Natal Reading for the Universe

Thema Mundi by I, Meredith Garstin, CC BY-SA 3.0

You were born before dawn in the height of Summer, with a waning crescent Moon rising in the East.

Everyone in the room cried with you as you took your first breath. They cried tears of the joy that filled your new home, tears of relief at the hard work of your coming, and tears of pain for the hard work that would now begin.

The tears splattered in the dirt. At that moment, Saturn was setting in the West.

Soon, the midsummer Sun would rise proudly, and your first day would begin. All eyes would be upon you, lovingly gazing, nourishing your new life.

Word spread quickly of your arrival to the furthest corners. Not one address was missed by the announcement.

Mothering love dignified all the guests who came to meet you, just as it dignified you yourself.

You immediately began to draw from this love. You were hungry. Tasting everything placed before you, seeking more when that was gone.

You always found the frontiers of your life. But you always returned with a bounty for everyone. You never forgot the faith that was shown to you, and you returned it in kind.

Yours would be a fiery life — a bold and sometimes brutal one. Complexity would weigh upon it. Mystery would deepen it. Always you would find and share the abundance in this.

And in your private, innermost moments, you would wonder, “Who am I?” and never need to know the answer.