THE WEAVE:
Saturn sits Lilith down
for a game of chess.
He makes Lilith a proposition,
as she tries to concentrate…
"Lili, do you know about Solar Arc patterns?" he asks. "Nope," Lilith dismisses him, eyes furrowed at the board. "You don't know, about Solar Arc patterns yet?" Saturn reverses over the spot. Lilith glares at him, leans back, and crosses her arms, "You know, it's like my personal pet peeve, when someone asks me if I know something, and I say I don't, and they use it to make themSelves Powerful. 'You don't know?' they reiterate. Are you hard of hearing, Time-Daddy? Or do you just want to bask in your own 'authority'?" Lilith lashes across the chessboard. Saturn just stares at her, "I like talking to you, about the Stars, Lili, it's fun. And it's been a while since I have looked at a chart with someone who knows so much, and so little, at the same Time. Do you want to be my student?" Lilith sighs, and soliloquizes... "The masculine minded astrologer, wants to take me under his wing. He offers to teach me Solar Arc patterns, and other technicalities. But my relationship with astrology is like Lyra gazing at the Golden Compass, from the bunk of a gypsy's ship, heading North, on open Seas, stowed a Way, by the people who Love me for the Magick I do not know I am. I just want to kiss the boy I am in Love with, ride the Mulefa, and mend the World of the Hungry Ghosts leaking out. The Stars are an adventure, ever unfolding. Querents ask me to read for them, because they Love the Way I describe what they already know is happening. Together, we quest after questions that do not promise to lead them into Light, or into Dark. They lead them into more questions they desire to be asked, and answer themSelves. But only the Querent can strike a match in their cavern, and read the writing on the wall, until the Flame burns out, and they must walk in Darkness, or Light another match."
Saturn waits, "...So is that a No, or a Yes?" "I thought we were just doing hot-girl shit, Saturn," Lilith wilts wearily, slumping under the table, "And Now you insist we play chess, and you're trying to Daddy me. And it's not that I don't believe your methods would be useful, it's just that my brain is All the Way in this other section of the Universe, where Logic does not mean so much to me. What I do, only works, because I do not hold onto it." "So, you'll think about it?" Saturn asks. "Fine, I'll think about it," Lilith tips the chessboard, and walks outside.
Planetary Signatures 