Astrology

[chironcentaur]

I may have to rethink my its full of crap position on astrology. Maybe my biggest problem with it was not knowing where to look.

I had my chart done by a friend, just to see if the actual breathing human working on it made a difference. And I got to ask the question what is it that makes me nothing like, and in many ways exactly opposite, of what

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[lorele]

I think your Sun sign is linked to your midheaven, usually -- it represents the 'day' persona -- the face you put on (ego) to the general public (superego), such as when you walk down the street to the corner store, even. Solar, the sun, sits at the center of our planetary system, and is always the hearthflame (even if that's Vesta/Hestia's Virgo territory, it's ruled by Leo because Leo is fire)

The setting sign is like coming home from work, or returning to your 'self'', rather than projecting the self that you know others want to see, or expect to see. If you're sufficiently anarchic enough (Aries-Taurus setting, roughly), you probably come back into yourself by following an stubborn impulse to do something fiery or earthy -- active and forceful -- but for yourself. Think of it like an act of liberating independence as the sun sets. The end of the 'day' phase, and the transitional (liminal) state into the 'night' phase.

The Moon sign strikes me as the 'night' persona -- the shadow or id. The desires, the self, and the inner self that nobody will ever truly know fully, unless they lived your life through your eyes and such. Relating to the nadir, it's the emotional side that comes out when you have finally taken off that facade from the day.

The rising sign, then, reflects the setting/descendant, because it is the end of your 'night'. It is when you finally have indulged and enjoyed being one with your emotions, and now have the desire or obligation to put on your face for others, again. No longer in the comfort of your own home and bed, you have to face the world again, and the rising sign is sort of reflective of the minor struggle everyone has every day, to wake up and decide how they are feeling today, and what their day is going to be like. The transition from night into day, the dawn, facing the witness and judgment of bright Helios (to borrow a line from the Limyran oracle) -- a metaphor for the superego and the interconnected and synchronistic reality of constantly bustling people in life. Every one of them could be a messenger from Hermes, now couldn't they?