Besides having a sick baby, I’ve been preoccupied with working on a theory involving the dwarf planets so I’m sorry I have been remiss in answering questions and I promise to get back into the swing of it soon.
This theory is complex and will take some time to work out. In the mean time I’ve been doing a lot of research not just on the planets but on the Gods/Goddesses they are named after and the time period in which the planet was found. It’s interesting to note that a plethora of planets were found just after the turn of this century. Obviously, technology has advanced and this is a large part of the recent discoveries but it’s not all of it. Pluto was discovered in the 1930s during the rise of Hitler, the A-bomb and Stalin. Interestingly it is actually smaller then the recently discovered Eris.
So far their are 8 named dwarf planets (with many more to come over the next several years) and 8 traditional planets. This karmic number and the fact that it is doubled seems significant. Perhaps each sign has a dual or (as I suspect will end up being the case) triple ruler-ship.
My gut tells me there should be three planetary rulers for each sun sign symbolizing our threefold nature; the lower self (the id), the middle self (or ego) and the higher self (the divine self or the super-ego).
The mix of mythological characters making up this hodge podge of dwarf planets seems to reflect shadow sides and very evolved energy which leads me to believe that we are now entering an age of self-awareness that will lead to an evolutionary shift. We will either be steered down the path toward Armageddon by the nutjobbers (destroying everything) or spring forward in our spiritual evolution and chose life.
The fact that the outer planets have been making intense aspects in late signs for the past 40 years or so leads me to believe our planet is attracting many old souls to fight for Her and the human race. But I also believe on the other side of that pendulum there are just as many immature, selfish, destructive, chaotic and mean spirited souls (in varying degrees on both sides of course) pushing us toward our extinction.
So I’m going to just leave off with a few choice pieces of information about the myths of these newly discovered heavenly bodies in hopes that it inspires and illuminates. Over the next few months I’ll try to put all of the information together into some organized thought and apply it astrologically.
Here is some research I’ve gathered if anyone is interested about 2 of the 8. I’ll post more each night so no one gets overwhelmed.
In Roman mythology, Orcus was a god of the underworld, punisher of broken oaths, more equivalent to Plutothan to the Greek Hades. The origins of Orcus may have lain in Etruscan religion. Orcus was a name used by Roman writers to identify a Gaulish god of the underworld. The Etruscan so-called “Tomb of the Orcus” atTarquinia is a misnomer, when the first discoverers took as Orcus a figure of a Cyclops. Generalized connotations of “Orcus” have made it a popular name for providing an instant “demonic” atmosphere. InDungeons & Dragons, Orcus is a demon prince, and lord of the undead. Orcus also appears in the gameNetHack. This is in good part because Orcus’ name is the origin of the words “orca” and “orc“; the latter popularized by J.R.R. Tolkien in his “Lord of the Rings” trilogy.
Sedna is a very significant figure in Inuit mythology. There are a number of different versions of the myth of Sedna.
As the legend goes, Sedna was a beautiful Inuit girl who lived with her father. She was very vain and thought she was too beautiful to marry just anyone. Time and time again she turned down hunters who came to her camp wishing to marry her. Finally one day her father said to her “Sedna, we have no food and we will go hungry soon. You need a husband to take care of you, so the next hunter who comes to ask your hand in marriage, you must marry him.” Sedna ignored her father and kept brushing her hair as she looked at her reflection in the water.
Soon her father saw another hunter approaching their camp. The man was dressed elegantly in furs and appeared to be well-to-do even though his face was hidden. Sedna’s father spoke to the man. “If you wish to seek a wife I have a beautiful daughter . She can cook and sew and I know she will make a good wife.” Under great protest, Sedna was placed aboard of the hunters kayak and journeyed to her new home. Soon they arrived at an island. Sedna looked around. She could see nothing. No sod hut, no tent, just bare rocks and a cliff. The hunter stood before Sedna and as he pulled down his hood, he let out and evil laugh. Sedna’s husband was not a man as she had thought but a raven in disguise. She screamed and tried to run, but the bird dragged her to a clearing on the cliff. Sedna’s new home was a few tufts of animal hair and feathers strewn about on the hard, cold rock. The only food she had to eat was fish. Her husband, the raven, brought raw fish to her after a day of flying off in search of food.
Sedna was very unhappy and miserable. She cried and cried and called her father’s name. Through the howling arctic winds Sedna’s father could hear his daughter’s cries. He felt guilty for what he had done as he knew she was sad. Sedna’s father decided it was time to rescue his daughter. He loaded up his kayak and paddled for days through the frigid arctic waters to his Sedna’s home. When he arrived Sedna was standing on the shore. Sedna hugged her father then quickly climbed into his kayak and paddled away. After many hours of travel Sedna turned and saw a black speck far off into the distance. She felt the fear well up inside of her for she knew the speck was her angry husband flying in search of her.
The big black raven swooped down upon the kayak bobbing on the ocean. Sedna’s father took his paddle and struck at the raven but missed as the bird continued to harass them. Finally the raven swooped down near the kayak and flapped his wing upon the ocean. A vicious storm began to brew. The calm arctic ocean soon became a raging torrent tossing the tiny kayak to and fro. Sedna’s father became very frightened. He grabbed Sedna and threw her over the side of the kayak into the ocean. “Here, he screamed, here is your precious wife, please do not hurt me, take her.”Sedna screamed and struggled as her body began go numb in the icy arctic waters. She swam to the kayak and reached up, her fingers grasping the side of the boat. Her father, terrified by the raging storm, thought only of himself as he grabbed the paddle and began to pound against Sedna’s fingers. Sedna screamed for her father to stop but to no avail. Her frozen fingers cracked and fell into the ocean. Affected by her ghastly husbands powers, Sedna’s fingers while sinking to the bottom, turned into seals. Sedna attempted again to swim and cling to her father’s kayak. Again he grabbed the paddle and began beating at her hands. Again Sedna’s hands, frozen by the arctic sea again cracked off. The stumps began to drift to the bottom of the sea, this time turned into the whales and other large mammals. Sedna could fight no more and began to sink herself.
Sedna, tourmented and raging with anger for what had happened to her, did not perish. She became, and still is today, the goddess of the sea. Sedna’s companions are the seals, and the whales that sit with her at the bottom on the ocean. Her anger and fury against man is what drums up the violent seas and storms . Hunters have a great respect for her. Legend has it that they must treat her with respect. Shaman’s from the world above must swim down to her to comb her long black tangled hair. This calms Sedna down. Once this is done, she releases her mammals to allow the Inuit to eat from the bounty of the sea. It is for this reason in the north that after a hunter catches a seal he drops water into the mouth of the mammal, a gesture to thank Sedna for her kindness in allowing him to feed his family.
This is the legend of Sedna.
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