The Philosopher's Stone Tarot deck has been designed in the Rider-Waite tradition, with the symbology of certain cards radically altered to reflect a more 21st century, Age of Aquarius perspective. In time this site will grow to include not only interpretations for each of the cards, but free readings as well. For the time being though, there is still the monumental task of completing the borders for the cards.
the speed of light
form looking down and upon itself
spetacular crown atop the tower
time finally leaves no choice
waiting for the call from my dying lady friend
tells me over and over that death is not the end(?)
see that ancient journalist writing in the dark upon parchment and his
memory? Can you feel his mind trying to encompass that which was outside
of its own experience? The book of enoch describes the mind of a bug trying
to envision the larger world behind the cockpit doors! perhaps this is
where the many "levels" of heaven where spawned! An elevator!
A most amazing machine to the uninitiated!
is the one
is the one that draws down
for nourishment his soul reached out in all directions and encountered
a cornacopic pleathora of real truths and real directions to real ways.
Every type of solution you could imagine. Every one real and true and
straight as the arrow of light, the one that connects us all, always.
But even once removed and nothing would work to free him from the growing
and seemingly now dominant perception that everything was becomeing transparent.
It seems that the experience of the vital demonstration of the spiritual
mechanics involved here was necessary. That one must fan the flames of
the emotions until they consummed themselves. Until not one tiny coal
was left alive. This was too much. he felt that to let go of the feeling
was to let go of the meaning. He needed that actual physical contact with
the truth. Where it enthralled him to the point of becomeing a pregnant
oblivion filled with the anticipation of great things, deep things, tearful
joy expunging the obvious, the mundane, the cold cold mind made steel
clicking against itself at the exact border between him and everything
else... Oh, yes, he let his sentances run on and on, and he really enjoyed
leading someone's train down a garden path(recently paved) at an unsafe
speed, breaking rules because of the sound of the snake that needed to
be preserved, that he just could not let die; it felt that good after
the cold shower his mind had recieved when he saw, finally, that it meant
nothing, really. For a while he indulged himself in glorious imagined
sufferings of both body and soul. He enjoyed the looks of minds that put
themselves outside simply because of his appearence. He told himself that
he was not lieing because it was not his fault, he was not the cause.
And then it all began to turn real.
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