It's Saturday morning, not really much to add, but that never stopped me before. I have desk duty at the barracks, which I really don't mind too much, as it's a Saturday, and if you call me up drunk as a skunk, I will go pick you up, and ensure you get yourself home- just don't want you puking in my car, if you get my drift. Apart from that, barracks duty usually involves sit at the desk, chew the fat with whomever happens to be walking by at the time, and answer the phone once in a while, usually towards the beginning of the shift, as that's when everyone gets settled in. Today I'm pulling duty with a friend of mine who reminds me for all the world of Rorschach from Watchmen, both in physical appearance and weird mannerisms, although I'm pretty sure I've never seen him in a mask and fedora, or that cool pinstripe suit. They never explained where he got the grappling gun from, though!
So I'm looking forward to settling in and getting some reading done- there's an author I've been reading a good deal of lately that I'd recommend, Elizabeth Peters- her main female heroine is kind of a cross between Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot and Indiana Jones, set in Victorian era-Egypt, where she is one of a family of Egyptologists of various specialties. All in all, a very interesting portrayal of both Egypt, and Victorian Europe- and a really good read, too. I've always wanted to go to Egypt! Maybe when I retire.
The picture above is yet another Tarot card, this one taken from a newer deck, though I'm not sure of the name, or if it's even published at this point. It reminds me of an old woodcut by one Nicholas Flammarion, something about an alchemist- the alchemist finds a rent in the fabric of the universe, or the veil that is said to fall over our understanding, and peeks through to see the celestial spheres in their motions. Though this is certainly not limited to the Death card of the Tarot, this seems to be a recurring theme in my own life. At this point, my decision not to reenlist remains unchanged, though neither is it set in stone. It may be that there is no position open for me- the hand of fate, one might say. Very well then. Yet throughout all of this,all the frustration and anger and disappointment, that sense of pulling aside the veil is present. My readings have improved a thousand percent, yet I no longer strictly adhere to the cards- not that I just make stuff up, rather I see the suggestions contained in each card- how this meaning applies to this particular point, and so on. The cards themselves are like ideograms, if that's the right word- each pictorial representation carries a general sense or message- that message can be interpreted in a number of ways.
The picture above is yet another Tarot card, this one taken from a newer deck, though I'm not sure of the name, or if it's even published at this point. It reminds me of an old woodcut by one Nicholas Flammarion, something about an alchemist- the alchemist finds a rent in the fabric of the universe, or the veil that is said to fall over our understanding, and peeks through to see the celestial spheres in their motions. Though this is certainly not limited to the Death card of the Tarot, this seems to be a recurring theme in my own life. At this point, my decision not to reenlist remains unchanged, though neither is it set in stone. It may be that there is no position open for me- the hand of fate, one might say. Very well then. Yet throughout all of this,all the frustration and anger and disappointment, that sense of pulling aside the veil is present. My readings have improved a thousand percent, yet I no longer strictly adhere to the cards- not that I just make stuff up, rather I see the suggestions contained in each card- how this meaning applies to this particular point, and so on. The cards themselves are like ideograms, if that's the right word- each pictorial representation carries a general sense or message- that message can be interpreted in a number of ways.
This is somewhat tangential to the point I was making though. There's a good deal at work here, and a good deal I don't understand. I'm not the center of my own life, I'm just kind of here- a force to be reckoned with, don't get me wrong, but nonetheless, there is a greater purpose and design. I try to align my own interests, or perhaps rather try to understand how my own best interests are already aligned with this design, and press on. Thus, nothing happens without a reason- be that reason karma, or some greater, perhaps even esoteric design. It's odd to think, and odd to find myself a player in this confusing and complex little dramatis personae, yet as Walter Cronkite liked to point out, that's just the way it is. I hope I'm not repeating myself needlessly, that is, going over the same old ground again and again. I've noticed people with strong Air affiliations tend to occasionally get caught up in their own minds, sometimes losing touch with the world around them temporarily. Well, it takes all kinds, on the other hand.
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