Staring at the Setting Sun (September 20, 1978)
It was a nonsense thing to do, but I had actually hoped to change the metabolism of my body in some way. (Also, I must have read it in a book, or why else would I have thought that this was a good idea?) What we now know is that absorption of UV light is a good way to produce vitamin D in the body, but that wasn’t what I was trying to do then.
Instead, as I’ve written before, I burned the retina of my eyes, which created a black hole in the centre of my vision.
In other words, a blind spot.
But, a new thought came into my head this morning: what if this event actually did open my awareness to other possibilities? In other words, in seeking the secrets of the Universe, I might have actually triggered something…
You might ask: how can you possibly remember exactly when something happened in the past? My answer: when it makes an indelible impression on you. I knew it was just before the fall equinox that I sat on the balcony at 242 Linwell Road in St. Catharines, Ontario. The timing was just as the sun was setting, so that works out to be 7:15 in the evening.
Now, if I’m out a day or two, either way, the chart will be slightly different, except for the Moon which will move about 14 degrees each day. So I think we can trust this chart to fairly accurately reflect what happened that day.
By itself, this chart is fairly unremarkable, but when you combine it with my birth chart, a whole new picture emerges.
Fascinating, isn’t it? (That’s my way of saying that there are so many facets to the aspects shown between these two charts, almost creating an image of a crystal…) So, to call myself a diamond in the rough, would not be a spiritual understatement. I had not yet started working on “My Satanic Struggle“, having just written “Bankrupture”. No one was buying into my becoming a playwright. I can’t say as I would blame then for that, since divine inspiration hadn’t descended upon me, at that time. But it was coming, and quickly: Neptune was almost conjunct my natal Ascendant.
The other links are obvious, too, but mostly involved unlocking the codes of my DNA. The seal was broken, never to be closed again. Life was now an ‘open book’.