Let’s Write a Book Together

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We all text message. Some are better than others some would say. It’s about whatever generates a feeling in you. It’s subjective. You already have your distinct style. Mine is to avoid text messaging. I prefer a typewriter.

You will find at Medium, it’s pure expression. This is an organic, living being growing here so let’s do our best to nurture and preserve it. For the freedom of expression it provides.

That said:

Every page of this book was written for my children.

And every page I write, every day, is also written for my children.

Love all, Serve All. Help ever. Hurt Never.

All is One,

-W.V.Carleton

Further dedication of this book goes to
Cardano Foundation
. Please consider the pages contained within as the one and only gold copy for distribution, as you see fit, so long as it’s clear that it be shared in the manner which it is found below. Still intact, on Southworth paper. Treat it like an NFT. One unit. All together. All one.

I suggest someone mint these pages into CNFTs, including me in the metadata as author. So if they sell in auction, I am commissioned for my work.

I hope you enjoy this book thoroughly. Please make it immutable. For the story contained within.

And just to reiterate so it’s clear, this book remains exactly as-is. If someone has questions or suggestions regarding passages, please leave these questions in the comments and I will offer feedback.

I may not provide all the answers but you have the best reference right here. This book is like a deck of Tarot cards now. It is living and breathing.

Of course I admit a few words could be replaced with others. I’ve tried it. Before I know it, it becomes unclear as to what the narrator meant a few chapters back, and the chapters crumble. I channeled this book, errors and all. It was chaos in harmony before it arrived. I decided to get out of the way and extract it. It’s intact. It’s working. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

I also ask that no one digitally scan the text, and/or rearrange items. As the Devil in Chapter 15 will return and spin this all into chaos again. In the end we’ll be right back where we started.
This Book Serves to Recognize the Unrecognized.

Two brilliant women — innovators — that have not received the proper recognition they deserve to this day are in this book. Women that have influenced the world, so much came from their art, their dedication, their beautiful creations. But they were stolen by men. Repurposed, after taking out key pages. And spattering color all over most of them like foolish children. Publishing it.

These women I speak about are Pixie and Ada. Whose souls breathe through these pages.

I felt their presence. I felt I was given an opportunity to write. I did the work. I got the hell out of the way of these brilliant innovators that were stripped of all they had. Not given the right to vote. Why? Because voting leads to change, that’s why. Voting gets people to listen. Pixie and Ada invented the impossible during impossible times.

For as long as I live, Pixie will be recognized as the true creator of Rider’s Tarot. She illustrated the pictures that are used by thousands of Tarot card makers because the images are now public domain. Pixie never saw a single penny from these royalties. And she doesn’t even get credit for her illustrations. You do not see Pixie’s Tarot anywhere but here. And no, that’s not an affiliate link. The name Smith may run in my family but that doesn’t mean I get to make money off of Pixie’s creations without first offering illustrations of my own in black and white, because her soul exists in the images that are printed to these cards. Or perhaps you haven’t noticed that yet. Read the book, you will.

I wish to see more of Pixie’s presence in the world. Her magic. Her poise. Her psychic ability. I want people to study the Tarot for the portal it becomes. I want people to stop reading for others until that happens. This is not the way Tarot is meant to be used. It is a personal tool that’s being used for gossip and speculation, mostly by women who are gossiping all the time as is, but now they have huge audiences. The wisdom of the Tarot should only be distributed if done with the conviction in mind that ALL IS ONE. Therefore what you see, is a mere reflection of current energies, floating around, offering a pitch to would be adventurers. You, as individual, choose which thoughts to entertain. Like cartridges in the set-top-box. Tarot presents to you the daily menu of videogames. So one person’s Chariot may be another person’s Devil, or Moon, you make it what you need it to be for you. Just know that every single iota of the magic in the Tarot is all Pixie. Give credit where credit is due.

Sometimes the cards make it clear the way you need to go. And then there are times when they’re drawn inverse, and you’re wondering what to say to the person hanging there in limbo waiting for an answer as to whether or not their spouse is cheating. You feel bad in those moments as a Tarot reader, don’t you? That’s why I don’t entertain inverse cards, unless I am in a session of writing. In that case, I must write a page for every inverse card to pour all that stuff into fiction, and turn its energy around. That’s what I do daily.

If an inverse card arrives, and it’s anything but the Ten of Swords, I say nope. No thanks. However I’ve been playing enough to where now I accept the Ten of Swords upright, because at least I know the hardest parts are over. So it can’t be that bad from this point onward. It’ll have a lesson contained within. It has to do with being better to others, which in turn means you’re being better to yourself. So the Ten of Swords is a good thing. All the cards are good. Pixie illustrated them so that women could change their lives. Women did.

By the time Pixie joined the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn she was well versed in the Tarot of Marseilles, and had some objections to popular interpretations. She presented her findings, and everyone was left in shock and awe. She seemed to know how to discover how everyone was feeling and thinking, and she started pouring this into her cards. 78 of them got illustrated in six-months’ time. Pixie worked non-stop.

During this time, she would walk past drunks on the street who had the right to vote, and women in charge of literally all domestic duties with no right. She went around England, having conversations with women, while she managed publications of her own in support of women’s suffrage. We are talking about a key person in history when we talk about Pixie. We are talking about a saint.

Pixie preferred the company of women. Why wouldn’t she? As a free thinker, mystic, and person with psychic abilities living in the late 19th-century England. A woman’s soul runs through the Rider Tarot. I recognize that. I see that. I surrender to that. And only then, do I offer what comes from that.

To manage the Tarot is to get out of the way. Or else you’re playing with too much power. Like trying to control an ocean wave when you should be surfing it. And this is why Pixie mainly taught women. The cards presented, were illustrated in black & white. No color. If a woman decided to color her deck, she could not show it to Pixie, nor anyone else, for it would distort the images that others had in their minds. It would be like shoving someone off their surfboard for no reason other than to say — look at me! No. The surfer you pushed is already underwater and having a relatively hard time reaching shore now. There’s a word for this, it’s called interference.

That is why whenever I offer my universal Tarot readings they are presented in gold. Through gold we reach the sun, and the sun is the heart that keeps us going. The heart and gold go hand in hand.

Speaking of heart, Ada Lovelace is already here. She is being recognized now finally, albeit not nearly as much as she should be. That said, she already has established the biggest decentralized network in the world, made of brilliant minds that wish to see humanity thrive. This will happen as a result of Cardano’s innovations. Which is why it is very important to thank Charles Hoskinson for having the courage to do something that everyone likely said would be a failure if he tried. Everyone but the folks who were closest and still are.

I hope you read this, Charles. I hope you enjoy it. I hope you tell people to come back and read it for themselves. It’s got a lot of love in it. And I wished to have it done by February 1st, so I could finally get back to Kriss Baird and let him know the book is done. Here it is. This is truly the one you want.

I would like to personally thank
J.R. Spiers
and
David Perlmutter
for contributing to this book, through your comments, support, (and highlights.)

(The images below are scans of the author’s typewritten pages and illustrations. Archived by date and page number in the top-left. Illustrations, when presented, are drawn using Blackwing pencils. All type gets printed on Southworth archive quality paper using a Smith-Corona Silent-Super typewriter from the 1950s. The paper is low-acid, watermarked, and date coded for authentication purposes.)

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