воскресенье, 24 сентября 2017 г.

Tarot. Dance of the Shaman

Dance of the Shaman
This pack of tarot cards is still in process. The first ones to enter the scene of action were Major Arcana, as is proper for Fundamental Principals. Each Arcanum, starting from the Zero card, or The Fool, came out in turn showing iridescent facets of its manifestation in the world, from its basic, archetype meanings and relations to its deeper aspects hidden from the eyes of an outsider. For reasons known only to them, the Arcana chose their sequence. They guided me and subjected me to the circumstances through which I’ve been getting closer and closer to every one of them transforming myself in particular energy owned and personified by each Arcanum. Reliving it over again — since this is my second tarot deck in decades of practice — comparing and correlating my own experience with that of the others following the same path, and with the help of Powers, I have created my own language of expression which, being read, would open to a wayfarer many doors revealing mysteries of the Upper and the Lower world. And everyone holding this deck in his hands will, no doubt, recognize in it a living magical artifact, not just a set of pictures. That's what counts most — having a possibility of live communication by using a living instrument of such power and «all-inclusive» state that nothing else is required. You neither need to seek any «places of power», for it is you, following this path, who are expected to become a place of power in the end; nor do you have to engage extra helpers. It is all here, and all the doors are open. So, if your intentions are pure you might be able to come in.

среда, 19 июля 2017 г.






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