Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Get (side)real.

It's going to be my birthday soonish. (And I'm going to be older than the rocks ground down to make dirt. Older than dirt's dad.) This, coupled with an incredibly sleepless night the other night sent me back down the rabbithole of sidereal astrology, because I like punishing my brain by force-feeding it information when it refuses to sleep.

I say "back" down because, like a lot of people, I'm mostly familiar with western (read: tropical) astrology. A few years ago, there was a minor kerfluffle about everyone's astrological signs changing because, as it turns out, constellations don't actually stay in the same place very well. So, if you were born in December, Congratulations! You're an Ophiuchus now, and no, don't ask me what that means. I read about sidereal astrology, realized it'd involve more chart-making, and decided I wanted to nap instead.

Only, the thing is, nobody's signs were actually changing. The internet just becomes very silly when it discovers new (to it) information. Tropical astrology, which is mostly a thing in the western world, arose in the Hellenistic period and is based around the vernal equinox. Sidereal astrology, which is more of a thing in India, is based around the actual positions of the stars. Because things in space are notoriously terrible at staying in place, the two systems haven't exactly kept pace with each other over the past couple millennia or so. Go figure.

I don't know very much about astrology, compared to a lot of other people. Though I take the positions of the planets and stars into account when I'm doing spellwork, my actual birth signs don't matter that much to me. I'm interested in them and all, but, on a scale between zero and Buzzfeed Personality Test, it's like a seven most of the time.

Really, most of my interest lies in the fact that astrologers have somehow predicted that I will have brain problems and a stomachache basically always. That is more useful to me than knowing I like neatness and order and should wear a lot of earth tones. But I digress.

All of this is to say that I started reading about sidereal astrology again, which means I made my S.O. learn about it, too. He was not pleased by what he saw as an undesirable "shift" from Aries to Pisces, but I'm pretty stoked.

See, Virgos? They don't really have a great reputation. Pretty much every guide to Virgoan personalities points out that we're nitpicky, over-analytical, judgmental, and, perhaps worst of all, boring... but also level-headed and stable, so we've got that going for us. I've never really felt "at home" in the Virgo idea -- sure, there are some aspects that suit me (I like order, but who doesn't? Like, show me the person who actually prefers to live in chaos and filth) but most of them... Not so much. Even the rest of my chart doesn't really explain away why my sun sign felt like an itchy hand-me-down shirt, and I have less than no interest in most of the things that are supposed to excite Virgo sensibilities.

The sidereal concept of the Leo, though? Much better. Warts and all, even. The Virgo traits I felt within myself are still there, but tempered by Leo traits that match the parts of me that didn't fit the Virgo-sun-Gemini-moon-Gemini-ascendant-plus-assorted-planets I'd been taught about. I like it. It's got a more comfortable energy. A kind of leonine BDE, if you will.

I'd like to learn more (even if it involves more charts). I don't think it'll impact my life any more than tropical astrology did, but I can't help but be interested in where it leads.

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