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A New Idea Comets Through My Imagination

Is

Is Karma simply Spirituality’s version of Religion’s Dogma of guilt and Shaming? Both hierarchy-reinforcing and manipulative crowd control?

Tree of Life Structure Doodle Detail (c) Jordan Hoggard

Rather

Rather than leaving things to The Fates, or concern of karma or shame or guilt what about… reasons are unreasonable and Dharma? Why explain yourself? Why petition? When Sovereign, isn’t the only Principal in the Principal’s Office you? For me the only Principal in the Principal’s Office is me, and I don’t keep office hours with that position.

*Tiger Woman* Pen & Ink (c) 1991 Jordan Hoggard

Can Ego be Good if it Keeps Your Center Looking Good and Healthy?

Is Karma simply Spirituality’s version of Religion’s Dogma of guilt and Shaming? Aren’t they both just crowd control to reinforce hierarchy and manipulatively facilitate people to induce crowd control via being afraid or worrying And take care of perpetuating it on their own. Both worry and being afraid are forms of anxiety rather than being the excellent radar of fear informed by the wonderful vanity of the ego that says, Well, you look better with a head than without, so fear blips the radar to say, DUCK!

Is Anxiety a Creativity Silencing Narcotic?

Does anxiety numb and silence creativity and self-knowledge into sluggish and ingrained conformity rather than to explore and experience things like The Silence of Light By Louis I. Kahn, or Chthonic Numinosity AS Self by Jordan Hoggard to supplant boring and desiccated Hierophants who are stubborn and unbending traditionalists. Basically, The Hierophant on a bad day, rather than you finding YOUR OWN inner Hearfelt Silverback Gorilla Hierophant? Toot my own horn? Sure, somebody’s gotta start the band.

Isn’t

Isn’t sluggish and ingrained conformity a mud from which even a Lotus won’t grow? That’s stifling. No Soul Gardener’s gonna amend the soil with that shit. Too hot. Burns the roots. Even cow manure needs to compost and rot before it’s safe for the plants in your garden. I think that conformity shit might have a half-life in regards to composting. Yeah, it’ll be ready… never. How does never work for you? Oh yeah, sign me up for some of that shit.

Notice all the little people up and down HieroDood… wisdom, new spirit, activation, down-to-earth spirit

This

This post is a comet of an idea that just passed through the orbits of my Idea Solar System otherwise known as imagination. Go figure with NEOWISE in the sky.

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum 10 of Wands (c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard

What’s

*The Dive* and *Ichthusa* and *Chthonic Numinosity: Sel*f oil paintings (c) 1991-1992 Jordan Hoggard

It’s always a crank idea, until of course it catches on.
~ Mark Twain

What’s Your Take on the Above?

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Posted by Jordan Hoggard on July 15, 2020 in The Deceptive Simplicity Series

Tags: 10 of Wands, anxiety, art, Chthonic Numinosity: Self, comet, creativity, fear, Hierophant, Ichthusa, imaginaction, imagination, jordan hoggard, Mark Twain, Mystereum Tarot, NEOWISE, oil painting, originality, psychology, self, The Dive, The Temple In Man, Tiger Woman, tree of life, unconscious, V The Hierophant

Soul-Seat Silverback Heartfelt Hierophant Seating Self

11 May

Stone By Stone A Pyramid of Self Is Built

Epochal Cairns for Paths Are Set

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. 🙂 )

Jordan Hoggard

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.

Jordan Hoggard

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.

Jordan Hoggard

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

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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I look forward to what ImaginAction feels like from YOUR perspective.

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Posted by Jordan Hoggard on May 11, 2020 in Card Curiosities, Incarnations, Tarot Birth Cards, The Mystery

Tags: "Hanged Man", birth, cairn, cairns, chrysalis, enlightenment, evolution, Hierophant, imaginaction, individuation, Nietzche, path, perspective, process, psychology, pyramid, self, silverback, Soul Seat, Tarot, The Temple In Man, the temple of man

The Wisdom of the Heartfelt Hierophant

04 Apr

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 Man, p. 19

Shakin’Your Inner Booty scribes a new world, new life, place-making, enthusiasm

Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places… focus so intense that it dilates time to open