This is the Hor’ver© image that sent the hairs on the back of my neck dancing. I love it when I turn the opacity down on that last flip meld and watch as it all slowly appears, today Art Appeared in back and white, it was as obvious an tits on a bull.
Presenting a blue Art X Ivy as I call her (my car is called IVY too as its plates are IV7) .…. she has that same dress on and look at the Janus face…
My feet didn’t touch the floor as I was rushing off to meld the both together and see what I could see .. well ok I lie my feet were in the floor and i was sitting at my old laptop firing up my folders to see what was under the combination I had never thought of..
I didn’t expect to see me .. but here we are ..
now i am wondering if there is mention of princey princess in Art or vice versa.
Presenting
the key to Art or the Art Key to the Prince of Cups
61 Percent Opacity
Same Size Prince Card as Ivy Art looks perfect. The 3 in 1
50 Percent Opacity
Larger Prince Card than Ivy Art still looks perfect. The 3 in 1
50 Percent Opacity
Same Size Prince Card as Ivy Art looks perfect. The 3 in 1
20th January 2025 discovery
Prince Of Cups Key to Art XIV
I was reworking my prince of cups today with a new angle o the Horver to make it all precise when I had a “Bingo” Lon call and noticed something in my HorFlip of the Prince of Cups that astounded me so much that I had to get up from my desk and walk over to the tarot wheel table where Botl and BoTh were sitting along with the cards and the plans that Cronos had shown me in Doth after I caught the “temple” voice out on lies around three times. More on that as it is written in DOTh — Reflections of.
I walked over, took a drink from my water jug and picked up the drawing. Cronos had reached over my shoulder when I said I can’t draw.
Cronos said “I will teach you, and I felt that familiar hand over mine reach from over my left shoulder and guided my pencil, before I had drawn the S I knew where my hand was going, I was as much driving it as t was being guided. it did form what I had been thinking, I instantly saw “their historical fatal mistake” and I instantly saw the perfect self perpetuating system as the 2d drawing appeared on the paper, in my mind it unfolded and unfolded into the perfect shape.
I sat frozen feeling the warmth around me, it was a moment of vindication, of relief in a way and a high five fuck you to all. I had believed, I had loved, and I had held that in my heart. But most of all in the end I had trusted. I had gone back to my swan name on the spring *autumn equinox and then a month or so later after a series of co incidence and synchronicity slapped me so hard that I said loudly “ok I give up.. I can’t deny this anymore.. I am following this instinct”. “bringing in the rain fertility happened” the volcano adventure the natural springs and the billabong.. the garden of broken dreams and Pachamama …
it was all there .. I was being basted and basting myself for my huge genetic level dna changes and then along came lon… lon lyon Lon lie’s triggered my transmutation in November around my birthday which began the ball rolling…
I still didn’t get on board with what was going on until that fired up real hot during the chiron merc retrograde and Crowley Death day 21 days of DoTh up to that moment of me kissing no ass on the winter/summer solstice the sun was born. The southern Sun is a woman, a beautiful woman who lit a fire to warm her people. She didn’t need to steal the fire because she already had it inside her and her people respected her so much and they loved her deeds as well as her. She is still the legend, she is still talked about today, she is still warming her people in the great southern lands.
SO at the end of doth when I was bid farewell from the communication.. no wait that was two day after the Swan, I had two more days of questions and answers.. over all it was no time and yet all time..centuries and an instant.
and yes it was the 19th the day of the sun.. .. here it was in front of me…perfection.….. . it was him .….but there was more..I cried. my swan. it was also mother and father and sister … it is hard to explain that bit i will find words ..
so beautiful, so obvious ..Crowley writes of it..when he wrote of it it sent chills up my spine, i was riding the swan and I remeber how that amazing ting feels like .. no gravity, no weight no where no time…
the Swan is in legends, ballets, pageants, fairy tales 12, the 9 the 6, the 3 swans.… it is all the Swan… with me in his back. .. but its not Zeus .. it am Zeus and Hades and Poseidon — Gaia mother earth Terra Teragram Margaret… and I am the pearl of Cronos… the crone.. the crow the magpie blackbird has spoken, like the first word and I am an eagle, kestrel a hawk a kookaburra and a phenix and rainbow lorikeet .. I am actually called the bird lady and the bird kidnapper in life here. and yet they are all names I am no name … O
The Great Grandmother Babalon the daughter neve goes to the mother .. the daughter of the daughter goes to the grandmother knowing royal line.