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Sunday Tarot Services. Ace and Queen and Major

Sunday Services . . .

Short thoughts and visual arias on synchromeshed Tarot cards.

The Ace of Cups and The Queen of Pentacles and Judgment

May you perennially well up with clean emotion, and may brand new things always be waiting in your wings to enhance your natural self-leadership.

Notice the Queen of Pentacles’ throne unfurling as Judgment’s wing.

Or, does the Mystereum Judgment’s wing furl into The Queen of Pentacles’ throne as a nod to her perennial and naturalized personality?  Or, yes both?

Enjoy last week’s Sunday Tarot Service

with The Moon and Temperance

Best to your own alchemical team 

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!

Play with the Tarot Dog Tags of Birth Cards (Shiny copper, too)

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!

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Posted by on August 20, 2012 in Card Cameos, The Mystery

 

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Mystereum Tarot Moment

Mystereum Tarot Moment with the 5 of Pentacles

To start flushing out and up your enjoyment-ante for a rockin’ Valentine’s Day coming up for you . . . Best to enjoying your 1-minute Mystereum Tarot Moment with the 5 of Pentacles.

Blessings,

Jordan and The Land of Mystereum

 

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Posted by on January 21, 2012 in Card Curiosities, Movie Time

 

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Tarot Connecting

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-but​terfly’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?

Enjoy connecting the two dots!

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2011 in Card Curiosities

 

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Tarot Forming Archetype ~ Judgment

The Queen of Pentacles’ throne’s left flank,
in the right side of her card.

Form was given to the formlessness
of her grounded station airy ness
by The High Priestess.

Hands naturalized in out of body and earthenly rooted
at one and the same time as she permeated all,
She took the station airy ness,
to stationary ness of a Queen’s throne,
A Nessy unknown now known as throne.
As Queens’ settled regal wing-feathers
solidly folded themselves in purple and gold
to sit regally naturalized in her garden.

The High Priestess, looking all directions always,
looked over,
looked over to The Queen of Pentacles to feel all directions.

While looking to her right. . .
The High Priestess formed the formless Q of P’s thought:

*Splay regal purple and psychic gold wing-feathered throne!

Splay!*

*Regally splay-spread your wing-feathers to stretch through twilight*

*At dawn and dusk regally herald a resounding voice to say

WAKE UP!*

*WAKE UP throne!*

*WAKE UP PERENNIALLY!*

*WAKE UP!*

*You are now no longer throne!*

*You are now called Judgment!

*Open EACH IDEA as they burst forth unseen!*

*Open each from their bulb- box!*

*Tis the SEASON!*

*Phoenix-Resurrect your throne-bulbs Judgment!*

*Open your perennial regalNESS in your bulbs!*

*Look at ALL that green out there!*

*Open the perennial bulbs of your ideas to the SUN

each when in their season!*

~ The End

 

 

 

Card Resonances:
Land of Mystereum’s Queen of Pentacles throne left flank, right side
FORM-GIVEN BY
Land of Mystereum’s High Priestess giving form to the station airy ness
BECOMES
Land of Mystereum’s Judgment’s horn-voice heralding regal wing.

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Tarot Hidden Supports: 4 of Pentacles

A 1-minute Mystereum Tarot Moment

Enjoy a quick Jordan-thought for the 4 of Pentacles!

Cheers,

Jordan

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Posted by on June 30, 2011 in Movie Time

 

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Mirrors. Projections. Inspiration!

Picking . . . The Queen of Wands, 2 of Pentacles, & 10 of Wands to express one perspective of the point. . .

Mirrors. Projections. Inspiration!

Everything is n + 1. Each Is More, Each of Us Is More

The Queen of Wands mirrors herself

to envision her blind spots backwards

to naturally flip them

to see right through their mirage

to forget her seeing

remembering the clarity of her energetic vision.

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The 2 of Pentacles projects its shadow,

the shadow projecting the light,

the black spot on a yin-yang

more than beauty mark,

the white spot more than hope.

They are wormholes both

these dark dot white spot places

within fields of Other. . .

So far into one

as to become. . .

So far into the Other

to feel distinct Self. . .chthonic numinosity,

the depthful light of self.

Antinomy? Nope. Resolved AS life itself.

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The 10 of Wands cockatieling what was once weight

cockatieling what was once unwieldy

coackatieling beyond simply holding it all together,

cockatieling wand-feathers temples flexing

fanning them forward effortlessly in yoga-powered form.

Both night and day in inspiration

brought forth chthonically numinous . . . ?

Or, more resolved like a porch n sky by Maigritte?

Night-time depthful front porch lit under dark tree canopy

under bright day-blue eyes-wide-open sky?

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And. . .to sidestep copyright violation. . . maybe this painting says it all: “Empire of Lights” by Rene Magritte.

Or, this one. . . Another complete idea expressed by Magritte.  Or, maybe saying or expressing or anything all is not the point.

And, when a triptych is as well quaternal . . . n + 1.   3 + 1 = 4.

Triptych of paintings also as group, a 4th, the quaternity of group.

Triptych in number = Quaternity of the group

And, n + 1.

And, there’s always more . . .

Even less is more, more or less.

Till next time!

Jupiter’s Blessings,

Jordan

p.s. This “Stoicheion-Somata Tarot” article by Christine Payne-Towler plays well with/on Aristotle via the Pythagorean sandbox.

They aren’t really oil and water, though each relatively useless without the other? Ground and dancing figure?

“Non sequiturs often aren’t”  ~ Jordan Hoggard

(c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard

 
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Posted by on June 10, 2011 in Card Curiosities

 

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Connective Tissue & The 2 of Pentacles

2 of Pentacles

~ Natural balance at the smallest scale.                 ~ The most crucial connective tissue.
~ Basic, solid equality nourishing equanimity.
~ The responsibility of taking on only what you can handle while you size up the trailheads of choice paths.

Enter the 2 of Pentacles

we love the stable balance present in how you team up
with your ideas as important assets.
The Chariot comes to our home to rest and relax.
He acts much like we do.
He is simply larger and much faster.
We dig that we are in similar lines of life.
~ A FREE sample Imagination Tool from The Two of Pentacles:
We gift you a direct line of polarity from your feet to your imagination.
Let yourself feel your own two feet clearly.
Feel subtle things with your feet cascade through your imagination as you experience them.
Polarity. Unseen connections? Insta, non-local cascades!
Imagination Tools?  An Imagination Primer?
Get yours when you get your Tarot in the Land of Mystereum.  Enjoy Your Way!
Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan & The Land of Mystereum
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Posted by on June 5, 2011 in Card Curiosities

 

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The 5th Ace: Death & My Greatest Crux

I found at the crux of the greatest challenge of my life . . .
I haven’t spoken of this story in years, and I carried the equilateral, triangular piece of basalt that I found back at the top, that had personality, would stand up on one side, in my pocket daily for 5 years. . .
I was waiting for the rest of the group to come back down off of the summit, and slipped backwards off of a cornice rock ledge into the scree field on the backside of a 14′r (14,000 foot mountain) in October of 2000 years back on a hiking trip and slid standing perfectly upright about 100 feet down, no resistance, just gliding with feet under the sand, submerged feet-surfing mostly.  Then I breathed and that movement made for another 100 feet, and another 100 feet, and then down over the 1st pitch from the top out of the view of my climbing buddies as I yelled “DON’T FOLLOW ME, ONLY ONE OF US WILL DIE, AND I CAN’T TAKE CARE OF YOU HERE, GO NOTIFY. . .”  . . .and eventually almost 2,000 vertical feet later at a 45-50 degree pitch found solace on a boulder bigger than my car that moved when I touched it, sand sliding out from in front of it.  I flowingly climbed on to it thinking that if it went I’d feel no pain. . .and might as well go out on a sports car of a fast-accelerating boulder ya know?!   Then after an hour of wonderful end-game tears and no way out at 4p in the afternoon when you were supposed to be off the pile of rocks by 2p. . .the temp dropped from 65 to 25 as the sun dropped below the rim of the summit, and I was day-dressed, long shorts and one sweatshirt.  Then, after smiling that “well, if I’m gonna go, I’m going out in my style. . .kickin’-and screamin’ in a long-form cosmic YAWP!”  Turning to look back up the steep pitch towards the top I couldn’t see, “And, if I’m going to go, I am going THAT way!!” I recited a poem I had written in 1991 on the hood of my car by headlights moving to Denver in 1991 in the middle of a blizzard snowstorm:

A Prayer

There comes one,

whom we know like wind,

like rain upon the water.

And, as winter comes

and our memories freeze together,

together may we sleep and dream.

So, that come the springtime,

as we embrace with open eyes,

may we melt

back together

in each others’ arms.

Amen.
And, I slid-flowed off of the boulder as more sand made its way down to the 2+ second drop-off, thousand one thousand two, CLICK the rock I tossed over sounded. Can’t survive a 2+ second fall that I had by the grace of all higher powers defiantly stopped short of. . .and I knew search and rescue couldn’t help with a helicopter until morning ’cause the storms were coming in, and even then the turbulence from the blades would avalanche the dry and frozen sands I was standing on in the scree field and they consequently wouldn’t try. . .I began slowly churning my feet chanting a word at each step “discipline   of   the  ritual     discipline    of    the    ritual” as I aimed up toward the next larger-than-my-car boulders knowing two things. . .1 the sand would be subtly more stable for upward movement, and 2 that if they went, again I would feel no pain. . . for 6 hours straight veering towards and then off from one to the next as the sand mini-avalanche cascaded up towards them in that flow of undermining the hill on its way uphill to the boulder . . .until at 10pm in the pitch black of night I was back at some snow patches near that 1st top pitch.  Except I remembered from the daylight when I slowly slid past them that the snow patches had tons of pink in them as I passed them earlier.  Ghiardia?, Pseudomollus?.  Not so good to touch or ingest. Can be fatal, and I had enough of that entree on my plate already.
So, I churned sideways traversing around them, and at midnight I was back at the summit.  Dead tired, looked up at the stars. . . BEAUTIFUL.  EXQUISITE.  And, dragged my right hand through the scree field at my feet to get a sand band-aid to stop bleeding that came from??, and something felt to stay in my hand.  I lifted my hand flat-palm up as a sand tea ceremony into the light of the stars and the sand cascaded off to reveal a stone, a triangular piece of basalt.  It would be my memory of this trip, and now, ALL I had to do was downclimb a mountain I had been on for the first time that day, in the dark, with sharp-edged rocks that would end up slicing through the thick soles of my hiking boots by the time I got down to near the top trailhead, and a 500 foot drop-off somewhere off over to the left, somewhere, somewhere over to the left. . . somewhere, too dark to tell. . . just don’t go left, I muttered as my lips cracked. More sand, at least some relief to keep focused as much as I could.  Clamping the triangle talisman memory-rock in my hand. . .moving down and to the right, at least right-ish.
At 3 am I, dragging my left leg as my left knee was totally blown and banged up and bloody as was my right temple from a rock somewhere, who knows where, sand probably too foot-trafficked dirty here to use, and the water had been in someone else’s pack ’cause I carried it up the climb, I saw campfires. . .base camps.
 I tried to shout and nothin’ but more cracking lips, the aphasia of dehydration anesthetizing my voice. No voice, no sound.  I kept creature-from-the-black-lagoonin’ limp-dragging my leg, the thought of which had kept a subtle grin but not so big as to crack my lips more through the last half of the down-climb — my Norwegian defiance of a joke on my lips kinda thing.  A woman walking at the edge of their campfire light shouts from way over “HEY EVERYONE. . .LOOK!!!”  and , runs towards me.  Search and rescue and my buddies had spread the word around the campsites. . .”Jordan? Are you, Jordan?” she said with her hand on my shoulder. . .and when I heard my name, I looked at her and my legs disappeared, collapsed. Unconscious k.o. by mountain.  Woke at after 4am to paramedics laughing that “Man, his vitals are VITAL!, 120 over 80 the whole time, and he’s waking up.”  I looked to my buddies and chuckling, lips salved or something, weird taste, said “Who’s gonna punch me, 1st?!!!”   One of my good friends shook his head and said “I’ve never been SO pissed off in my life!” ???  “HOW were we gonna tell your parents that you were the only one who didn’t do shrooms, and DIED?  We didn’t offer ‘em to you ’cause you’re so damn vivid anyway we knew you’d laugh a no thanks.”  And, then put a gallon of water and a cold burger and fries in front of me they had gone into town to get for me waayyy earlier when they got to base camp.
I still love that story . . .NOW!  ;-)
BIG OLE :-)’s from here!  BIG OLE :-)’s  It was Mt. Democrat near Breckenridge, Colorado.  Guess I put in MY vote, huh.  ;-)

There comes one,

whom we know like wind,

like rain upon the water.

And, as winter comes

and our memories freeze together,

together may we sleep and dream.

So, that come the springtime,

as we embrace with open eyes,

may we melt

back together

in each others’ arms.

 

That was the best burger and fries I have ever had.  Thank You Mike Allison.

Jupiter’s Blessings,
Jordan
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