Putting down a 54-cards Grand Tableau, using the Joker as Significator.
First impression: The Significator is standing in the last quadrant bottom right, almost leaving the tableau, ‘there is not much you can do’. Looking at the 3×3 Significator quadrant: Left/past: 3♦-J♦-3♣: fountain-jack shepherd-birds. spirits were watching your house Above/inspiration: 3♦-7♦-9♥: fountain-planets-wish. the heavens are giving you inspiration Below/grounding: 3♣-J♥-A♦:birds-jack flash-letter. you have to document your insights Right/future: 9♥-2♣-A♦: wish-agreement-letter. you have to manifest your wishes in the material world
The last card left standing: Q♣ “The Reaping Wife”. keep on the good work!
Summary: You can still have limited influence in your personal life.
‘Mister Johnson’ delivered his instruction to some members of the vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’ who were aware ‘something’ weird changed in Gotham while most ‘normal’ people reacted as if ‘business as usual’. “sometimes the world goes black and white and everything seems to flicker, like a strobe light flashing just faster than the eye can register…When the Flicker Effect starts, strange things often happen. They may be subtle or they may be screamingly obvious, but they usually involve some intrusion, arriving out of nowhere, from the alternate realms”
…some weird sightings …:
Clusters of clouds gathering as if having a conference. Dreams manifesting on the rooftops. A statue of goddess Elektra.
Mechanical birds
Mannikins with pointy hats and sharp swords parading fashion district …some rumours about Gotham Below..: An ancient cult practicing dark rituals. Disappearing cats. Chaotic plumbing. A stargate.… Tricky Shib, Shining Azoth, Arty Cassy, Kiddo Ralph gathered at their Treehouse in the park. Suddenly ‘something’ crashed on top of the tree! Shib shape changed into cat to investigate and found a vaguely flickering humanoid person, but as soon as he touched the person, it fell down the tree. It seemed unharmed but unconscious! After some care, the person came by… ‘I Rhl fell down from the Heavens because an evil wizard bound me with his summoning!’ The person was still very confused, difficult to understand. After a while it wandered off, singing to a magic egg in its hands, at last it started fading into distance. Following its trail, passing an old woman sitting at a street corner.. Asking her for information, receiving some small blessings and a gift… Now Arty Cassy carried the Magic egg! Looking for more clues, joining an Free Mason information meeting… ‘Aleister the wicked is hiding in Gotham Below!” … Leaving the gathering, walking on the streets, suddenly burning paper lanterns fell down! Fleeing the fire, going to the market, where a squad of Mannikins with pointy hats and sharp swords were parading… A lone mechanical bird flew down to a Mannikin and started twittering in its ear. Suddenly the Mannikin pointed their swords in the direction of the investigators… Melee and total chaos! … Surviving the battle, continuing looking for clues in the library, finding a vague reference about a legendary hidden Stargate. … Decyphering the clues, finding and entering the gate… Into Gotham Below! The lights are failing, what’s wrong with the Generator? Several workers are busy fixing cables and turning the wheels… “Och, the engines cannae take it Captain!” Steam and sparks escaping from the machines… ‘Where is the mayor?’
The investigators went searching for the mayor at his office, but it seemed he left ! “Lets go back to the Gate!” “It is not there anymore!” “Quick, maybe there is some more information at the Library!” Department ancient historical maps: “Here, at the other side of this place, a hidden gate” The lights are dimming fast, heavy tremors shake the buildings… “Run!” “Look! Somebody opened the hidden gate!” A long corridor ending at an underground river… “Quick! He escapes with the boat” Charging the boat about to escape, grappling with the Mayor… He fell overboard while the boat sped up downriver!
At last the adventurer escaped, but where did they end up?
‘Create talismans to channel the power of love and care to manifest a better future’
Rachel facilitated this workshop at NDSM Treehouse on a cold and rainy day.
Confronting my fears, writing down anything that comes up, switching into automatic writing mode.Santa Muerte dancing in the killing fields
A strong image wraps all those words into one visual:
Confronting my fears, letting it go in bits and pieces, let it dissolve in the waters from the World.
You will have no hold on me
So mote it be!
Doing the work on the Talisman…
Work in progress…
A finishing touch: three safety pins to affirm the intention to create safe space for those in need!
Some refugees from the Haven met again at Gotham
Esther ‘the Strange’, Gabriella ‘the Aeronaut’, Ralph ‘ the Tinker’, Justin ‘the Clown’… a bunch of misfits that bonded because of common dreaming Paradise Lost
Words on the streets: the teenage vigilante group ‘Guardian Angels’ disappeared a month ago, what happened?
According to rumours, the vigilantes went missing during the hunt on spooks in the woods.
Any threat that was able to destroy these vigilantes, made other gangs very nervous also!
Gathering information in the slums, they convinced vagrant John to show them the last known ‘Guardian Angel Treehouse’.
Graffiti on the wall confirmed the location!
The house apparently had been used by squatters: broken windows and door outside, terrible amount of garbage and offal inside… Surprise! A vintage carpet in the centre of the room, hiding a secret trapdoor! Neutralising some hidden sigils, unlocking the trapdoor, going down a spiral staircase, entering a long corridor with warding sigils… Discovering a savage tribe!
Gabrielle made an impressive entrance with spread wings and some firework support from the Clown: instant shock and awe, chasing the tribe away!
Following the trail, arriving at a guarded bridge, paying the toll…
Entering a mysterious room, looking at three paintings: past-present-future!
The futuristic painting drew them into another place…
A room with several alien prison cells, containing several teenage vigilante ‘Guardian Angels’!
While the adventurers were liberating the vigilantes, they heard ominous footsteps approaching ….
Esther prepared her sigils, Justin lit his fireworks…
The explosion halted the monster!
Escaping the monster, the adventurers escorted the vigilantes through the underground maze… Discovering a gate, but how does it work?
Justin found a loophole in the timetravel-paradox:
‘This is a time/space gate we can walk through to our own time, there we can write a letter to ourself how to do this, then we return to this place to hide the letter here to find it now!’
It worked in a way…
‘We are back, but what happened really? Who abducted the vigilantes? Why? Who created the gate? ‘
Tokeh (gekko): bij het horen van deze hagedis in Indonesia voelde ik mij meteen verwelkomd, en herinnerde ik mij hoe sommige mensen de roep van het dier gebruiken als een ja/nee orakel. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokay_gecko
ArtJournal : Voor mij is dit een soort intuitief dagboek, als ik ermee begin weet ik nog niet waar het naar toe leidt. Dan kan het veel later pas blijken wat mijn onderbewuste mij te vertellen heeft. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_diary
kris (javaanse rituele dolk): deze heb ik ooit ontvangen als dankgeschenk, en zal dan ook een erfstuk worden voor degenen die na mij komen. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kris
Inwijdings schilderij : De kunstenares die dit maakte, had eerst een uitgebreid gesprek met mij, waarna ze intuitief aan het werk ging. Het resultaat was een bijzonder schilderij dat me hielp bij trancereizen.
Lyke Wake Dirge: Een toegezongen reisgids door de benedenwereld, een korte Europese versie van het Dodenboek.
Magische boom: Bij visualisaties helpt deze mij tijdens trancereizen naar de andere werkelijkheid
De shamanistische reis door de benedenwereld is een thema dat me regelmatig bezig houdt, voornamelijk om onderbewuste emoties onder ogen te kunnen zien: angst, woede, verdriet.
Symposion Heren op middelbare leeftijd filosoferen over de (Platonische) Liefde onder genot van wijn …was Aristophanes de comediant wel serieus met zijn tweelingziel verhaal?
Weer een mythisch verhaal van Plato over een paradijs dat door hubris ten val kwam.. Het beeld van de opkomende zondvloed die de tempel van Poseidon verwoest, blijft me ontroeren.
Honora the Guardian escorted Bondi to a new save haven:
Bondi remembered a friend mentioning a safe space at The Sisters of Our Lady:
‘Ask for Sister Margareth!
On the road you will see the ruins of the war rumoured to hide many artefacts of the old times but also invested by several gangs.
Beyond that are the hunting grounds of the Mohawk who are at war with the Authority’s Vigilante Corps.
Avoid the main road!’
They decided to avoid the ruins… …cursed by fire from Heaven during the War… At the sight of the ruins in the distance, Bondi remembered nightmares of the battles… A road block…
Bondi and Honora tried to escape through the woods, but a couple of the thugs followed their trail… Confrontation at the ford: one thug down, one fleeing away to call reinforcements!
Evading the thugs, our heroes arrived at a Mohawk warcamp…
Using sign language, Honora started a palaver with the war-chief.
Apparently they had a very ill tribe-member.
Bondi offered some healing…
Looking at the patient, they discovered some bite marks As soon as Bondi put her holy symbol on the patient’s head, he started twitching as if having a seizure, apparently a vampiric infestation! They had to put the patient down…
The tribe was grateful for the help and were willing to listen to our heroes
Honora warned the tribe of approaching bandits…
Within an hour the tribe went packing!
Our heroes continued their journey, while they heard the sounds of a distant battle…
Did the tribe confronted the bandits or the vigilantes?
Escaping through the woods, arriving at a clearing… They found some traces of a boy scout party that recently made camp at this place:
Scattered teenage clothing, as if just lest behind!
Almost nightfall, time to rest.
Honora decided to take watch most of the time…
A sneak attack from behind…
The attacker already tried to put its claws around Honora’s neck, but was surprised by the opponent’s martial skill!
In a smooth move Honora grabbed the monster’s arm and threw it to the ground, following up with a quick axe swing through its neck!
After neutralising the monster, our heroes investigated the mystery of the vanishing boy-scouts, wondering what happened here.. Suddenly Sister Margareth appeared!
Hearing the song, the traveled wondered what would lay ahead.
Random thoughts: When they came for yours, you had the plan, the escape route already mapped… You may never reach a promised land, like the one you tell stories about, but you’ll find a home, if you can make it one… When things started to get bad, you knew whose side you needed to be on… You couldn’t stay where you were, could never spread your wings there
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth. The named is the mother of ten thousand things. Ever desireless, one can see the mystery. Ever desiring, one can see the manifestations. These two spring from the same source but differ in name; this appears as darkness. Darkness within darkness. The gate to all mystery.
Collapse of civilization didn’t happen everywhere at the same time, it’s happening in waves. Every day, more people fall out of the society. … For some reason we thought the collapse was going to hit everybody at the same time. But nothing happens like that: neatly, evenly. … Gangs roam the apocalyptic wasteland, and scarcity is becoming the norm. T he world is getting scarier, and just beyond our everyday perception, howling and hungry, there exists a psychic maelstrom. … Apocalypse is only a distant nightmare for the privileged, a cautionary tale about what might happen to them if they should fall from the master’s arms. You’d be surprised what one of those people would do to keep their society intact. Avery Alder
What happens outside the bastion of Gotham, where the privileged kids play at being wannabe guardian angels?
Several outcast banded together to create a safe space More than ever before, each is responsible for the survival and fate of community.
Let us look at one of the communities in the broken lands: Some tents clustered around a market nearby the sea in the east, in the south the great gathering tent, in the west the permaculture garden.
Free spirits trying to adapt to barren world, how would this work out? Some people try to gather surplus for the future, others prefer to celebrate life every time there is more than needed at the moment…
Spook, the Stitcher worked on creating a channel between the market and the sea, making a desalinisation system to transform seawater into grey water for the garden. Because the channel crossed the path between the gathering tent and the market, the organizers of the market and the gatherings protested strongly.
… The community was in disarray, when a Mohawk chief came with two horse warriors to demand tribute. Angler the Hawker tried to negotiate, but the chief was not satisfied. While the negotiation was going on, Spook sneaked up on the chief and backstabbed him! The horse warriors retreated immediately, not knowing that Spook also sabotaged their saddles to breakdown after a few hours riding.
Azure kept on shouting his prophecy, convincing Noni the Torch to spread the message. … An apocalyptic cult formed with Azure as prophet and Noni as leader, influencing a few tribes in the neighbourhood, even some Mohawk clans!
… A delegation from mainstream society decided to investigate the cult, armed men in black arrived in the community. They convinced the cult-leaders to come to Area 51 for further negotiation. The compound was heavily guarded and fortified, and outside the perimeter were many hovels built by refugiees. The cult-leaders were given a tough choice: working under jurisdiction of the men in black, allowing the influx of refugees in the community, otherwise the cult would be hunt down as being heretic. In the end the cult-leaders complied, hoping to be able to keep their ideals within the new administration.
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