H. R. GIGER TAROT. H. R. Giger

mercy we often feel ourselves to be (even though they are a part of us). As a result, we often battle against them in their external projections. The focus here is on questions such as the following:

      • What do my own inner images bring into a situation?

      • How do I build (reconstruct) the given situation with the help of my senses and what contribution do I make towards the development of this situation?

      Allegory (Baphomet’s Invocation)

       In the first eon, I was the Great Spirit.

       In the second eon, Men knew me as the Horned God,

       Pangenitor Panphage.

       In the third eon, I was the Dark One, the Devil.

       In the fourth eon, Men know me not, for I am the

       Hidden one.

       In this new eon, I appear before you as Baphomet

      The God before all gods, who shall endure to the end of the Earth.

      Peter J. Carroll: Liber Null – Psychonaut

      York Beach, Me. (Samuel Weiser)

      1987, page 131f.

      Interpretation

       1 The Great Spirit (The Self)

      This card shows the great self, which is more than you are, yet nothing that exists outside of you. It may be what you call God, but perhaps it also disguises itself as the shadow. In any case, it looks after your interests and you can therefore call upon it in a personal way.

       2 The Horned One (The Other)

      In this card you encounter the unconscious fears lurking deep inside you. In the deepest levels of your brain, you are still enmeshed with the primitive forms of consciousness from the primal stage of human evolution. All dragons, spiders, and snakes, as well as the concepts of monsters and demons, are the patterns of past experiences, which emerge once more from the older parts of your brain. They have not disappeared because they are psycho-energetically charged. Deep within the subconscious you are still linked with them because they represent a portion of your psychological inheritance.

       3 The Devil (The Id)

      This picture depicts the Devil, frightening you because you repress him as the unacceptable part of yourself and because he compensates for your shortcomings – hidden from yourself – with his threatening behavior.

       4 The Hidden (The Superego)

      The fourth card represents what you recognize that you do not understand. This aspect feels sorry for itself because although it perceives the truth, no one listens to it. It is the mysterium magnum, which penetrates all the material bounds, understands all secrets, demands the truth, and recognizes God.

       5 Baphomet (The Light)

      This card shows everything-that-is, namely the cosmic consciousness that is aware of itself as a part of its own self and therefore points to itself. Cosmic consciousness represents the highest level of spiritual perception available to us.

      II THE GREEN ANGEL

      Questions

      Just like the first spread, this second method of laying the cards is appropriate when you have no concrete questions but would simply like to forage in the primal ooze of your unconscious mind. Use it to discover who you are outside of who you believe you are – beyond the ego with which you only identify to a limited degree because you suspect that someone else also exists here. If “Baphomet” (I) shows you what portion of your inner images you bring into a situation, “The Green Angel” personifies the images that the subconscious mind reflects back to you from the situation: These are the dark unconscious formations that are dramatized through your directions in the past.

      Allegory (The Green Angel)

       For a moment I am once again the one who sits at the writing desk staring into the crystal ball. Just for a brief fleeting moment I once again change into my forefather, John Dee, and stray into the oldest and most depraved quarter of Prague, not knowing where my feet will take me. I have the vague need to dive down into the muddy bed of the nameless, unscrupulous, irresponsible rabble that passes its mindless days in the pleasure of smoke-enveloped instinct and is only happy when belly and lechery are satisfied. What is the end of all endeavor? Weariness … loathing … doubt. The feces of nobility and the excrement of the mob are one and the same filth. The King digests the same things as the sewer sweeper. What an error to look up to the imperial in the Prague Castle as if looking up to Heaven! And what comes from the heavens? Fog and rain and the endless filthy watery snow. For hours I have waded through heavenly excrement that fell down sticky from the leaden heights. Heaven’s digestion: repulsive, disgusting, revolting. I notice that I have descended into the ghetto, to the exiled among the expelled: the asphyxiating stench of a people mercilessly assembled into a couple of laneways who beget, give birth, grow, and then die layered upon the putrefying dead in its graveyard. Living soul stacked upon living soul like herring in darkened spires. And they pray and await and crawl until the knees are bloody, and wait and wait … hundreds and hundreds of years for the Angel … for the fulfillment of their promise …

       What is your praying and waiting, John Dee, your belief and hope in the promises of the Green Angel, when compared to the waiting, believing, praying, expectation and hope of these wretched Hebrews? And God, the God of Isaac and Jacob, Elias and Daniel – is he no less a faithful God than his servant from the west window?

       A burning desire overcomes me to seek out the great Rabbi Löw and question him about the terrible secret of waiting for God …

       I know, somehow I know: I stand incarnate in the humble room of the cabalist Rabbi Löw. We have spoken of the sacrifice of Abraham and the unavoidable sacrifice God that demands from those who he wants to make his blood relatives... Dark and secretive words I have heard concerning a ritual knife that can only be seen by those whose eyes have been opened to those things of the other world invisible to the mortal human being: things more real and of greater consequence than things on Earth, which can only be suggested to the blind seeker through the signs of letters and figures. These mysterious words from the toothless mouth of an old madman cut me to the quick! Mad? Mad like his friend high up there in the castle … the imperial Rudolph von Hapsburg! Monarch and ghetto Jew: brothers in the secret … both gods in the laughable trumpery of their appearance … what is the difference?

       At my request, the cabalist drew my soul into his. I asked him to transport my soul. He refused; he said that it would crumble if he did so. It had to cling to his soul, which had become transcendental from the body belonging to the mortal world. Oh, how these words made me think of the silver shoe of Bartlett Green. Then Rabbi Löw touched me on the collarbone, like the petty thief in the prison of the Tower had once done. Then I see … see with the tearless, peaceful, imperturbable eyes of the old Rabbi … I see my wife Jane kneeling before Kelley in the same room of the house opposite “am Ring.” She believes she is struggling with him for my happiness, for gold, and the Angel. Kelley does not have access to the keys in my safekeeping, and therefore wants to use a crowbar to take the book and bullets from my trunk. He wants to slip out of Prague with his spoils under the cover of darkness and fog, leaving us in the grip of poverty and wretchedness. Jane protects the trunk with her body. She negotiates with the scoundrel. She pleads, and does not know what she is doing.