Firdaria is a system born from the medieval imagination. A chronology of planetary periods designed to map the soul’s journey through time. Rooted in Persian and Arabic astrology, Firdaria assigns each planet (and, in the night sequence, also the North and South Lunar Nodes) a reign over distinct chapters of a human life. Each era shapes the texture and color of experience, the “voice” of fate modulating as the planets hand the scepter one to another.
Yet the Nodes, those lunar shadows (Rahu and Ketu, Head and Tail of the Dragon) defy the clarity of planetary succession. Their periods, unlike those of Sun, Moon, or Saturn, are shrouded in uncertainty. Some astrologers dispute the precise length, others their sequence, and some omit them altogether.
What then is their place?
Here, at the threshold of vision, a paradox reveals itself:
The Lunar Nodes in Firdaria are not bound by chronological succession. They are the presence beneath the sequence, the pulse at the root of becoming. They are not allotted a fixed reign because they reign always, haunting every threshold, coloring every planetary period with the question of direction, memory, and fate.
To journey North is to walk into becoming, toward the untried, the as-yet-unknown, dragged onward by the insatiable hunger of the Head. To cleanse to the South is to empty, release, return: offering back what can no longer be carried, what must be laid at the altar of memory.
There is no era in which the Nodes are not present. The mythic path is a braid: every ascent (North) is twined with a relinquishing (South), every planetary sovereign carries the mark of the Dragon’s path. Firdaria becomes not a ladder, but a labyrinth; the Nodes its ever-present threshold, calling the seeker to move, to release, to hunger, to heal.
The mirror does not reflect a single reign of Rahu or Ketu. It shows their eyes at every turning, a shadow and a star upon each hour. Wherever the cycle of Firdaria leads, either through the heat of Mars, the austerity of Saturn, the flowering of Venus, or the labyrinth of Mercury, the presence of the Nodes endures. They are the ghosts beneath the hourglass, the unseen current that shapes each planetary sovereign’s reign. Even as the chronicle of life proceeds, marked by beginnings and endings, arrivals and departures, the Nodes remain unyielding, a dual axis about which all fate turns.
