The Collective Unconscious.*

a coworker told me something amazing yesterday. she had a very intense, realistic dream that i brought her dead cat back to life using a lock of fur. i was really worried that he would come back wrong but he was great, & she was really thankful & happy. on the same night, i also had one of the most intense, enjoyable dreams of my life: i was a witch, powerful & looking through underground, ancient, occult libraries & discovering secret tarot cards to uncover a royal farce. i was flying over green hills (ireland?) trying to bring justice to the kingdom and uncovering a false prince, exploring beautiful, mythical lands & people & i was very powerful. this made us both think of the idea of the collective unconscious & the collective memory. i am a firm believer that these dreams are no coincidence. certain stones can really increase psychic visions & aid in tapping into these states....try it & practice developing your third eye. read about dreamtime crystals here. sweet dreams.*

Tarot and the Golden Proportion.*

our beloved alejandro teamed up with philippe camoin, a descendent of nocholas conver, who was a master cardmaker and engraver for the king's court back in 1760. they revived all 78 of the original tarot cards and found that much of the significant imagery and many symbols were erased over the years. there are complex structures that connect the cards to one another, and even the golden proportion, the ratio that was used to build cathedrals and pyramids, fits into the picture. jodorowsky's research concludes that the Tarot of Marseille is real, OG deck- a blend of arabic, aztec, jewish, and christian traditions that emerged from the first century. "In truth, tarot is anonymous, because it's sacred art, and all sacred arts are anonymous. It comes from dreams and the collective unconscious."*




although i still really love other decks aesthetically, such as this dali deck:

from the la luna tarot collection blog.

Psychomagic & Alajandro Jodorowsky.*

Chilean writer, filmmaker, playwright, historian, composer, healer, mystic, tarot master, founder and psychomagic and psychoshamanism. AND he likes cross-eyed cats! much love for this 80 year-old genius-babe.*






Alejandro Jodorowsky, Fabula 52, June 9, 1968, from centerfortheaestheticrevolution.blogspot.com.



"Magic is in beliefs, in superstitions; it seeks to dominate the outside world with rituals and symbols. Psychomagic is the control of the internal world, of a world outside of all superstition, and of all self-deception. I am mortal, but how can I think that I'm powerful when there's this enormous universe of eternity and infinity? What right do I have to talk about such power? My power is that of knowing myself. On the facades of Greek temples was written the phrase, "KNOW THYSELF." Once can't know anything more than that. Reality is not what it was, it's not what it will be, it's not what you want it to be. It is what it is. There's nothing nonessential about it, just things as they are. When we enter into what things are, we are in magic...We are shaped by the forest, which is society and transmits time, history, the past, and culture."*

They Don't Make Freaks Life They Used To, Baby.*

while the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn connected qabalah, tarot, geomancy, divination, astral travel, eastern and western mysticism, and alchemy, aleister crowley took it the farthest and developed his own religious philosophy, Thelema. great libertine, occulist, ritual and ceremonial magician, hedonist, drug-user, poet, mystic, prophet of the Aeon of Horus, and proponent of the philosophy "Do What Thou Wilt," he was basically The Man. crowley was also an artist, mountaineer, heroin addict, excellent chess player, writer, poet, and leader of a sex cult – otherwise known as “the wickedest man in the world”. aleister killed his first cat aged 11, and was linked throughout his life to rumors of infanticide and cannibalism. He caught gonorrhea before he even got to university, was openly bisexual, and would often brand his lovers with magic symbols on their chest.... he also liked to wear a talisman around his neck called segelah, which was smeared with dried semen and menstrual blood. but enough about the man, i’ll let his poetry do the talking: “stab your demoniac smile to my brain,/ soak me in cognac, cunt and cocaine." where are all the mystical babes like this nowadays?*





*for more witty commentary on weird shit, check out this girl at wanderlust.