The thing that blows me away about astrology is that there is an imprint of “energy” somewhere in the aether for every single thing that manifests at any given moment. People, thoughts, books, movies, organizations, countries, opening a new business, making a purchase, saying hello for the first time to a soul you will spend your life with, the onset of an illness, a question asked in silent prayer, and on and on and on…

Every action and intention into this reality has a chart of energy that has made itself permanent. If I could “see” all these iterations of manifestation, I envision seeing billions of lines of energy swirling around me in the interactions they make with each other and every other iteration. I would realize that I am swimming in it.

And I would see my nexus as well.

And yours.

And realize that every single strand contains some degree of meaning that explains its existence.

And this interaction with my nexus of meaning is further augmented into something that explains the necessity of that combination as well.

I guess what I’m saying is that eventually you get to a point in your understanding of this art when you’re not completely present anymore. You are here, but in-between, in constant meditation of every chart possibility swirling around, yearning to track down those iterations so you can better understand existence.

How is this not what beauty must be? The realization of a universe that is truly alive. Prisms of intelligence in the form of charts of meaning exploding everywhere.

The world does not understand this about astrology…

…what it really is…

…but it will one day.