#thoth tarot

Hymn to Fortune, the Turning Crown

O Wheel concealed within the womb of stars, Thou sapphire engine of the Infinite, Whose axle pierces the unmoving heart Of Silence before creation—

Turn now.

By the thunder-breath of Jupiter, By the amethyst sceptre of expansion, By the twelvefold palace of the zodiac And the hidden thirteenth gate between worlds, Turn the golden circumference of becoming.

Upon Thy rim ascend the crowned and fallen, The serpent of involution coils downward, The jackal-headed guardian climbs through shadow, And the sphinx, enthroned above all change, Keeps the question no mortal tongue may answer.

O Fortune, Thou art not chance, But the secret arithmetic of consequence; Not chaos, But the spiral scripture of recurrence; Not fate imposed from without, But the ripened seed of causes Returning through the gardens of time.

Thy blessing is motion.

Where the soul has hardened into stone, Thou sendest the earthquake of awakening. Where sorrow has named itself eternal, Thou openest an unseen door. Where the road has vanished beneath night, Thou causest a new constellation to rise Within the traveler’s blood.

Turn the wheel of loss into wisdom. Turn the wheel of waiting into ripeness. Turn the wheel of exile into pilgrimage. Turn the wheel of fear into sacred velocity. Turn the wheel of poverty into fertile vision. Turn the wheel of ending into the black gate Through which the scarlet phoenix ascends.

O Lord of the Vault of Heaven, Great Benefic robed in indigo fire, Pour forth the wine of possibility. Enlarge the vessel of the spirit. Break the narrow circles of former limitation. Lead the seeker beyond the walls Built by old names, old wounds, and old defeats.

May fortunate conjunctions gather unseen. May the lost thread return to the hand. May the necessary meeting occur. May the sealed season open. May the right wind enter the sail At the hour appointed by the stars.

Yet grant also the wisdom of the sphinx: To remain centered while kingdoms revolve, To neither cling to the summit Nor curse the descent, To know that every height is temporary, Every abyss contains a hidden stair, And the still point within the turning Is the throne of the awakened soul.

Fortune, mighty glyph of Kaph, Palm of the cosmic hand, Receive my life as clay upon Thy axis. Shape without shattering. Change without scattering. Expand without excess. Reveal the pattern beneath the confusion.

Let synchronicity become my herald. Let courage become my offering. Let gratitude become my talisman. Let adaptability become my sacred art.

I welcome the turning.

I bless what rises. I release what falls. I honor what returns. I prepare for what has never yet appeared.

For no wheel turns forever in one direction, No night possesses the heavens, No chain survives the final revolution Of the liberated will.

O Fortune, Roll Thy thunder through my destiny. Awaken the sleeping gates. Bring movement to the stagnant waters. Bring increase to worthy labors. Bring companions to the solitary road. Bring revelation to the bewildered heart. Bring opportunity clothed in strange garments, That I may recognize the blessing Before it passes into another life.

And when Thy wheel carries me upward, May I rise without arrogance. When Thy wheel lowers me into shadow, May I descend without despair. For I am neither summit nor abyss, Neither triumph nor ruin—

I am the witness at the center, The secret star within the mechanism, The silent flame no turning can extinguish.

So turn, O Wheel of Jupiter. Turn through flesh, dream, season, and aeon. Turn until every accident reveals its oracle, Every delay reveals its initiation, Every ending reveals its concealed beginning.

Turn until destiny remembers my name.

Turn until the heavens open.

The Root of Flame

Before the stars received their names, before the serpent traced the heavens, a single ember stirred within the black womb of Ain Soph.

From the Crown descended the first red whisper of becoming— the secret thunder of Kether clothed in the scarlet robes of Fire.

O Phallic Flame of the Uncreated, scepter of will, wand of the wandering Logos, you pierce the silence of the abyss and command the sleeping worlds to rise.

Within your burning branch coil the salamander, the lion, the solar serpent, and the lightning-blood of the Magus.

You are not yet the deed, nor the kingdom built by the hand— you are the holy urge before motion, the ecstatic pressure of destiny seeking form.

By your blaze, the dead wood remembers the forest. By your heat, the frozen heart recalls its star. By your terrible blessing, desire becomes sacrament and courage becomes invocation.

O Root of the Powers of Fire, ignite the hidden altar within me. Consume hesitation, consecrate instinct, and make of my will a torch carried through the night.

Let every spark become a sigil, every breath a furnace, every action a flaming hieroglyph written upon the body of the world.

Benediction of the Fallen Crown

Ten blades eclipse the counterfeit sun, and Ruin speaks through the shattered Sephiroth.

Let every false dominion perish. Let exhausted thought consume its final mask.

From the blackened altar of Gemini rises the hidden blessing— the merciful end, the severed chain, the silence after the last illusion dies.

Guess who's back, back again? 🙏😹✨ Today our Prince has divine understanding of his creative vision, so much so that he must check that his pride does not make him arrogant. Don't get me wrong, he has every right to be proud of what he is accomplishing; it is no small feat to continuously re-direct the mind back to the great work at hand, especially when you have a million other genius stray thoughts a day. The success of his labour is really beginning to show, and he's starting to see the true strength of his power for himself, just try and remember to remain virtuous and on the true path. It would be a great shame to allow arrogance to sidetrack you now.

As an end note: The Prince of Swords story has been unraveling for a while now:

On the 30th of May we see him with the Ace of Disks figuring out how to manifest one of his most genius ideas.

[Link to reading here]

On the 11th of June we see him again with the 3 of Disks working on the very ideas he was formulating in his first appearance.

[Link to reading here]

On the 27th of June he appears again with the Aeon, self realised and inflamed with his calling:

[Link to reading here]

And now he appears again, cocksure, moving ever closer to success. 💥

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Thoth Tarot

A surprisingly underrated system. Most well-known decks are based on Rider-Waite, but this is a completely different system—devised by Aleister Crowley. And, oh stars, this is my system.

My history with Tarot is rather sad, actually. I got my first deck when I was about 14. And... it just didn't click. More decks came. And... nothing? Yes, I loved them, but I didn't feel that special connection, you know? It wasn't it.

Then this spring, at 19, I bought my Thoth Tarot deck. This deck turned out to be the one. Now I use it for everything. The other decks come into my hands maybe once a month, kept safe in a little box. But this deck occupies a place of honour on my desk and never leaves it. That's how close it has become.

Although this system is, in many ways, cruder and darker, it struck me as the most welcoming. With this deck, I finally began to get closer to the Tarot as a whole. After Thoth came into my life, I started feeling unity with the other decks too. It became my guide into the world of Tarot.

As for "my cards"—definitely the Prince of Discs and the Fool. They come up all the time, in almost every reading. They really sum me up. The Fool: an unexpected, chaotic start to something new. The Prince of Discs: a slow, persistent builder, working in the dark while no one watches, moving brick by brick toward success. Polar opposites—but both mine. And the deck makes this clear. It's the only deck that communicates with me so sincerely.

What does this deck feel like? Oh, it's a shame you don't know my native language—there's a perfect song. But I did my best to pick something that feels right. Several songs, actually. It's a complicated relationship. This deck is my guide, my dearest refuge. Thanks to it, I finally understood this world and truly wanted to become part of it.

What does it smell like? The scent of wind, of some other world. Cold. Wet petals. A waterfall. First snow. But none of this in a grim sense—rather tranquillity. Contemplation.

The Empress is using methods that are scientifically proven to bring about harmony and growth. Looking after ourselves, and others, is just as much of a science as it is an art. Figuring out the ways that actually make us feel better takes persistent observation, and careful documentation, of what does and doesn't help. This is one of the most clever and caring ways of showing true love.

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The Cup of the Tenth Gate

Behold the Grail multiplied in the deep blue womb, ten chalices crowned with the wine of the Hidden Name. Mars sleeps in Pisces, his spear dissolved in mercy, his iron made hymn, his fire made holy rain.

From the abyss of longing rises the lotus of completion, each cup a moon, each drop a star remembered. The heart, once exiled, returns to the celestial table, where love pours beyond desire into radiant peace.