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Christmas Present Prescient Presence

Welcome TarotBlogHoppers from Aislin’s blog! 

Welcome to this Tarothoppin’ segment along your TarotBlogHop dance of “Christmas Present.”

Christmas Present Prescient Presence & Garlic

[[[ Devil ~ Lovers ~ Ugolin ~ Judgment ~ Priestess ]]]

La lepidus illecebra

A charming, witty, pleasant, and elegant enticement?

. . . such as a present opened from the mouth of a vampire?

 

There forever

they shall reside

under a small lake,

immeasurably deep,

lying high up in the mountains,

where is brewed the thunder,

and in fair weather the dragon sleeps.

 

Ours is not a lot to be feared.

The dragon is a necessary beast.

 

Whipcrack!

The older arrow flies broken,

til the hand’s firedance overrolls the lips

to lift the line.

 

Lifting the line

to further unwrap this cadeau,

the prescient presence of this present,

now, in the present . . .

There is Brahmana, your Priestess.

There is Brahmana, My Love

as she writhes as an empowering apocalypse,

as snow leopard sent as epiphany

to sleeping warrior.

 

You have your narcissists, though predatorial bliss is diff to a vampire,

is simply a pure life lived in each moment

forever resonant with ITS own way . . .

is sniffing the acrolid bodyair of this present writhing moment

opening another present across twilight,

through and into and across dusk re-awakening . . .

Predatorial bliss is knowing this small hourglass

knowing her own stopping power,

as She knows my dreaming life

better than I know my own eternity.

 

You see . . . I opened a moment centuries ago.

I’ll call the wrapping paper of this present in the present

a prescient cadeau of The Vampire’s Offspring . . . where . . .

 

The Vampire’s Offspring

juvenilis puerilis vanitas ostentatio jactatio

Feel your safety on your holy ground.

Suckle

on the myth of your goodness

in those places you hold sacred,

while I suckle

on the rest of humanity.

We do not follow you to those places

as we cannot

do those things which are conquerable,

and simply cannot bear those places where you sing.

 

Those places do not protect you.

Enslaved gargoyles,

traitors to us lest their unknowing feet

entrained in those prison-shoes of stone you fashioned,

and an occasional bellringer stroking them

as they drone high above your path,

where the wind is stronger than the scent of your life,

keep us circling above,

intent on your storied portals,

those lists of the best tasting among you.

 

Angels.  You misname them.

They are simply prettier to you

than their gargoyle siblings

held down by those enslaving prisonshoes of stone

that you call cathedrals.

 

You should know,

there have been sly ones among you.

Those tricky Nassenes for instance,

knowing that in our vanity we will not touch our young,

as we, too, find them abominable,

stole away with nine of them,

worshipping them as they grew,

carrot-leading them:

 

You are perfect as you are . . .

Grow strong not beautiful . . .

Help keep us safe . . .

 

Up there you can see eternity. Live up there . . .

Turn to stone, it is strong . . .

 

Ignorant of their heritage,

of their eventual grace and stealth and eternity,

they were taught to perceive a strength and power

in your piles of stone conveniently shaped.

 

Behold Us!

We are strong and beautiful.

 

Can you resist us?

Gaze into our eyes and see inside your universe.

Touch our skin of winter,

and feel the heat of your passion

pulsing in the silence of our bodies.

 

Peeking through the wonder piquing,

can you resist us?,

knowing that all we want

is simply to open your entire life for just a moment?

 

Your silent guardians sometimes stir

inside their stony sleep

still unborn into a life

where they would eventually die into their own eternity.

 

They lie dormant far above you,

and nightly we circle.

Nightly the bellringer.

Nightly they stir far above you.

It is not fire or lightning

that occasionally rips the gargoyles from the towers of your cathedrals.

 

Keep eating your garlic.

We will help you stop sinning more quickly

if you are spiced up a bit.

 

Welcome to the opening of a new gift.

Welcome to your opening into a new epoch after solar system at orbital apogee with the Galactic Center.

 

The last glyph on the Mayan Calendar may actually translate as . . .

Time to re-order your Daytimer Baktunacus.

How do you open past this Grand & Epochal Apogee?

Presently, how will you open your own present of your Imagination Solar System across the magical twilight dusk-n-dawn at one and the same time both top and bottom of breath at one . . .

Exhaling, your shoulders dropping a bit to relax, the yin of breath.

Inhaling, the intake  of life, the yang of breath.

Hmmm, can you Yin-hale? Can you Yanga-style-exhale?

Ahhh, nevermind that.  Open this Grand & Epochal Apogee!

Nevermind recycling the paper.

Let the opening of your cadeau rip!

Open your prescient presence right now in the present as you open YOUR present of YOUR Imagination Solar System right now, presently!

Rip, J. blah blah Pritchard RIP!!

© 2012 Jordan Hoggard

All images © 2010 Jordan Hoggard

All similar, each unique.

Happy Mutha of all TGIFs today!!

Best to your Christmas Present!

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Posted by on November 2, 2011 in Card Cameos

 

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Prescient Remembrance Painting?

Sometimes pattern.  Sometimes, direct prefiguration.

Not many words for this right now.

Cicada resonances across time.

Suffice it to say the paintings to wand progression

gave me a beautiful pause, a scenic overlook, in process.

Day Painting to Night Painting to Wand.

Prescient Remembrance Painting.

1994 to 2008 to 2011.

Memory is dream, Dream is memory,

both living in the perpetual present,

each birth brilliant in its age.

1967 to 2005 unknowingly tilling the soil for the Mystereum Tarot.

1973, 4 1/2 cards spread on floor telling me stories.  Reading Tarot began.

Reading Tarot began by literally reading cards.

April 2005 to September 2007 gardening daily, creating The Mystereum Tarot

May 5, 2008 The Mystereum Tarot decks arrive with 48-page LWB

Readers Studio 2009: contract with Schiffer Publishing for a different kind of Tarot project

June 2, 2009 to December 10, 2009 192-page Imagination Primer created and written, deck evolve-tailored

January 5, 2011 The Land of Mystereum is discovered at The Tarot Garden, on Amazon, and soon to be on your local shelves.

(c) 2011 Jordan Hoggard

 
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Posted by on June 3, 2011 in Card Cameos

 

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