Building Worlds

This is a little introduction to my offerings and my approaches to the modalities that I am weaving together. A small introduction to the story and ethos of the Worldbuilders' Tarot. It describes how astrology moves through me and the ways I am pushing at the edges of the system. The bridges I am building between sidereal and tropical astrology and between astrology and the Tarot. If you are interested in going deeper with me and these ideas you can join us in the Building Worlds Pod on Patreon for weekly ritual conversations, or email buildingworldspod@gmail.com for readingsThe Magicians Table is a learning container for mystics created by Britten Larue

This is a practice run of a workshop about tarot and artmaking, a space to open up a playful creative relationship with the cards. This is a taste of the kind of workshops and conversations we will be having in our community space - the Building Worlds Pod Patreon. Our first meeting will be Sunday December 8th! We will be discussing tarot and community in a similar format. The time is still up in the air so join the patreon now if you want to have a say in when we meet!

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Welcome to the first episode of Building WorldsThis episode is a guided mediation into deeper relationship with the elements around usFor more about this podcast or the worldbuilders tarot you can find us on instagram @worldbuilderstarot To reach out about tarot readings or anything else please contact buildingworldspod@gmail.comThe music in this episode is Wind of the Rainforest by Kevin MacLeod

In this episode we lay some of the ideological foundations of the deck. At the end I give a birds eye view of the major arcana through a poem that tracks the transformation of their traditional names to their new ones in this deck. A written copy of the poem is included below, with all card titles, new and old, capitalized. The Fool has been the Wonderer, shy of the prying eye and, free of shame, leaps The Magician, shedding pretense, becomes the Shaper who molds us through practice The High Priestess, cast aside for guarding too closely the veil beyond which our Ancestors lie The Empress, once decomposed, releveals to us the inherent Abundance of the world The Emperor, only bones, is fossilized deep within the mountain of Embodiment We turn away from the hierarchy of the Hierophant towards knowing through Reflection Lovers dissolve into Lovers The Chariot into Chrysalis, that carries us on a wind Into the awakening of Justice we open our eyes The Seeker might travel further than the Hermit could into the dark of the self Into The Eye Of The Storm where we find refuge from The Wheel Of Fortune From there emerges a Strength capable of holding a storm The Hanged One becomes Rooted to the earth which holds us tenderly through Death Whose dissolution carries us past Temperance and into The River. Whose flow runs beyond the Devil into Revolution and Evolution Change sweeps us into the Storm which has toppled the tower and built mountains The Star, shining, offers an elusive healing The Moon carries us through tides of change, hardening the armor that protects And we return to the Sun a child again Over the ruckus of Judgment we hear the Call, our Call That leads us home, safe in the womb of the World to grow To see ourself, the Patternist.