Category: Fragments
To approach the Feast of Saint John is to enter a layered territory where rural festivity conceals ancient codes, where Christian hagiography shadows older mysteries, and where the masculine blaze of the solstice meets a hidden feminine threshold. Officially anchored in the figure of John the Baptist, this midsummer ritual has been absorbed into folk…
Napoleon Bonaparte was born under a diurnal sect, with the Sun above the horizon as the dominant luminary of his chart. This marks him as aligned with the solar, outward-facing, authoritative current of fate: those destined to enact their spirit through visible force, public function, and sovereign will. But it is precisely this solar path…
Uranus now inhabits the anaretic degree of Taurus, the final and most perilous threshold in the cycle of a sign, a point long feared and revered by the Hermetic astrologers as the degree of fate, crisis, and irrevocable release. The Promethean planet enacts its most severe ordeal upon the fixed earth, driving Taurus to the…
The history of empires is the history of longing, projection, and the restless search for permanence in a world shaped by dissolution. Through the centuries, the idea of the Fifth Empire has haunted the Portuguese imagination and, by strange resonance, the hopes of mystics and visionaries far beyond its borders. But few concepts have been…
Across centuries, astrologers have sought to unearth the rhythms that bind human life to the stars, yearning for a system that may narrate not merely what happens, but when meaning descends. Among the most enigmatic gifts of the ancient tradition is the technique known as Zodiacal Releasing, a system not of daily weather, but of…
If interested in a personal liturgy and reading, please consult this portal. At the threshold of the solstice, as the Sun crosses into the zero degree of Cancer and the Moon, having just entered Taurus, wanes into her final quarter, the celestial architecture becomes a living parable for all that seeks shelter, renewal, and truth.…
In a culture paralysed by its own irony, where the sacred is either aestheticised or annihilated, the mere suggestion that a nightclub could function as a church is met with a sneer. Cultural critics and self-declared rationalists mock the notion as delusion, as metaphor stretched beyond its capacity. But what is being ridiculed is not…
In the reckoning of cycles, no moment is more charged than the solstice,when the Sun halts at its zenith, and the visible world, for one day, teeters between triumph and return. Beneath the cult of solar glory, another current moves: the silent sovereignty of the Moon. It is She who governs the threshold, She who…
There is a night every year when the Sun trembles on the very cusp of the heavens. It neither truly in Gemini, nor yet arrived in Cancer. This is the solstice threshold: a razor’s edge where the cycle of light itself hangs in the balance. To the ancients, the 29th degree of any sign, but…
Every sacred feast is also a map of absence, a liturgy of what remains at the threshold: longing, hunger, and exile. In the drama of Corpus Christi, as in the entire Western tradition, the body has so often been the absent guest: spoken of, disciplined, abstracted, and yet never fully welcomed to the centre of…
