Casting Chrysalis Crystals…

So… it’s a bit of rainy day today and it feels like a good day, to be busy doing nothing in particular… so… I thought I would share something I have been playing around with for quite a while…

Yes… I’ve been playing with Mr Jordan Hoggard’s 78 spreads for quite a while, in quite a few ways… with tarot and oracles or for playing with sketches, or pieces of writing and sometimes even as place to go meditating… a private pool for skinny dipping…

And often, I like to get my crystals out… so here is the most recent cast…

009 Spiracle Miracle (c) Jordan Hoggard

009 Spiracle Miracle (c) 2012 Jordan Hoggard

Chrysalis Crystals

Chrysalis Crystals

So… let’s have a quick sprint through the ‘Spiracle Miracle’ Spread…

1. What chrysalis protects your transformations for new growth?

The ability to tap into unconscious wisdom, intuition, the psychic self and then to communicate visions clearly. Being alert to deceptions to remove energetic blocks. Developing the trust that inner magic illuminates outer world.

2. How is your chrysalis connected?

By speaking from the heart – being aware of and guided by feelings to resolve emotions. Sensing the emotions of others and using the ability to adapt ideas to real human situations.

3. How do your inner wings aspirate inspiration?

Trusting own feelings in any situations where strong feelings are held. Look for the truth of a situation rather than being swayed by sympathy.

4. What body of ideas will emerge to breath new life?

Getting back to grass roots and trusting the evidence of the senses… a re-connection to the knowledge that you are born just knowing…

5. What inner sun(flower) prepares you for each new breath?

Patience… recognising and allowing natural endings to phases of life. Finding balance and harmony. Allowing the optimism that is created by new ideas to come into focus.

I kind of like that… it sits quite nicely with… The Knight of Wands…

That’s my play for today with my supporting cast of crystals 😀

How will you play today?

😀

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Two Old BJ Queens, Down at The Donkey, Dealing Darkana…

So… there I am Friday evening, sitting down at The Donkey and I’m all set up with my cards ready for a stint of speed reading, when a woman walks into the bar…

And before I know it, I’m up on my feet and we are jigging in a bear hug and whooping and hollering WAY-HEY!!!!!! loud enough to drown out the live band running through warm ups and sound checks…

So… It’s an old friend that I’ve not seen face to face for 12 years, but the 12 years before that, we worked together every unsociable hour imaginable, down in the pit of despair otherwise known as Stanley’s Casino. She calls over her friend and says to her –

Here! Meet the Elbow! This is who I was telling you about…

I says – The Elbow? WTF are you talking about?

She makes a chicken wing at me and says… Oh… Come ON…. you…. the elbow…. you know…. Remember that enormous angry punter you nudged and he landed on his ass?

Oh….. OK…. THAT elbow 😀

And soon we are laughing and joking about old times and we are not short of funny tales as you have to make your own entertainment when you work in Casinos, as you are dealing with pricks 24/7, on both sides of the table and if you don’t develop a sense of humour and some snappy put downs pretty quick, you soon go under… Most croupiers quit within the first year… in fact I’ve seen quite a few quit within the first week… It’s the only job I know, where you get a long service award for sticking it out for five years, which just about says it all really.

So… she says to me -OK Bitch! DO ME!!! Take me on your table and give it to me hard!!! Bwhahahaha!!

So… we sit down and I have a few decks out… but… I already know which one she’ll go for and she doesn’t disappoint me…

What’s your weapon of choice Momma?

That one!! and she picks up Darkana and asks why me why I’m laughing… I says to her… Oh… you’ll soon see 😀

And then my little tarot heart is filled with glee… In fact it is fit to burst!

I pretty much start each reading by fixing my victim with a beady eye and asking – Can you shuffle? Are you sure? Because I will punch you in the face if you bend my cards…

But today that question is not required -I’m dealing with a Black Jack Queen!

I says to her – Baby! Throw those cards like a PRO and hit me with your question…

Ok… she says… Right… What I want to know is blah de blah de blah… and she talks away looking me in the eye and never once does she look down at those cards and her hands dance and whirl those cards through shemmy, shuffle, riffle, strip, riffle, strip, riffle.. CUT!

She delivers them into the middle of the table with – Over to you! DEAL! HIT ME!

So… Down they land…

BJ1

BJ1

And I’m not going to go into the meat and bones of her reading… but we laughed so loud at the jokes the cards laid down for us… She pointed at The Magician – OMFG! It’s a Black Jack dealer!

Yeah… that’s the past…

She says… It bloody well is! They’ve just made me redundant!

And we worked our way around the spread and then I flipped to the bottom of the deck:

BJ2

BJ2

I said to her – there’s a lot of sneaking about and underhanded stuff going on around you…

She says HA! you think I don’t know…? Cummon… you’ve got croupier blood in your veins, you know as well as I do, that nothing gets past an old dealer… You can’t play a player 😀

That’s true my friend, that’s true indeed… But I wonder what type of person thinks they can get one past the dealer’s eye…?

BJ3

BJ3

HE-HAAAAAAW!!!!

A  JACK ASS!!!

So… How does a Badass deal with a Jackass?

Well…

Let’s ask badass BA Baracas…

I PITY THE FOOL!

😀

You gotta love a deck with a sense of humour

😀

From The Moon to The Highway Man

Free association football…

Get ready to ride out with the full moon…

FROM:

XVIII ~ The Moon (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

XVIII ~ The Moon (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

 

TO:

      Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)

                                   The Highwayman

                                        PART ONE

                                                 I

    THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

                                                 II

    He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

                                                 III

    Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

                                                 IV

    And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

                                                 V

    “One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

                                                 VI

    He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i’ the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

                                        PART TWO

                                                 I

    He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o’ the tawny sunset, before the rise o’ the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George’s men came matching, up to the old inn-door.

                                                 II

    They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

                                                 III

    They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

                                                 IV

    She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

                                                 V

    The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love’s refrain .

                                                 VI

        Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!

                                                 VII

    Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

                                                 VIII

    He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

                                                 IX

    Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i’ the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

                  *           *           *           *           *           *

                                                 X

    And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

                                                 XI

    Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.


The above poem can be found in print, for example, in:

  • Noyes, Alfred. Collected Poems. New York: Frederick A.
    Stokes Company, 1913.A recording of the poem being sung can be found on:
  • McKennitt, Loreena. The Book of Secrets [CD]. Burbank, CA:
    Warner Bros. Records Inc., 1997.

Meet the Sizzling Alison Bacon

I meet many people on my travels who interest me in many ways… and every so often, someone will capture my eye and imagination and ignite in me the urge to hit the sketch pad… and that is how I met Alison Bacon…

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We were both doing workshops at a charity event and I was fortunate enough to be able to see Alison dance and for a short while I was transported from a rather dull and as I recall slightly too hot church hall, to a place filled with music and magic and charm… swirls of colour and effortless grace… fluid, poetic movement that comes from the muscle memory of a lifetime of dance.

And in fact, I was so taken with the lithe of limb and blithe of spirit Mrs Bacon, that  a few weeks later, I found myself heading to one of her adult ballet classes… I was a bit apprehensive, as 10 years or so ago, I had half considered trying a ballet class but had convinced myself that I was way too old! But Alison’s passion for dance is infectious and she packs a philosophy that you are never too young nor never too old to enjoy dance.

So… I’m very glad to say I went along to class and had a grand old time 🙂 and wasn’t until the next morning when I woke up, that I realised I’d also accidentally had quite a serious work out!

Alison’s classes are fun and lively and I’ve met a few new friends there and for an hour or so we all delight in believing we are the most wondrous dancers in the cosmos…well…. everyone needs an escape from reality every now and then 😀

Go check out abDance – there’s  a whole range of classes and workshops in ballet, tap, theatre craft, freestyle and dance exercise both for adults and children. She’s a multi-talented lady!

There’s something there for anyone who is looking for a more interesting way of keeping fit.

And I have to get this out of my system, as it causes me much mirth… But I recently found out that Alison is a vegan… and I found much hilarity in that my vegan friend had landed up being called Bacon 😀

But then I also found out… this is a serious issue… poor Alison is subjected to a terrible plight!

So… if you should happen to be reading this, and you should also happen to work in a restaurant… should you get a telephone call from a lovely lass with a Liverpool accent and she inquires about vegan ingredients… Please do NOT hang up when she gives her name… It is not… I repeat NOT a prank call! It is indeed…

Alison Bacon!

Jazz Hands!

Jazz Hands!