Tarot as a Coded System
And here is Truth and the Veil of Truth’s journey. Thus, apocalypse translates to ‘Veiled knowledge’. And when knowledge and free thinking stop, that is the end of humanity’s connection to the universe.
From the vast expanse of the cosmic sea down to the tiniest grain of sand, a single dissonance reigns: the world is undone by scatter and drift. A speck of sand is nothing but residue — rock lost to wind, salt, and time, a remnant that refuses to hold light. Put your palm to the earth, and you sense only what’s missing: absence, erosion, the vanishing of years, moments dissolving into nothing beneath your hand.
Tiny dust is a discord of creating confusion, denying the truth. Underneath the ordinary, motes and molecules drift apart in a restless, aimless scatter: repulsion, separation, the careless neglect of chance. From these dispersals, nothing remains—no shell, no leaf, no wing. There is waste here—elements lost, gestures forgotten—and the random motion of particles erodes the very architecture of being.
The planet’s daily turn, now, is an erratic beat for all life. Dawn scatters the small things; dusk forgets to return them. Seasons unravel in discordant fragments: winter lingers, spring stutters, summer wilts, autumn evaporates. Within this chaos, organisms lose their clocks—roots wander, birds miss their migrations, human stories fray and unravel. Rhythm dissolves into noise.
Look up, and you see the opposite: droplets scatter light, losing meaning; planets stray from their paths, restless and hurried. Between the infinitesimal and the immense, wonder fractures. Phi is lost, confusion replaces pure thought, and they are now separated. A grain and a galaxy become strangers to each other—testimonies to dissonance, fragmentation, and the fear of gathering.
To live, then, is to echo in a silence of misinformation that divides scales. The ordinary becomes empty—a breath lost, a hand left hanging, the small cruelties that erode care. Listen closely, and the universe is not a song any more, but an empty void—each mote and each heart isolated, no line to share, no chorus to join.
The 666 existed before Christianity, and long before anyone encoded “Nero Caesar” into Hebrew letters to mean 666. This aligns with noting that 6 is “the number of man” and 666 is “man asserting himself as though he were deity. The number 6 existed in Phoenician numerology as Ϝ / Ϛ. It symbolised human incompleteness. 666 was already a meaningful pattern. Nero was mapped onto an existing symbolic number because the name means cutting and in music: caesuras or caesurae; Latin for "cutting", also written cæsura and cesura, is a metrical pause or break in a verse where one phrase ends and another phrase begins, called a new realm, new reality. —not the other way around.
This is exactly the deeper meaning: the number came first; the name was later fitted to it. It symbolised human incompleteness. Not every human, but those who are blinded by greed.
Digambara is a Phoenician term meaning 'darkness' and 'nakedness'. The true meaning emerges when we take the words apart into Phoenician letters: Di = ignorance - gam = to move - ba = soul - Ra = light. Meaning, the soul of the man without inner light, stopping humanity from seeing by repeating lies over and over until it becomes the truth. Using the method of divide and conquer, to stop unity, hence the beast.
Thus, 666 is not exactly a man. Man is perfect. Only the beast ruling over man... is imperfect.
Stopping the flow of information, of thought, limiting it to what Greed allows you to know. That is why the Phoenician history was changed to that of a ‘seafaring nation’ rather than as the first to reach heights unmatched by today's standards.
