continually baked golden by decades under fire,
bearing the naturally integrated armor of coral as his wits,
is strong enough to be gentle,
strong enough to be gentle.

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The previous stop on this Lammas BlogHop adventure is Stella T’arot’s US Games’ blog

The next stop on this Lammas BlogHop adventure is Joanna Ash’s bright SunGoddess Tarot blog.

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“Adversity does not build character.  It reveals it.” ~ James Lane Allen

“Even in a card with no people, there’s still always one…You look in through the portal.” ~ Jordan Hoggard

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