1. Kurdah - Xi Cepheus
0°22 Aries - 'The blaze' upon a horse's brow.
The Knock of inner spirituality on the brow. Inner Silence borne over the centuries and lifetimes makes heard its inner calling.
Divinity at the threshold knocking upon the third eye. The ancient Indians marked it as a mark on the forehead saluting this inner divinity.
The classical figment of the Horse sets this off. Aries Point, what in astrology is the end of process, consciously atleast.
How do you know a degree? This one says the world for many many centuries has known this Star to be the beginning of the Zodiac.
The star itself, Kurdah, is old language for a running horse. The blaze upon its brow, what the Indian mark as the ‘Tilak’.
The spot for the Horse, where would be the Unicorn’s horn.
But our world knows not of Unicorns, or flying horses in pegs & Pegasus-es, of centaurs or sea-horses, all vestiges of thousand of civilisations past.
The Star is the spot where the Horses look, inward in focus. As if running & chasing time itself where wonder and magic roamed free.
This is the First Degree of the Zodiac. It is said that the horse is the mind focussed to its thought(s). And thus the eyes like two horses, held in chariot of Focus.
The Point of Chariot, not quite the horse’s mouth, but rather the third eye, Ajna of the Horse.
The constellation that houses ‘Kurdah’ is Cepheus, of the King.
And like the Emperor’s messenger horse, we begin to know ourself in the stars.
The Message of this Star and Degree – Know Your Self.
To the Indian Nakshatra scheme, this is the first step station of the asterism Ashwini, of the Healing Horses. It is said to be ruled by the Tail of the Dragon or the Lunar Eclipse Ketu. And the Step station of this degree – Mars.
Naturally, this is a critical degree.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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Knock knock knocking to adore.
I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured.
Singing vision, crooning ever-glow.
Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care.
Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare.
Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await.
If I translated the falling of rain, the patter would still just be beats to a letter, affection in remain and again in the latter.
The simple resamples into a mystery until the complex begins to unravel.
To avail and travail, a surge emerges travelled within.
Profound in itself, a beacon in the light of another.
To drop the word, and pick up the spotlight.
A door creaks only momentarily keyed to groove.
To delight in your sunshine.
An evening to aid the odd ode in serenade.
Good evenings’ to remember, the dawn in the yawn, to dance instead.
The golden light in your magic hours in glimpse.
And since.
"Knock knock adore | Adorable ringing