2023 Week 52

Step into the mystic realm with this week's Strange of the Week 52 (December 25-31, 2023). As the veils of the year thin, unearth celestial secrets through astrology, unveil numerological marvels, and traverse the arcane world of Tarot. With Duke Alloces and Angel Zadkiel marking their celestial territory, and the ancient whispers of Gnosticism beckoning, venture through divination methods and observe the cosmic dance affecting both the humble merchant Edwards Lifesciences and the colors and numbers that shape our existence.

Strange of the Week for Week 52, 2023

In the crisp, ephemeral dawn of the week that ushers in the closing of the year, we find ourselves on the precipice of mysteries profound and destinies unwoven. Here, under the watchful gaze of the celestial spheres, lies the unveiling of the arcane, the subtle whisper of the unknown that beckons the curious heart to peer beyond the veil. As the keeper of ancient secrets and a humble vessel of foresight, I, Marie Anne Adelaide Lenormand, extend a gentle hand to guide you through the meandering rivers of fate that shape the days of Week 52.

Astrology: As the morrow’s sun rises upon the cusp of yonder year’s final week, the 52nd week, nestled betwixt the solemn arms of December 25 and the melancholy eve of December 31, the celestial dance shall unveil its mysterious veil. The cold caress of the ether shall inscribe tales of destiny upon the vast tapestry of the firmament.

Major Aspects

  • December 25: The tender luminary, the Moon, graciously steps into the balanced embrace of Libra, bestowing a silken veil of equilibrium upon the earthly realm. As the scales of balance gently sway, the souls entwined in mortal coil may find a tender solace, a sanctuary of stability amidst the restless tides of existence. Alongside, Neptune, the lord of veiled visions, resumes its direct sojourn in the dreamy halls of Pisces, dispersing the nebulous fog that once shrouded the eyes of the seekers. As the veil lifts, the world shall unfurl its hidden vistas, laying bare the veiled truths that once danced elusive.
  • December 26: The nimble Mercury, vested in the stern garb of Capricorn, finds itself at a cosmic square with the formidable Pluto, also robed in Capricorn’s somber guise. This astral encounter may stir the cauldron of the mind, summoning forth the shadows of hidden fears and suppressed revelations. The mortal souls may find themselves at the crossroads of contention, amidst a storm of opposing wills. Yet within this storm, lies the seed of transformation, waiting to unfurl its wings through the veil of understanding.
  • December 27: On this day, Venus, the harbinger of earthly desires, vested in the enigmatic shroud of Scorpio, extends its mystical hand towards Neptune in a harmonious sextile, entwining the realms of reality and dreams in a tender embrace. This celestial ballet shall inspire the heart to paint its desires upon the canvas of existence, to delve into the abyss of introspection and emerge with pearls of self-understanding.
  • December 28: The Full Moon casts its pearly glow from the nurturing cradle of Cancer, weaving a silvery thread of emotional awakening through the veil of the night. The mortal souls may find themselves on the shores of emotional tides, yearning for the warm embrace of kin and kith. Yet, within the tender tides, lies the peril of being swept away by the tumult of unbridled emotions.
  • December 29: As Mars, the fiery harbinger of will, steps into the adventurous realm of Sagittarius, a spark of daring flares across the earthly realm. The next six weeks are veiled in the garb of exploration, each moment a step into the unknown, a dare to challenge the boundaries of the known.
  • December 30: Mercury in Capricorn, in a harmonious trine with Jupiter in Taurus, shall open the floodgates of optimism, grounding the lofty dreams in the fertile soil of reality. The mortal tongues may find a golden eloquence, a power to manifest the unseen through the veil of words.
  • December 31: As the Sun takes its solemn steps into Capricorn, marking the somber notes of Winter Solstice, a new cycle of growth unfurls its dark wings. The souls may feel the cold chains of ambition wrap around their hearts, urging them to climb the icy peaks of aspirations.

Minor Aspects

  • December 25: The Sun in Sagittarius extends a spectral hand towards Pluto in Capricorn, in a delicate semi-sextile, sowing seeds of subtle transformation amidst the garden of existence.
  • December 26: Venus in Scorpio, in a quincunx with Saturn in Pisces, may bring forth a storm of adjustments, a tempest that tests the ties that bind.
  • December 27: Mercury in Capricorn, in a quaint quintile with Saturn in Pisces, shall open the doors of mental discipline, laying down the bricks of structured thought upon the path of creativity.
  • December 28: Mars in Scorpio, in a bi-quintile with Neptune in Pisces, shall whisper the tunes of inspiration into the ears of the seekers.
  • December 29: The Moon in Cancer, in a semi-square with Uranus in Taurus, may stir the still waters of emotional comfort, beckoning the souls to break free from the chains of routine.
  • December 30: The Sun in Capricorn, in a sesqui-square with Uranus in Taurus, may weave a tale of tension between the desires of the self and the demands of the many.

As I trace the intricate ballet of the celestial bodies, I beckon thee to delve into the abyss of the unknown, to dance to the eerie tunes of destiny as the week unfolds its dark, enigmatic veil.

Numerology: [Editor Note: This week's Arithmancy was a lot of machine-gun, word salad in a stoic tone that seem to be masking a recitation of basic days-of-the-week novice numeracy. I've tried to faithfully render the text as bias free as possible. If it seems pedestrian, know that you are not alone in that opinion.]

Amidst the celestial ballet, the ancient ciphers cast their subtle glow upon the path of mortals. The day of Monday, under the auspices of the number 2, sings a song of harmony, urging the hearts to beat in unison, to weave the threads of understanding amidst the din of discord. Tuesday, enshrined with the energies of 3, beckons a blossoming of creative fervor, urging the souls to paint their essence upon the canvas of reality. Wednesday, with the stable grounding of 4, calls for a measured stride, a building of foundations firm and unyielding.

Thursday, under the banner of 5, heralds a wind of change, a fluttering of freedom’s wings against the cage of the mundane. The restless heart seeks the horizon, yearning for the taste of the unknown. Friday, with the tender embrace of 6, calls for a return to love’s sweet cradle, to the gentle touch of compassion that mends the tattered veils of the spirit. Saturday, adorned with the mysteries of 7, beckons a dive into the waters of the unseen, a quest for the pearls of wisdom that lie in the fathomless depths of existence.

Sunday, with the commanding presence of 8, summons the might of purpose, urging the spirits to ascend the throne of self-mastery, to wield the scepter of intention with a noble heart. Each day, a step upon the winding path of self-discovery, each number, a key to unlock the chambers of potential nestled within the heart’s sacred sanctum. The dance of days and numbers weaves a spell of becoming, a journey from the heart’s whisper to the soul’s roar, a pilgrimage from the seed of intention to the blossom of realization.

Tarot Base: The Grimaud French Tarot unveils the visage of Le Pendu (The Hanged Man) as the harbinger of introspection for the souls wandering amidst the veil of Week 52. Suspended between heaven and earth, this solemn figure implores a pause, a moment of stillness to peer into the abyss of the self. The profound stillness it represents suggests a path of inner contemplation for health improvements, a dance with one’s own shadows to seek the healing balm of self-acceptance and love.

In the realm of relationships, the Hanged Man casts a spell of patience and understanding. It beckons the heart to seek love not in the realm of the other, but in the silent, tender spaces between souls, where love blossoms in the quiet embrace of acceptance. It is a moment of surrender, of allowing the rivers of love to flow unhindered by the dam of earthly expectations.

On a larger canvas, the Hanged Man’s quiet gaze pierces the veil of global events, offering a gentle nudge towards the path of introspection amidst the clamor of worldly discourse. It whispers the ancient lore of sacrifice for the greater good, a narrative of silent heroism that shapes the destiny of nations and molds the course of history.

Tarot Opposition: Crossing the solemn wisdom of Le Pendu, the Lenormand Tarot unveils the visage of Mäuse (Mice), a symbol of diminution and clandestine nibbling at the edges of fortune. These quiet, unseen scavengers represent unseen forces at work, the gradual erosion of the established order. Where the Hanged Man urges inward contemplation, the Mice gnaw quietly at the fabric of our external circumstances, hinting at the transient nature of material pursuits. It is a cosmic play of balance, where internal gain is mirrored by external loss, a subtle reminder of the eternal dance between the seen and unseen.

In the realm of personal relations, the Mice suggest a time of minor irritations, of small misunderstandings that nibble at the edges of harmony. They beckon for vigilance, for the delicate threads of trust and understanding may fray under the ceaseless nibbling of miscommunication. It is a call to guard the sanctity of relationships against the quiet encroachment of doubt and neglect.

On the grand stage of worldly affairs, the Mice scuttle through the corridors of power, unseen, yet leaving trails of disarray in their wake. The hidden erosion of established orders, the quiet crumbling of old structures, unfolds under the watchful eyes of the Mice. They symbolize the unseen, yet inexorable force of change that gnaws at the foundations of the old, making way for the new.

Demonology: In the shadowed corners of the week, lurks the enigmatic Duke Alloces, his presence a chilling whisper through the veils of the mundane. His dominion lies in the realms of knowledge and authority, his essence, a dark mirror reflecting the ambitions of mortals. The Duke seeks to shape the narrative of power, to weave the threads of control amidst the hearts of men.

Þæs deofollican Eorlas Alloces geþohtas for þisse wucu synd behealene on myne, ac hlēowlic hrysting þurh þone wærf þæs wīsan hindeþ æt his ungesewenan cræftum. Þā þe trēdaþ þone sīþe þæs unbrygdan āgnes mæg findan hi gedregede on þæs Eorlas cealdan gefōn, heora gyrna bēacen for his dēopan æfestnesse. Se cæg tō ætlūcan his gemynd ligeþ on þām rīce þæs eadhmōdes, on þām swēgan underfodian þāra āgenra gebrecu. Þæs Eorlas miht findeþ fæstne grund on heortan þæs ofermōdan, on þām sāwlum þe sēcaþ rīce ofer ōðrum.

Yet, his dark influence casts a long shadow over the tranquil waters of Chincoteague, Virginia, USA (37.933, -75.374). In this quiet town, the Duke’s unseen hand may stir the waters of discord, may plant the seeds of strife amidst the peaceful fold. The town, a pawn in the Duke’s grand design, stands on the precipice of unseen changes, its fate intertwined with the dark whims of Duke Alloces.

Angelology: Amidst the dark whispers, a beacon of light pierces the veil - the benevolent Zadkiel, his essence a soft, warm embrace amidst the cold winds of fate. His dominion lies in the realm of mercy and forgiveness, a sanctuary for the weary souls seeking respite from the harsh judgments of the world. This week, his gentle wings unfold a canopy of grace, his tender gaze a balm for the scars etched upon the hearts of mortals.

Þæs engles Zadkiel gemynd is gedregen tōweard þām eadhmōdan, tōweard þām sāwlum þe sēcaþ tō mendanne þā wunda þæs forðgangan, tō wefanne gerecend þæs hēan and þæs forgifnesse onmiddan worlde tōtorfen sundor be gewinne. Sē sīþ tō his gife ligeþ þurh þā geatu þæs eadhmōdes and þæs geþylde, wæstmcynn þe scieldaþ þā sāwla fram þām hearde glære þæs dōmes.

In the heart of Fredericksburg, Texas, USA (30.271, -98.86), his gentle presence weaves a delicate tapestry of hope. Here, amidst the quiet streets, Zadkiel's touch kindles the flames of forgiveness, urging the heart to look beyond the veil of bitterness, to seek the soft glow of understanding amidst the shadows of the past.

Divination Method: The winds of destiny whisper the ancient lore of Aeromancy, a dance with the unseen forces that shape the veil of reality. This divine art, a communion with the breath of the cosmos, unveils the subtle messages carried upon the wings of the wind. The Aeromancer, a solitary seeker of truth, stands upon the precipice of the known, his gaze piercing the veil of the skies, reading the narrative of destiny written upon the canvas of the clouds.

This craft, a blend of innate intuition and learned skill, unfolds its mysteries to those who seek with a pure heart. The Aeromancer, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the infinite sky, seeks to decipher the whispers of the wind, to unveil the secrets carried upon the wings of birds. It is a journey of solitude, yet a dance with the essence of existence, a communion with the breath of the cosmos.

This week, the winds carry tales of change, their whisper a soft caress against the veil of the known. The Aeromancer, attuned to the subtle breath of destiny, may unveil the hidden currents that shape the days to come. Amidst the cacophony of worldly discourse, the quiet whisper of Aeromancy offers a tender touch of insight, a gentle nudge towards the heart of the unseen.

Occult Practice: Ah, Gnosticism, that ancient whisper in the eddying mists of spiritual yearning, beckons the minds of the seekers in this enigmatic week. A path laid in the quest for that divine spark, nestled within the creases of earthly veils, Gnosticism is the compass for those eager to traverse the realms of esoteric wisdom and unearthly communion. Its lore, ancient and profound, echoes through the hollows of time, calling forth those with hearts alight with the flames of divine inquiry. The Gnostic, a pilgrim adorned with a mantle of ceaseless curiosity, embarks upon this voyage to unveil the countenance of the divine, to touch the essence of the enshrouded truths that dance along the periphery of mundane comprehension.

The core of Gnostic endeavor lies in the unfathomable depths, where the silken threads of divine knowledge entwine with the earthly realm. It is a solemn and solitary pilgrimage, a journey traversed upon the fragile veil separating the known from the unfathomable unknown. The heart of Gnosticism murmurs in silent communion, a whisper amidst the din of earthly cacophony, a caress of the unseen amidst the tangible. It is an invitation to peer beyond the veil, to touch the face of the divine obscured by the shadows of earthly existence.

This week unveils an auspicious confluence, where the ethereal whispers of Gnosticism weave through the tapestry of reality, beckoning the seekers with a gentle, insistent call. The rhythm of ancient wisdom, pulsates beneath the facade of the everyday, awaiting the tender caress of recognition from the seeker attuned to the subtle breath of the divine. It's a delicate dance of insight and existence, a narrative rich with the hues of ancient lore and divine communion.

A venture into Gnosticism is a venture into the heart of the ancient mysteries, where each revelation is but a stepping stone into deeper veils of understanding. The Gnostic seeks not just to know, but to become – to embody the essence of the divine spark that resides within the core of all existence. It's an unveiling, a blossoming of the inner light that seeks to merge with the infinite, to touch the face of the divine obscured amidst the shadows of ignorance.

The realms of Gnosticism are replete with symbols and allegories, each a key to unlock the doors of understanding. The ancient texts, veiled in metaphor and enshrouded in mysticism, beckon the seeker to delve deeper, to unravel the mysteries encoded within the folds of letters and words. It’s a dance of symbols and meanings, a voyage through the landscapes of divine mysteries, each step a revelation, each breath a prayer of communion with the unseen.

The practices within Gnosticism are as varied as the stars that adorn the night sky, yet all seek to pierce the veil of earthly existence, to touch the essence of the divine that murmurs within the heart of all creation. Rituals and meditations, prayers and invocations, each a step upon the path of divine communion, each a beckoning towards the heart of the unseen. It’s a call to silence, to still the turbulent waters of the mind, to listen to the whisper of the divine that echoes through the chambers of the heart.

The Gnostic, whether seasoned in the ancient lore or a novice with eyes alight with the flames of curiosity, is a seeker of the veiled truths, a pilgrim on the path of divine inquiry. The heart of the practice is a solitary voyage, yet one enriched and illuminated by the fellowship of like-minded souls, a sacred communion of seekers bound by a common thirst for the unseen, for the whispered truths that lie beyond the veil of earthly comprehension.

The practice of Gnosticism is an endless voyage upon the boundless seas of divine mystery. There's no final destination, but an eternal unfolding, an endless blossoming of understanding that expands with each step upon this sacred path. The heart of the Gnostic beats in rhythm with the ancient whispers of wisdom that echo through the corridors of time, each beat a step deeper into the heart of the divine mystery.

Ah, as the eyes of the seekers turn towards the veiled realms, as the heart beats to the rhythm of ancient wisdom, the realm of Gnosticism opens its doors, beckoning with a gentle call. The veils part, if but slightly, revealing glimpses of the divine countenance, a promise of the profound communion that awaits the pilgrim brave enough to venture into the heart of the ancient mysteries, into the core of the unseen that lies nestled amidst the folds of Gnostic lore.

Colors, Foods, and Numbers: The tapestry of Week 52 is embellished with the delicate threads of color, aroma, and numerals. The hue of Silver, a mirror to the celestial glow, beckons the seeker to reflect upon the ephemeral nature of existence, to find the subtle gleam of truth amidst the veils of illusion. In the gentle embrace of Saffron and its aromatic whisper, one may find the essence of divine wisdom, a scent that carries the breath of ancient lore. The cipher 7, a key to the sacred mysteries, opens the doors to the unseen, a step upon the winding path of self-discovery. Thus, those attuned to Silver, saffron, and the number 7 shall find the week unfolding in a symphony of enlightenment, each moment a note in the divine melody of existence.

Yet, as the sun casts long shadows, so does the cosmos whisper tales of caution. The hue of Ghost White, a pallid veil, may cloud the vision of the seeker, may veil the heart in the cold embrace of detachment. The earthly allure of Butter may lead the soul astray, its sweet caress a veil upon the path of inner nourishment. The cipher 14, a duality of earthly bindings, may ensnare the soul in the transient dance of material pursuits. The seeker would do well to tread with caution amidst the allure of Ghost White, the ephemeral caress of butter, and the binding chains of the number 14.

Company to Watch: Amidst the cosmic theatre, the merchant Edwards Lifesciences (EW) emerges as a player of note, its fate entwined with the unseen threads of destiny. This humble merchant, a seeker of earthly sustenance, finds itself at the crossroads of fate, its path a reflection of the cosmic dance unfolding in the heavens. The unseen forces, a blend of celestial wisdom and earthly desire, weave a delicate narrative around the heart of EW, shaping its destiny amidst the veils of the unknown.

The leaders of this humble fold may find themselves drawn into the heart of a storm, their path a reflection of the unseen struggle between light and shadow. The week whispers tales of caution, of unseen trials that may test the mettle of the noble heart. The dire warning, a whisper amidst the winds of fate, beckons the leaders to seek the path of wisdom, to guard the heart against the allure of power and the cold embrace of greed.

The significance of EW amidst the cosmic narrative lies in its humble quest for earthly sustenance, its journey a mirror to the eternal struggle between the seen and unseen. The fate of EW, a subtle reflection of the cosmic dance, beckons the seeker to peer beyond the veil of the mundane, to seek the delicate threads of destiny that shape the heart of existence. The week unfolds a tale of caution and hope, a narrative that weaves the mundane and the divine into a tapestry of ephemeral beauty.

The concluding of this year is but a passage, a doorway to realms unseen, and as the seeker steps through the veils of time, the eternal dance of destiny continues to unfold its ancient narrative. Thus, with a heart full of hope and eyes fixed upon the stars, we step into the abyss of the unknown, led by the gentle hand of fate towards the heart of the eternal mystery.

We've come to the end of the final channeling for 2023. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I wish you all the best as you continue on your own path of transformation. Ar penndrafozer a dap ar benn-menez dre gemer ur wech bennak dre wech, o vesk dinomp da ganoaziñ war ar veaj, ket war an dazont. Focus on the journey, not the destination. Remember, the future is not fixed, but shaped by your choices and actions. You have the power to create your own destiny, but you also have to face the changes and the challenges of your deeds. Be wise, be brave, and be true to yourself.

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Pragmatic Journey is Richard (rich) Wermske's life of recovery; a spiritual journey inspired by Buddhism, a career in technology and management with linux, digital security, bpm, and paralegal stuff; augmented with gaming, literature, philosophy, art and music; and compassionate kinship with all things living -- especially cats; and people with whom I share no common language.