Of: An action that transforms and continues the world

Driving to work, I noticed the color of a yellow automobile.  It was just ahead of me as I merged left into the turning lane.  Curving left, a direction absent of wrong or right, I was, we were all, a direction simply curving.

 Moving.                 Forward with the flow of traffic behind a yellow, winter salted automobile.  It’s driver also curving left, if just ahead

of me.

I found myself smiling, warmed, pleased by the symbolism and my attribution of me-

aning.

This creative act, simultaneously my own and independent of it, touched me.  And I am re-minded… so continues the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hypnotic Realm Tarot Journeys 

Hypnotic Realm Tarot Journeys

I found this Tarot spread on the web @www.InterrobangTarot.com.  (I love her site.  You should check it out.)   I laughed when I came across it, so I thought I’d share both the laughter and the actual layout.

OK, here’s what we do (with this design or another query spread):

We open with questions: what is “The Face of my Challenge” & what is “The Crux of What Hounds Me.”  That understood, from the Tarot cards I work with, you choose a single Court Card.  This image represents The Face of my Challenge.  Once our Tarot reading is complete and we transition into Hypnosis, that Court Card will be the character of your journey while traveling inside the Hypnotic Realm.

The Crux of What Hounds Me, as well as the other four cards, will be laid out by your hands or my own.  Together we can work with a traditionally styled Tarot Reading or we can work with the imagery you select as symbolic of the labeled card positions.  Given that, I will then hand you a deck of Tarot cards and you will decide what cards speak to you; which cards go where?

Once the cards are placed, by your hands or myself as an emissary of Fate, we begin the reading that is the groundwork for your upcoming journey.  This process could be considered akin to a past-life regression or, perhaps, a yet-lived life progression. Depending on your belief system, this journey may represent moments, years, places and relationships experienced as part of a past-life-within-this-life or even what’s happening now.

Snuggled deep within the comfort of a Gravity Chair or on a studio massage table, I will place you deeper still into the grace of a hypnotic trance.  There we’ll explore those patterns, images, and interpretations that you’ve found meaningful to you.

So, if it’s in the cards, let’s do this!   Contact me.   Appointments available.

See Taymara Montague located at 3041 Aldrich Ave S, Minneapolis, 55408 or

https://app.acuityscheduling.com/schedule.php?owner=14944211

the various colors of W

This is(oar   [or {ore }])   what was

said to me:

“I want to be happy.”

I want/   this is a grasping

to be/      this isn’t now

happy/    this is process               disguised as outcome

Here   Now 

This is the experience of

what is     as it is    even when    This Is    is    what is   presently absent

and that’s the irony

presently absent/  a hole in the fabric of   what is              my                                      emotional skin

hole/ “W” gone rogue

whereas the fabric of my personal tapestry

(whole)

r strands  I   weave

1st comes the blue thread

2nd the red

next is shadow, sage, copper, ivory, lemon, lime, apricot, amber, platinum, silver, salmon, chartreuse, vermillion, ochre, teal, amaranth, lavender, spruce, ruby and cerulean

presently    this is/ a shift of awareness

 

 

 

 

oscillates the poetic pendulum

Between Voice and Thought, between Thought and Voice, between Presence and Absence, oscillates the poetic pendulum.

“I introduce here a slight observation which I shall call ‘philosophical,’ meaning simply that we could do without it.

Our poetic pendulum travels from our sensation toward some idea or some sentiment, and returns toward some memory of the sensation and toward the potential act which could reproduce the sensation. Now, whatever is sensation is essentially present. There is no other definition of the present except sensation itself, which includes, perhaps, the impulse to action that would modify that sensation. On the other hand, whatever is properly thought, image, sentiment, is always, in someway, a production of absent things. Memory is the substance of all thought. Anticipation and its gropings, desire, planning, the projection of our hopes, of our fears, are the main interior activity of our being.

Thought is, in short, the activity which causes what does not exist to come alive in us, lending to it, whether we will or no, our present powers, making us take the part for the whole, the image for reality, and giving us the illusion of seeing, acting, suffering, and possessing independently of our dear old body”

~ The Art of  Poetry, Paul Valéry

 

 

only differently coordinated and aroused

It’s the completion of the line within the line that caught my attention: “only differently coordinated and aroused.”  As statements go, it’s a mouthful.  Like the perfect Crème brûlée, all hot cream and egg yoke jiggling just beneath a crisp of caramelized sugar.  It’s also a poetic reminder that as human beings our bodies and thoughts, our experience, responds and reflects our intent and purpose.


I can experience the gratification of dance even while it appears that I’m simply walking.


 

From ‘Poetry and Abstract Thought,’ Paul Valéry: An Anthology

“Walking, like prose, has a definite aim. It is an act directed at something we wish to reach. Actual circumstances, such as the need for some object, the impulse of my desire, the state of my body, my sight, the terrain, etc. which order the manner of walking, prescribe its direction and its speed, and give it a definite end. All the characteristics of walking derive from these instantaneous conditions, which combine in a novel way each time. There are no movements in walking that are not special adaptations, but, each time, they are abolished and, as it were, absorbed by the accomplishment of the act, by the attainment of the goal.

The dance is quite another mater. It is, of course, a system of actions; but of actions whose end is in themselves. It goes nowhere. If it pursues an object, it is only an ideal object, a state, an enchantment, the phantom of a flower, an extreme of life, a smile — which forms at last on the face of the one who summoned it from empty space.

It is therefore not a question of carrying out a limited operation whose end is situated somewhere in our surroundings, but rather of creating, maintaining, and exalting a certain state, by a periodic movement that can be executed on the spot; a movement which is almost entirely dissociated from sight, but which is simulated and regulated by auditive rhythms.

But please note this very simple observation, that however different the dance may be from walking and utilitarian movements, it uses the same organs, the same bones, the same muscles, only differently coordinated and aroused.”

of “This statement is false” and other truths

It is said: “Each archetype moves us through duality into paradox,” a movement through polarity that opens and affirms each wealth of contradiction.

 

Something like quantum particles that can occupy different space simulataneously, I thought; only, “There isn’t any wave particle duality because an electron isn’t a particle and it isn’t a wave. Instead it’s an excitation in a quantum field. The electron field can interact in ways that look like a particle and it can interact in ways that look like a wave, but that doesn’t mean it is a particle or is a wave.”

What Is becomes What-Is-at-a-Given-Time-&-(particular)-Context.

 

I am


This Line

Is: statementoftheabsoluteandconsideration