Tarot Three 3 of Disks, “Works”

I have discovered a novel new way of allowing avoidance and denial to operate: poetry.

No, but really: I was having a difficult time getting to the meditation initially, and I thought that it might be helpful to try and “gain rapport” with the energy by “describing what I see on that card; how I interpret the Thoth presentation.” I wrote this down and then, alas, fell asleep (not intentionally). Will try the meditation again here shortly.

WORKS is about: business; ‘constructive build-up’; ‘increase of material things’.

I am trying to figure out where I got the idea that this related to the initial creation of form. Oh, I found it: in the book of Thoth explanation, this card has the description: the material establishment of the idea of the universe. Yeah, that works for both sides or degrees, I’d think.

Out of the formlessness
The void of not-even-darkness
The Trinity of Intent conjoins

Whirling disks of spirit
Spin red and spin both three and twelve
And meet to grow the new delight

Three wheels, chakra divine wills
Three corners to the new idea
Three dimensions rise clearly and clear

The sheer shape of geometry
Translucent yet courageous
Rises into new being

Three parts per whorl, four parts of world
Three spokes are spoken for, with each anchor
One point makes the Four of form

I see 3, 6, 9, 12, 36; 4, 5, 7; and 1.
Three of Disks; Thoth Tarot; Works.

Maybe this would be a good thing to do for each card, to really pay attention to what I see. I guess I wish I knew more about Tarot, but then I think it’s possibly good that I don’t, as I meet the energies in the meditations, with minimal paradigms to constrain us.

Note: apparently the archetype disagrees with my interpretation above, given the notes below.

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I did a ‘feeling/visualization’ of the standard preps: my ‘superstring’: an impossibly thin but pure line that is me, that goes from the center of the galaxy, through the center of earth, and through me crown to kundalini, precise center. Then a few deep breaths to bring in clean energy and release old/dark. Then a little time with the 3rd as joined mates inside. Then some time with the Four. Then I was ready.

“IG,” I said, “I’ve invited my Aeons Ithikah and Nedlund to be part of this IF they choose, in whatever way they choose. I want to work with the energy of the Two of Disks. Thoth tarot is my focus but not my limit. Please rephrase all this request in the most ideal way.”

I had the feeling that I was missing something, and then I got it.

“IG,” I continued, “We don’t actually have to do an archmed. I mean… it doesn’t have to be that or start with that. It can be whatever you think is useful. Maybe… you know lately I notice I don’t see the arch right off, often… so I should quit expecting that… whatever you want. I’ll just go with it best I can, ok.”

She nods and I sense I’m simply not in the same ‘space’ I was a moment ago.

Green and yellow are off to my right side. Not the sickly versions… but not the healthiest, either. I don’t get anything else, though.

After a few moments I say to myself, “Find me what to me will be most interesting and hence the best energy integration.” I sense it clearly. It is many miles away. “Inland,” I think I not-quite-hear. It’s North-Northeast, I understand; I am currently facing just a shade South of due East. I can’t do directions worth a damn in the real world so I found it humorous I’d be getting this info in a meditation in my head where it seems like such things could not possibly apply. I “close my eyes and imagine myself” in that distant location and then I look around.

I’m on a dirt road and up ahead to the right is what looks like a small castle. I can see and yet “not in space” — this is an odd brain thing, it had no placement in the landscape, and yet “it was there” — a few 3-sided pyramids, like the one on the card. Except there are two odd things about all this: first, the pyramids have what I call “god-light” coming out of them, like the rays of sun through clouds sometimes; second, the entire surroundings, from them to the more mundane landscape, is what I can only call “de-saturated” color-wise.

I look at the castle I am walking nearer to, up to my right, and I realize, “This is the land of the Prince.” I meant the dude with the horse on the card, the Prince of Disks.

I find this intriguing, and I think: “Am I in the land of the tarot? I mean some imaginative realm based on this art? That would be novel!” And then I wonder if this is more of the kind of visualization that most aspirants not familiar with jungian/shamanic interior work would actually do. (I have found over time that people not into archetype work don’t really grok how it is that the archetypes usually have nothing whatever to do with the actual thing they represent, or only barely.)

I have passed the small castle now which is mostly off to the right but there is one building beside me, a big square that is attached to the corner of the castle and a bit behind. The door is wood and the roof, hard to tell but it seemed maybe wood and straw. The walls however are stone. “It’s a stable,” I realize. Like for horses. I decide that if this is all in my head then technically, the landscape, whether it is a structure or nature, is all conscious, and I should be able to talk with it.

“Stable wall,” I address it –

Lettuce is let-us, something interrupts. OK that was bizarre. I ignore that and turn back to the wall.

Is the offer Ain-Soph? I hear. I recall that is one of the 3 energies above the QBL tree. I decide this is as offbeat as the lettuce and I just ignore it.

“Stable wall,” I repeat, a bit more determinedly, “Where in this world is the energy of ‘Works’, as my tarot calls it, strongest?”

I have a visual: I am in the darkness; there is white, light, too bright to make out; then dim and glowing; it seems like –

“A forge,” I conclude. I think of horseshoes and swords and this seems reasonable to me, given this world. “Where is that? As the crow flies.”

A geometry line comes from the wall, pointing at an angle away. The “intensity” of the line’s energy tells me the distance. I recall Seth suggesting we perceive things as past/present/future in time based on the intensity of the energy or something of that sort. This seems like a good way to measure ‘distance’ without actual space involved.

I port myself to the forge and I walk through a portion of it.

Then suddenly I’m in a different landscape entirely, or rather, the landscape has actually vanished. In front of me is this large flat round thing. It has a concave round area in the center. It is actually inside a larger shape of some kind I don’t grok, and it is turning. It reminds me of Spirograph. You know, the kid’s thing. You get these round wheels with holes for a pen or pencil, and you put them ‘inside’ another shape, and then you ‘turn’ them around the shape, and the pen makes designs on the paper. It was moving like that.

This is the archetype! I realized. So I had apparently shifted. I had actually thought that perhaps this meditative exercise was just so different, an archetype wouldn’t be involved, but there it was, I could feel it.

It seems like in the center of it should be a sphere. I feel that strongly. If it had one, it would look kind of like a large-ball computer mouse, the old-fashioned Kensington tracball sorts, in shape.

“Where is your… center?” I ask it.

“Come closer,” it says. So I go and I sit on the edge of it, cross-legged, then I slide into the “seat” of it, the empty center. I let myself feel us turning. It’s like being at Disneyland in the magic teacups!

“Why are you turning?” I ask it.

“Creation of form is a dynamic,” it says. I realize (and maybe I had help internally to realize this), that there is no easy way for “a dynamic” to interact with me because my brain is actually designed to deal with form; when I deal with dynamics it is only “via” form and their effects on forms, so, that’s what I was getting.

“I wonder,” I said curiously, “Do you have a preference as to the *type* of form you create?” I asked it.

“You are the creators,” it responded. “I am the dynamic. The combination is what makes the form.”

“Are you in all local universes, even the ones that don’t have something like ‘business’ as part of their framework?” I wondered aloud.

I had a hard time sorting the answer. I sort of got words but missed some, and some was just… concept. Translated it was something like, “Yes, but I am specific to creation by [non-divine?] intent.” Non-divine is the wrong word. I just don’t have a word for whatever it said there. It kind of means, like, “by incarnate entities” but… well it’s hard to say.

But I think it was actually correcting me; in the words I wrote before the meditation I was implying that this was creation from the source/divine and I think it was implying that this was not accurate, and its energy is more specific to creation from ‘within this sphere, not without it’, is the only way I can articulate this.

“Can you be part of creation even when it is bad? Or done poorly?”

“Yes.”

I thought for a minute. I ought to be doing something more constructive than musing aloud, I thought.

I have noticed that lately, especially with the Sun, my state of mind seems to change significantly enough that I find myself asking or behaving in ways that surprise me a little. Even when it is weird I consider this good, more spontaneous, and perhaps it is including more of my Aeons’ energy somehow.

“I would like to create positive, healthy things that are … constructive yet also lucrative, in my reality,” I said to it. “Do you have any advice for me?”

“Your current path” [he meant working-through-the-tarot I clearly felt, although he meant the WHOLE thing] “is a good one.”

“What can I do for you?” I ask. I don’t sense a clear response, so I just ground and then imagine pouring energy into it. Then I bring in the rain of love, and then I continue with the energy. Suddenly I am seized with a sort of passion.

“Please become human form,” I say, and it shifts into a man. “YOU,” I say intensely, holding his face between my hands, “are a PIECE OF GOD! Wow! I mean — literally! Like — like — …” I trailed off. I hugged him tightly, but felt no merge. Then I backed up a little and did more sending-him-energy, and had several big “energy yawns” (they are diff than normal yawns, hard to explain) as a result. Then I hugged him again, gently but lovingly. I imagined us merging, and we blended into each other, and I asked IG if she would help. I felt no merge in terms of energy-fuzzies. But I felt a great “calm come into me.”

I sat for several minutes, feeling very thick. Solid, and grounded, and calm, and thick. I felt that this energy was clearly part of me at least somewhat, even if we hadn’t merged in the normal way.

P

Update 26 March 2012: I just realized when looking at this card that it perfectly symbolizes it. The three spoked wheels I think (this is intellectual) symbolize a wheel of 12 energies that is a power of sorts (much like the 12 Aeons are), and this in motion is the source of the ‘dynamic’ which the arch told me it was. And the energy they combine to, in the 3-sided pyramid, is the creation of ‘form’. And the form is transparent and the card is grey (and the arch world was ‘desaturated’) because it is basically “the dynamic of creating form” but it’s a “pure” form — it does not yet have the association of other energies, which would give it color or other energy meanings.