The Kindness of Stars
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smokingbootI cannot write of him yet. My hands stop at the keys. But writing will be good for me, it always is.
Woke at 4.05, went to the window to see a star hanging bright in the sky, clouds banded above and below it. Confused, my head throbbing because last night I got drunk in a way I have not done in years. How can it be Venus? I thought, this is the window through which the sun comes up. Took me a moment to remember she is the Morning as well as the Evening Star.
Bereft yesterday, I did something else not done in years; I cast an horary chart. The question Is he OK? was fatuous but pain is not clever. The ascendant was in a last degree which traditionally warns that the question comes too late and nothing can be done. Moving on, the chart seemed determined to bring me kind stories and lovely mythological profiles. First his parents; here Papa was represented by Mercury undergoing a rare astrological event; Cazimi it's called, when a planet is considered purified in the centre of the sun, the mind elevated and conjoined to the heart of the King. Mama? Signified here by Jupiter in its sign of exaltation, abundant, generous, Big.
But of him, where is he? I do not mean his dear little body but the spark, the soul of him. What was I asking exactly? Does the little girl want to know if her kitty is in Heaven? The pathos stings but still.
He was represented by the ruler of the sixth house, the portion of the chart which governs pets. Aries on the cusp gave him Mars, feisty boy, as his significator, find it and the astrologer finds him. Mars was in the eleventh house, the genial mansion of allies that classical astrologers called Bona Fortuna, the House of Good Spirit. The seventeenth century astrologer William Lilly called it the place of 'comfort and relief,' the safe harbour, all about security and restoration. There now. He's with good friends and all is kindness. Be comforted, child.
I have so many great memories about him, why bother with this stuff? Venus shining in the dark beyond my window. The reality is that I have lost him, and as I write it, begin to cry again. So yes, time to wrap myself in stories and stars. Tomorrow I will be wiser. Or not.
Woke at 4.05, went to the window to see a star hanging bright in the sky, clouds banded above and below it. Confused, my head throbbing because last night I got drunk in a way I have not done in years. How can it be Venus? I thought, this is the window through which the sun comes up. Took me a moment to remember she is the Morning as well as the Evening Star.
Bereft yesterday, I did something else not done in years; I cast an horary chart. The question Is he OK? was fatuous but pain is not clever. The ascendant was in a last degree which traditionally warns that the question comes too late and nothing can be done. Moving on, the chart seemed determined to bring me kind stories and lovely mythological profiles. First his parents; here Papa was represented by Mercury undergoing a rare astrological event; Cazimi it's called, when a planet is considered purified in the centre of the sun, the mind elevated and conjoined to the heart of the King. Mama? Signified here by Jupiter in its sign of exaltation, abundant, generous, Big.
But of him, where is he? I do not mean his dear little body but the spark, the soul of him. What was I asking exactly? Does the little girl want to know if her kitty is in Heaven? The pathos stings but still.
He was represented by the ruler of the sixth house, the portion of the chart which governs pets. Aries on the cusp gave him Mars, feisty boy, as his significator, find it and the astrologer finds him. Mars was in the eleventh house, the genial mansion of allies that classical astrologers called Bona Fortuna, the House of Good Spirit. The seventeenth century astrologer William Lilly called it the place of 'comfort and relief,' the safe harbour, all about security and restoration. There now. He's with good friends and all is kindness. Be comforted, child.
I have so many great memories about him, why bother with this stuff? Venus shining in the dark beyond my window. The reality is that I have lost him, and as I write it, begin to cry again. So yes, time to wrap myself in stories and stars. Tomorrow I will be wiser. Or not.
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Date: 2025-08-02 02:11 pm (UTC)Over the past 25 years or so, I've lost five companion animals that I loved, cats and dogs. Ancient, doddering Xena the Warrior Russell somehow slipped out of the house one night—it haunts me still to think of her dying in the dark & the cold, all alone & afraid—and Sir Rutger L'Orange stroked out quite suddenly.
But each of the others told me very clearly when they wanted to go, as I'm sure Ralik told you. It is a gift to help them go when they let you know it is time to go.
And I have absolutely no doubt you will meet up with Ralik again in one of your futures. Maybe he will be a cat, maybe he will be a human, but his essence will be the same, and you will immediately recognize each other.
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Date: 2025-08-03 07:20 am (UTC)And I have absolutely no doubt you will meet up with Ralik again in one of your futures. Maybe he will be a cat, maybe he will be a human, but his essence will be the same, and you will immediately recognize each other.
This brings me great comfort, thank you ❤️
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Date: 2025-08-02 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-03 07:21 am (UTC)