Dear {{first name | Reader}},

I am a prophet of lamentations. Out of tears I tell time. The crooners are the card-readers, the wailers are their clients. We wade deep in the water. Sometimes we float but we always gon’ flow. And like waves are always coming back and forth, blurring the past and future to make the present a palimpsest, I write and re-write, re-read, teach and teach again.

So as the “first” wave in a succession of class announcements to come, I am excited to share that I will be teaching Mortifier for Vault members September 20th, 1pm pst.

Hank Willis Thomas, Strange Fruit, 2011

In Mortifier we will survey a bit of the historic iconography of arcanum 12, discuss the body as a site of consumption, spectacle, the hangman’s noose and then some of the Black artists who strive toward suspension.

These artists pursue aesthetic modes to delay, unmoor, halt the dominant gaze, the trajectories, and the technologies of surveillance, domination and captivity. We will question the automatic association of agency with motility.

Red reading requires the emphasis of certain aesthetic modes be appropriate to ethical conditions. For in a such a reading, the querent comes to the red reader to create some kind of buffer zone around them and their vulnerable person. In the porosity of the divination, a solemn, rigid, rational solidity gives way, becoming a liquidity that manifests an opening between the self and the world.

The cards create a wedge in our experiential temporality, and strategically so. A red reader can diagram the architectures of white supremacy in their lives and the lives of their clients, internally and externally, so as to suspend that anti-black logic.

The red reading is a caring container for queer, marginalized bodies that holds them without suffocating or compressing their integral movements. Rather, this space becomes one that inspire acts of defiance, refusal, and charts potential space, place and times for alternative moves. Thus, to the traitors the Hanged Man turns.

The Hanged Man is one that reminds you how hard it is to stomach public executions. The Tower sends all the capitalists crashing to the ground but someone is suspended in space by the Hanged One. Their fall upward is an initiation, a peaceful abandon within a durational drag. A consciousness is clarified from a corporeality bound by white rope.

Beyonce, Lemonade

I last taught this at the Occult Humanities Conference in New York last fall. I closed out that day, and in the interest of time was able to finish the entire presentation. So I am very excited to presented this updated, revised class to you all. To sign up all you need to do is join the Vault!

The Vault is a monthly membership ($33/mo), which you means are you getting this class for a great deal! This class exists in my Fado container but am offering it to Vault members because how much I love this group. Sign up and youll be added to the email list with the zoom link.

When you join you get access to monthly meetings, an archive of past meetings, a new diviners support group, 3 libraries of texts on divinatin, decolonization, race, gender and queerness, and exclusive classes sent to you email weekly. You also get discounts for readings, early announcements, an exclusive discord access

I’d love to see you there and I can’t wait to share this class that is very dear to my heart. Here if you have any questions.

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