The Fool's Journey
by Ned Hogan, Jr.

So, now, we are begining to see that at the beginning when all and everything came to be there was more than half we could not see and as we toil to reach equilibrium via stacking facts and looking for trout in all the closets, even the car trunk, the story unfolds itself because I believe we cannot escape the truth because our persistance is true and eventually the dark matter created then and out weighing us now by far will reveal us to be really in Plato's lonely lonely dream with no fire in our cave to light that which contains light itself; ah, yes the Toa of if. I picture one particular and singular event and automatically disolve out of anyone's universe but my own, realising that I am surrounded by placebos I create another world which traps me and seems unfriendly because I know what it is and is not, maybe.......the dog was laughing hysterically, the natural medicine spewing itself all around, but

Divinations
by cck

Upright:
Release from obligations, especially of those unjustly burdened. Metamorphosis. A shift to a higher plane of existence or mind. Enlightenment. Final resolution is at hand.

Reversed:
The harbinger of unhappy endings. Great distress in endeavors before their termination. An abrupt end with no resolution.

Touchstone
by Arrow

"For what is it to die but to stand naked
in the wind and melt into the sun?"

Kahlil Gibran

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Here we confront the shadow twin, the Gaurdian of the Threshold,

The Dark Night of the Soul which inspires The Canticle of Love in each and everyone of us;
for the intensity of light and our longing for it is most keenly measured through it's apparent absence.

Here in this looking-glass is defined our mortal nature,
and the root of the redemption from that which would bind us is found in it;

The Lead that holds captive Gold.


Death is a gardener, and if it's word were audible it would speak, "Energy is an essence of life that forms it's existence, fades, restructures it's form, and then lives again."
Ask any seasoned gardener what it is that makes their garden flourish and they will point towards the seasons, the compost created from the past, and the inspired seed that is thereby nourished towards it's future. It is the cycle of life, death, and decay that is at the heart of the garden, where divine fecundity is expressed as creation. It is from this that the seed will sprout and rise towards the sun to bear forth blooms to their fruition, forever striving for the betterment of the next (re)generation. This spins the Spira Mirabilis. This is the lesson of the scarab, and this 'Wisdom' is as the white horse on which Death rides, ever galloping forward.

Here The Hanged Man struggles in a state of dissolution, seeking in those dark depths of being to transform the scorpion, to release the Mercurial Spirit. For that spirit will then soar as an eagle, bearing with it the fisher king between it's wings.
No tombstone is placed at the head of a grave to commemorate this death. Only an epitaph maybe found which reads, 'Eadem Mutato Resurgo':

"The same but changed I shall arise!"