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self’s Tarot trepidation.

Queen/ Swords-self; strong, forward-thinking feminine influences-authority; severe, chastened, and suggests familiarity with sorrow, widowhood, female sadness and embarrassment, absence, sterility, mourning, privation, separation, malice, bigotry, artifice, prudery, deceit.

Four/ Pentangles-self; from head to toe, prepared for destiny-authority; surety of possessions, cleaving to that which one has, gifts, legacy, inheritance, suspense, delay, opposition.

Justice*-self; personal good fortune, though questionable opposite appears-authority; equity, rightness, probity, executive, law in all departments, bigotry, bias, excessive severity. -Major

Queen/ Pentangles-self; esoteric, primal feminine influences-authority; greatness of soul, intelligence, opulence, generosity, magnificence, security. liberty, evil, suspicion, fear mistrust.

the Hermit*-self; an isolation, defiant behavior-authority; prudence, treason, dissimulation, roguery, corruption, concealment, disguise, policy, fear, unreasoned caution. -Major

Ten/ Cups-self; pleasant regard for everything necessary-authority; wonder and ecstasy, contentment, repose of the entire heart, perfection of that state, taking charge, home inhabited, repose of the false heart, indignation, violence.

Eight/ Cups-self; …

Reaping the sewn.

As the worm turns

it spins with the earth

yet is as fully separate

as the humans that walk upon it

the matter lies flat over the worm

the shockwaves from running feet

across the dirt as the worm swims

feeling surface moves as it goes

frozen by time the material loosens

as the worm drives its’ way

through a darkness that needs no eyes

a place whose pressure grows

less where the worm has passed

creating footprints in the dirt

making it less a hiding ground

it becomes by then a stomping ground

Thanks, khet.

lost words.

tHere are strangenesses about in this lair…small surprises along the way to greater things…no focus will well lead someone across the blades with a disappointed air…the scraps of personal power that we give to other beings is astonishing to say the least…what obnoxious freaks are we to think we are the masters here?…the surgeon will cut with a certain precision to the incision, they have all done this before somewhere…the world is not our whore to play with so easily…what benefits the estranged soul who darts in and out of the centuries looking for bliss, is it possible to understand wholly from within?…it feels like a real shambles, but will always change without reason to the hard second…turnabout is fair play, or so they say…eye don’t believe in a way out…it is all obnoxious puppetry in the extreme…we are …

Quote of the month; October….2007

“A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the contrary, he is a man who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most adults have muffled themselves in the cocoon of middle-aged habit and convention.”
~Aldous Huxley; british author, satirist and philosopher.

Rainy day blues.

You think you’ve got troubles…

There are some things in life that are inevitable, from the things we need to survive to the ideas that become reality within decades, but what binds us together makes the whole stronger…or so I had come to believe previously. It is not difficult to feel forsaken by the world at large, and to feel infinitely alone through the view of a keyhole, the eyes of the voyeur taking his place. This feeling has come over me, and hasn’t seemed too unreal by my standards, though everyone else would disagree. Descended as never before, through the ecstatic pains of poverty and kind words, and yet I must see this thing to the end of its’ supposed journey. The laws disallow me to sing praises to my fellow human beings because of …

When the mirror breaks.

out of Context;
‘Disaster-deranged through moral lens, and logic defends bad luck brain dead, for the sake of realism amusing the listeners’ abstract relay of pain and humor and irony. The vision is still the same viable thing, but it is then that you look to the relevant tangibility within the vision, to manifest the answer to your questions that have created themselves to teach. Teach yourself the words that you know the song to, hum it while you think through all that clutter, and beyond the distraction will be found that recuperative resolve that is necessary through harsh storms of internal rhythm and beat…’

What the mirror brings through.

out of Context;
‘Only if one should abide by the realization of the negative forces, does the energy become heavily charged against the individual, and conceptual reality bends against this negative pull…Consistent preoccupation with these dark forces can leave one embittered, and this can be the true hazard when dealing with negative energy, underestimating the potential while over-shooting the kinetic as it plays itself out…’

The plight of realizing.

What is this life that human beings take for granted?

the perception of e.y.e.

the perception of…
Every…
Young…
Entity…
eye see, eye see…visions of the masses through their children’s eyes, and outside of the mind there are reconstituted effigies of persons who walk by, hardened by the growth of the creature on the surface…the eyes, however, say much more from the soul then many other physical points do, but that is not to say that there is no way people can flow with this energy from every pore…most do not even pursue such abilities…in youth, we have everything that cannot be condemned for the loving newness that makes every moment breathtaking, but as we grow older, it does become easier to use experience as a shell from this freshness…not an innocence, per say, but an undeniable potential for anything sensual or beyond the six senses…man is five senses, but that example is that devolved man that …

edict of the obsolete

Burgess Meredith is the obsolete librarian…Orwell was to literature what Nostradamus was to divination…and then history made effigies of us all…