Stars

Throughout the ages, man has looked to the stars. For inspiration, forecast, even belonging. The stars are the companions of the night, and in so are the keepers of histories for the ancients.

Mythologies have taken many a page from these stars and groomed them to galore and eternal regale.

The constellations of sky

All the notable stars in the sky are listed across different cultures. Over time, I’ll keep expanding more information about them in terms of mythologies and astrology.

The constellations are listed in 12 quadrants (which in Sanskrit used to be known as Vithi). 30 degrees, east to west. In each of them, the constellations are ordered north to south. This should be indicative of their positions to each other, up to down, for cognition.

Click on the names of the constellation, you’ll be taken to the post. The smaller ones with few or no significant stars are clubbed together in the same post, but will appear differently in this list. The Sanskrit name for all of them is given, along with few other names for them. More details will keep getting updated periodically.

The stars through the zodiac :

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

There can be found a few articles on the stars, specifically from Indian astronomy and mythology.

Go through the list and see if it interests you.

And some poetry on the stars

This week's transits of the Zodiac

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"PraisingOnly one who has raised the lyre Praising, that’s it! As one ordered to praisehe emerged like the ore from the silent stone.

His heart, O the transient wine-press, among mankind, of an inexhaustible wine.

When the divine mode grips him, the voice in his mouth never fails.

All becomes vineyard, all becomes grape, grown riper in his feeling’s south.

Neither the must in the tombs of the kings nor from the gods that a shadow falls, detracts at all from his praising.

He’s a messenger, who always remains, still holding far through the doors of the dead a dish with fruit they can praise.

Only one who has raised the lyre already, among the shades, may sense how to return the unending praise.

Only one who, with the dead, ate of the poppy, theirs, from them, will not lose the slightest note ever again.

Wish even the image in the pond that blurs for us, often: know the reflection.

Only within the double sphere will the voices become kind, and eternal.

Praising | Rainer Marie Rilke