living the dream

Way back in the Nineteen Seventies, my granddad quit smoking cigarettes. He said doctors had sufficiently proven to him that cigarettes caused cancer, and he said that anyone who still smoked the things was a fool. He explained that quitting wasn't hard. All he had to worry about was that first cigarette of the day. All he had to do was not smoke that first one.

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Sublimation, in seventy-eight steps, or First of the first

Another little side project I'm going to fit in, while doing everything else, is explore Aleister Crowley's Thoth tarot deck card-by-card. I've been using the same deck for over twenty years now. It makes sense to me, but the information is so dense! I'm hoping to distill some of it down for ease of personal use. By going through them as they manifest on the Tree of Life, including how the trumps correspond to the paths, I hope to gain a little insight.

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After the Climax is the Denouement

When I started this blog mini-series, I said that I wanted to know what it was like to be a taxi driver, and now I feel like I had a good taste. It was just as fun as I had imagined to meet and interact with the full spectrum of people in my town. At moments, it was also as terrifying as I had imagined. The worst ride ever, even worse than almost getting shot, even worse than listening to passengers puke in the gutter, even worse than all of it, was Jordan.

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Sour times

The time of night around 2-3AM is my favorite time of the day. There is something cosmic that happens to the brain at that time. Maybe it has something to do with being an artist. Maybe we're more sensitive to the shift. I have a bunch of artist friends who say they experience the same thing early in the morning: the world quiets down, and there is a mental static that fades from the mind when everyone for miles around you is sleeping. It's like the collective subconscious quiets, and the mind opens up and tunes into the divine, channeling inspiration from the ether.

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