Gentlemen, be still my soul. Never have I prayed so hard, nor grasped so much towards the heavens, before the raging sea in the darkness of night, to pull down the energy of the stars and believe that I can shape my destiny.
At the moment and location when I was born, almost all the planets, plus sun and moon, were in the Fourth House, which symbolizes home, history and heritage. A couple of nights ago I lay on the frozen ground just so I could see the stars so long obfuscated from me in New York, and had the most surprising realization. “Home” — the thing which I have spent my lifetime meditating upon the most deeply and painfully, ever since I was two years old and we left Berlin and my parents said I cried “Where’d my home go?” — may not signify the concept of beginning, but rather the concept of destination.
The chaos of the last two months closing out NY and living in the magical realm of Newport albeit in a chaotic, negative-charged building, is over. The 10-year trial of midlife crisis in New York is over. Today, in the greatest haste, I was able to sign the papers for a suitable home and ask “May I awake there Christmas morning?” And the keys to the kingdom were given. And so Christian gets to be properly “reborn” to his new life chapter on Christmas Day. For I grabbed two men who looked down on their luck and paid them handsomely to move my belongings, and rode my bicycle far and furiously for the magical box that connects us to the world, and here I am in the new home with wine and Internet!
Merry Christmas, and God rest ye merry, gentlemen. Awaken, and you will discover the world is on thy side. — CHRISTIAN CHENSVOLD