Week of the Hanged Man

It's Friday, and the time of the Hanged Man is now. This is an inversion, a flip, a suspension. This is a vision of the ocean of true depth opening up all around you just as your heart stills to match the silent equipoise of the fundamental pivot. Indeed, at the crossroads we hang for an age, and the letters of eternity do thus become inscribed upon our souls. Make no mistake, this is a sacrifice, and make no mistake, this is a redemption and a revelation.

There is a fulcrum upon which the worlds swivel, and if you have prepared yourself for it, it will open the gates of wisdom.

So your mission this week is to pause. To stop. To suspend. To look beyond the fray, beyond the flesh, beyond phenomena, and see- the unseeable. Thus it is, that striving for the impossible will reveal the true boundaries of the possible.

For those esteemed ones who tell us what is possible are likely right, but wrong of what they say is impossible. We must strive beyond the known in order to know what is truly knowable. That which is beyond our understanding - the stuff of mystery. There is magic.

Old words, new clothes. Hang upon your axis, till the two become one. Find the wisdom in the stillness.

Suspend.