What was mine: my yesterday. What will be mine: the distant tomorrow, and the return of the wandering soul as if nothing had happened. A slight cut in the arm of the absurd present, History mocks its victims and its heroes, It glances at them in passing and goes on. So i tell you ; This sea is mine. The fresh air is mine. And my name, though i mispronounce it over the grave, is mine. As for me, filled with every reason to departure, I am not mine. I am not mine. I am not mine.
| Mahmoud Darwish
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I will never forgive my twin brother after abandoning me for a whole seven minutes inside my mother’s womb.
He left me there alone, terrified of the dark, floating like an astronaut in that viscous liquid, listening to how on the other side they were kissing and adoring him.
Those were the seven longest minutes of my life, and which destined him to be the first born and my mother’s favorite. After that, I would always make sure to leave places before Pablo; the bedroom, the house, school, the theater… even if it meant missing the end of a movie.
One day I got distracted and my brother left before I did, and while he was watching me with his adorable smile, a car came by and hit him.
When my twin brother died, my mother grabbed his body and yelled my name. I have not corrected her since then...
I died and my brother lived.
My Brother – Rafael Noboa
“And if happiness visits you again, do not remember its previous betrayal..Let that happiness in, and burst!”
-Mahmoud Darwish
Painting by : Jana Brike
Born in Balkh (modern Afghanistan) in 787, a former hadith scholar who turned to the stars in midlife.
His Kitāb al-Madkhal al-Kabīr (The Great Introduction) became the bedrock of European astrology when translated into Latin.
He systematized planetary natures, zodiac signs, houses, aspects, and the elements.
His “conjunction theory” argued that history moves in great cycles, marked by rare celestial alignments—especially Jupiter-Saturn conjunctions, which he claimed heralded the rise of prophets and empires.
"All change under heaven is written first in the sky."
A polymath in the Abbasid court, blending Greek philosophy with Islamic theology and celestial theory.
In De Radiis Stellarum (On the Stellar Rays), he proposed a theory of stellar influence—not superstition, but a natural force, like light or magnetism.
He laid early groundwork for what would become natural philosophy (proto-science), suggesting stars transmit influence through rays affecting Earthly matter and human temperament.
Though more astronomer than astrologer, he cataloged astrology in full without ever endorsing its claims outright.
His Kitāb al-Tafhīm contains precise definitions of astrological terms, planetary motions, and how horoscopes are calculated.
A master of cultural synthesis: he compared Greek, Indian, and Persian systems, noting their commonalities and contradictions.
Developed the astrolabe, armillary spheres, and zij tables—astronomical charts used by astrologers to pinpoint planetary positions with astonishing accuracy.
Arabs didn’t just practice astrology—they thought about it. They debated whether the stars compel or merely incline.
Al-Farabi and later Avicenna argued the stars could only affect the body, not the soul—a blend of Neoplatonism and Islamic ethics.
The stars whisper, they do not command.
Arabs inherited and enhanced horoscopic astrology from the Greeks:
Twelve Houses (Bayūt): Places in the chart signifying career, love, health, death.
Lots (Arabic Parts): Points calculated from planetary positions, like the Lot of Fortune and Lot of Spirit, used to fine-tune predictions.
Triplicities and Dignities: Systems to assess planetary strength.
Interrogations (Horary Astrology): Divining answers to specific questions, such as “Will I marry?” or “Will the king win this war?”
Astrologers like Abū Maʿshar claimed that world events—plagues, conquests, religious shifts—were written in planetary cycles.
Used to time coronations, launch battles, found cities.
Caliphs would sometimes delay decisions until the astrologers said the heavens were "favorable."
Used zodiac signs to diagnose and treat illness—Aries rules the head, Pisces the feet, and so on.
Ibn Sina (Avicenna) himself, though skeptical of predictive astrology, used astrological charts for medical diagnoses, especially in fevers and crisis periods.
The Qur’an warns against claims to know the unseen:
"Say: None in the heavens or on the earth knows the unseen except Allah." (Qur’an 27:65)
So Islamic scholars:
Allowed astronomy (for timekeeping, Qibla direction).
Permitted astrology only if used to understand natural rhythms—not fate.
Condemned fortune-telling or attributing independent power to stars.
Yet astrology persisted—not as dogma, but as courtly art, folk belief, and scientific curiosity.
Translations of Arabic astrological texts into Latin via Toledo and Sicily reawakened Europe’s interest in the stars.
Terms like zenith, nadir, azimuth, almanac, and even algorithm come from Arabic.
Albumasar, Albohali, Messahala—all Arabic astrologers Latinized into the canon of European learning.
The Renaissance astrologers (like Ficino and Agrippa) drank deeply from Arab wells.
The Arabs did not merely gaze at the stars—they listened to them, charted them, debated them, and passed on their wisdom in tomes that still echo today. Astrology, as they practiced it, was never just fortune-telling—it was philosophy, poetry, medicine, and mathematics entwined in a cosmic dance.
Refers to a mysterious broadcast interruption that occurred on November 26, 1977, in southern England. At around 5:10 PM, during a news program on Southern Television, a strange voice—metallic and echoing—took over the airwaves for nearly six minutes. The entity identified itself as "Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command"—an alleged extraterrestrial being.
The message was solemn and haunting, warning humanity to abandon its weapons and live in peace, lest we "destroy your world" before entering the "Age of Aquarius."
"This is the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. For many years you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet Earth. We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your world so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disaster which threatens your world, and the beings on our worlds around you. This is in order that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius. The New Age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgments. Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again. All your weapons of evil must be removed. The time for conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the higher stages of its evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill. Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning New Age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution. Hear now the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides operating in your world. They will suck your energy from you—the energy you call money—and will put it to evil ends and give you worthless dross in return. Your inner divine self will protect you from this. You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you and you will lead yourselves onto the path of evolution. This is our message to our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know now that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your Earth than your scientists admit. We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light and will do all we can to help you. Have no fear, seek only to know yourselves, and live in harmony with the ways of your planet Earth. We of the Ashtar Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the plane of your existence. May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the cosmos."
—Vrillon, November 26, 1977
The most common depictions of Ashtar Sheran, often said to be Vrillon’s superior or perhaps his other name, show him as a being of radiant, almost angelic presence:
Tall and Regal – Usually standing around 7 feet tall.
Humanoid Form – He appears very human, sometimes almost indistinguishable from us.
Golden Hair – Flowing and shining like solar rays, often shoulder-length.
Blue or Violet Eyes – Piercing and serene, as if holding the gaze of galaxies.
Glowing Aura – Described as bathed in a soft white or bluish light, often dressed in silvery or white robes with golden insignias.
Uniformed Appearance – At times, he's shown in a form-fitting "space uniform" with insignias denoting his command over the Ashtar Galactic Fleet.
You’re the purple scar that appears for no reason,
The images that give rise to nostalgia without features,
You are the ecstasy that did not complete,
A torment that lasted for an entire lifetime.
You...
You're like a trip I’ve been saving for months,
and when it was time to go,
I felt a desire not to leave.
that’s worth a thousand stars, a treasure, and that I am the most beautiful painting you had ever seen.
You build me a palace of illusion, in which I can only live in for a few moments.
Then, I return back to reality all alone with nothing but a few words.
Painting by - Edward Povey
By sea...towards another space, shaking off my dust. Forgetting my name, the names of plants, and the history of trees.. Escaping from this sun that flogs me with its boredom... Fleeing from cities that slept for centuries under the feet of the moon.. Leaving behind me eyes made of glass and a sky made of stone. I will not go back to the sun... for I now belong to the rainstorms.
by: Nizar Qabbani