Tatiana ~ Tatjana
- Main Belt Asteroid
- JPL Orbit Diagram
- Guardian of the Knowledge & Truth
- Essence: Siberian Fir
- Crystal: Ukrainian Beryl
I am Tatiana, daughter of Rome. I was born of noble rank—a position of privilege and wealth. In those days, the leaders of Rome twisted the legends of the guardians into a vile and despicable cult for their own means. In this, I could not be a part. A great gnosis was sweeping across the land. And so it was that I broke from the traditions of Rome in a quest for knowledge and truth. It was on this quest that I found Sophia and the truth of my own divinity. I refused my marital offers and devoted myself body, mind, and soul to the teaching of that gnosis. This was a great risk in those days of tyranny. My status within the hierarchy of Rome was a great threat to those who meant to keep the people enslaved.
It came to pass that Ulpian the jurist arrested me and offered me up to the circus. But there would be no entertainment in the arena on that fateful day. For the king of the animal kingdom saw in me the light of truth and integrity and lay at my feet to comfort my beaten body. Ulpian did eventually see to my end but he had no audience nor glory in doing so. And so it was that I left the material plane. But just as Brigid refused to leave her people, I refused to leave my students.
I am a devoted daughter of Sophia and remain within the spiritual realms of the earth plane to bring comfort, stamina, and focus to the seekers of truth and knowledge. For it is in this truth and knowledge that the sons and daughters of man will be set free.
I know your suffering for I have suffered. I will comfort you in times of trauma and persecution. I will give you the stamina to endure and the focus to comprehend and your quest will bring forth the fruit of enlightenment.
The peoples of Russia and Ukraine have embraced me and kept my memory alive, generation after precious generation. They have made me their patron saint of students. This act of love and respect has endeared me to their rich culture and hauntingly beautiful lands.
To invoke my presence bring this culture into your homes and call me to you. My essence is the oil of the Siberian Fir. This hardy, majestic spirit never quits giving to those who live in the cold boreal forests. It sustains and shelters through the long, harsh spell of winter. Its precious oil brings calm in the face of trauma and sparks a focused and clear mind for the seeker.
My crystal is Ukrainian beryl which holds the same energy of calming and focus as the Siberian Fir.
The music reminiscent of Russia and Ukraine is delightful to my ears. And their art and architecture are delightful to my eyes. Singularly or combined these things will draw my presence near.
Dharma awoke into the murky blue mists of the dreamscape.
Standing before her, she sees a beautiful young girl with long flowing yellow hair. To one side of the girl is an immaculately clean bathtub overflowing with crystal clear water. And to the other, is a tiny house perfect in its order and beauty. Behind the girl is a clothesline filled with towels of all types, bath-towels, tea-towels, and dishcloths.
The girl before her echoes a thought into Dharma’s mind. “I am Tatiana and I am here today as your sister. What is it that you see around me?”
Dharma walks up to the tub and surveys the room to see if there is any damage from the overflowing water. As she looks around, the water starts to recede. She goes to the clothesline to grab a towel but can see that these towels are still very wet and would not be of much use. Looking back, Dharma can see that the carpet around the tub has already begun to dry out. Deciding that this problem is taking care of itself and does not need her attention, Dharma turns her focus to the tiny house. An overwhelming longing takes hold as she makes her way through the small space. Dharma wonders if she could make this a home for herself. As she turns to make her way back out of the house, her gaze falls upon a half-eaten brownie alongside a half-empty cup of coffee. Her heart falls as she realizes the house is already occupied.
Just as she is getting lost in this emotion of longing and loss, she turns to Tatiana and inquires, “Sister, what does it all mean?”
“The flooding of the water is your emotional state. You have recently suffered under the weight of “not enough” and you are teetering on the edge of an emotional outburst of despair. I bring you a flood of water to wear away at impossible obstacles and blockages. I see your suffering. I am here to give you comfort and courage. We are sisters, Dharma, because we both gave up marital unions and family life to lead the people back to source and to remind them of their own divinity. I suffered greatly for that action. Those influenced by the geldrbaryn tortured me and made me a Martyr. It was because of a benevolent woman who carried my name, that the students of the Ukraine and the Soviet States adopted me as their patron saint. I am Tatiana, patron saint of students. My blonde hair represents a student’s ideas coming to life and being noticed. In the face of my trials, the financial hurdles you see are as insignificant as the ants under your feet. These burdens are taking care of themselves as we speak, one simply must have patience as the towels dry on the line. For a fledgling businesswoman, the ZhouGong tells us the towels are to herald your success. They also represent the money that serves you and your daughter. Just be patient, keep up with your efforts, have the confidence and crystal clear thinking of pristine waters, continue to let your life-force flow freely to express clearly your gifts, and the clothesline will do its’ work. The tiny house you long for is not inhabited by another human being, it is inhabited by an abundance of joy and sweet emotions invoked by the brownie and the comfort and companionship embodied by the coffee. I urge to keep moving forward with your current work Dharma, and the comfort and security of a tiny house that is filled with an abundance of joy and companionship will be yours. I leave you now to your work little sister, take comfort for I am here.”
Dharma woke, the dreamscape flooded into her mind’s eye and she was totally aware. She jumped up to calculate where Tatiana fell in her own chart if there even was an asteroid Tatiana. And there, in her massive asteroid guidebook, she found it–asteroid 769, Tatjana. It had to be her. She was retrograde in the birth chart side-by-side with Eros retrograde as well holding the seventh key. And today she was linked to retrograde natal Pluto beholding the sixth key of daily work and activities.
For the first time in many, many moons, she remembered. She could see the dreamscape and decipher the code it contained. “Jamie!” Dharma cried out in her mind. “I remember, its coffee and brownies for breakfast–I remembered the dream!”
Rulership: Venus & Mars, united as one
Magickal Properties: Protection through Coyote Medicine, Positivity, Sustained Action, Attraction of Complimentary Energies, Guidance to Divine Purpose
As the flocks of Simurgh flew over the arid slopes of the Peruvian Andes, my seeds lit upon the ground and took root. I flourished in these majestic highlands. Venus blessed me with her beauty and grace and it was my beauty that initially attracted the sons and daughters of man to taste of my fruit. My limbs, flowers, and berries are delicate and graceful. And my aroma is quite intoxicating. Venus was not content to keep me to herself and she called Mars to me, enticing him to lend me his powers. For in me she saw a great will to live in a place that despite its haunting beauty was fraught with all manner of calamity. What appears as delicate and fragile is actually, bold, strong, courageous, and active.
And so it was that I became to have a dual purpose and nature. This duality allows me to be a great trickster and coyote walks beside me. Man uses me as black pepper, the piper nigrum, which truly is ruled by Mars and Mars alone. But I fooled man, for I am not even remotely related to the piper nigrum. Man is not the only species to be tricked by me. The moths that love to feed upon nigrum’s branches, relish mine as well.
Respect me and I will show you how to trick and outwit your opponents, overcome hardship, and lead you to your true calling. My energy works by attracting, initiating and sustaining action. I am evergreen and never rest. I can attract to you, your most complimentary mate and inspire you to initiate contact. Ask, and I will attract to you the memories of a time before the veil—the memories of your pre-birth desires. And I will give you a most powerful urge to initiate down the path of their manifestation. I will soothe your nerves, allow you to fixate on a focused goal, and give you the energy to pursue it, all at the same time.
For mundane purposes, I can be useful as an insecticide diluted and sprayed around plants and the home. My resins have been used to heal small ulcer-like wounds and to set bones. My essential oil, mixed with a carrier oil and massaged into the affected area can comfort those with sore muscles and menstrual cramps. My aroma can brighten the mood and energize those who suffer melancholy. Sprinkle my crushed berries onto food for a uniquely floral, peppery kick.
My essential oils contain limonene which can be quite toxic to your four-legged friends and small children. Keep me far out of reach. Never diffuse me or bring me into direct contact with household pets, infants, sensitive children, and pregnant or nursing mothers.
Respect my strength, use me wisely and I will serve you well.
Aromatic Description: The smell of black pepper with citrus and a hint of floral undertones.
Warnings: Potentially toxic to dogs, cats, children, and unborn children. Avoid contact with eyes, inner ears, and sensitive areas. When using any new essential oils it is wise to conduct a skin patch test on the inner forearm before extended use. Monitor the use of all essential oils. Allergies and sensitivities can develop at any time.
RIa compound %
918 α-thujene 0.1
923 α-pinene 0.2
931 camphene 0.3
953 sabinene 0.2
959 1-octen-3-ol 0.1
968 myrcene 4.1
976 3-octanol 0.1
984 α-phellandrene 26.5
997 p-cymene 3.8
1007 limonene 8.6
1011 β-phellandrene 12.4
1048 terpinolene 0.1
1091 linalool 0.5
1132 α-campholenal 0.1
1154 camphor 2.1
1168 borneol 1.8
1180 terpinen-4-ol 0.1
1197 α-terpineol 0.1
1238 nerol 0.2
1286 bornyl acetate 0.4
1282 thymol 0.5
1329 benzyl butyrate 0.3
1343 α-terpinyl acetate 0.8
1371 hexyl hexanoate 0.2
1384 1-tetradecene 0.6
1396 β-elemene 0.3
1443 γ-cadinene 0.4
1452 bicyclogermacrene 4.1
1467 germacrene A 0.3
1475 δ-cadinene 1.9
1497 elemol 10.8
1509 germacrene B 0.8
1528 spathulenol 1.4
1547 caryophyllene oxide 0.1
1593 1,10-di-epi-cubenol 3.8
1611 α-eudesmol 6.1
1648 β-eudesmol 4.2
1656 α-cadinol 0.1
Dharma felt something tugging at her mind as she traversed the dreamscape. It was nagging, it wouldn’t go away, its persistence pulled her back and she could see the dreamscape disintegrating before her. She felt the soft warm fur of Jaime’s massive dragon-like head nuzzling her from her slumber. Dharma would’ve been angry if it weren’t for the powerful force of love that oozed from Jaime’s aura. That blanket of love was just as inviting and warm as any dreamscape.
“Dharma, love. It is time to go into the portal. We need to find the invocations from Danu’s grimoire. You must wake up now.”
Dharma looked over at the smoldering hearth. Brigid’s flame was barely hanging on as an ember and the cottage was cold and damp. Dharma would much prefer to stoke the fire and snuggle back under her warm blankets until sunrise. She could hear the west wind howling. While finding a portal sounded exciting, braving that wind while crossing the pitch black moor, took quite a bit of the thrill out of it.
“Can’t it wait ’til after breakfast. The wind may settle after the sun breaks.”
“No,” Jaime’ gently replied. “The veil is thinnest now. If we wait we won’t be able to get through.”
Dharma yawned. “Very well, I’m up.” So this is what it is like to work with a familiar, Dharma thought to herself. They get to boss you around and tell you what to do.
Of course, Jaime’ heard every thought, and with that one, gave Dharma a playful head-but to the rump, to get her moving.
It was a typical foggy morning on the moor. The sound of the surf, blasting into the sheer cliff walls of limestone, made its way through the dense fog to Dharma’s cottage door. It was the tiniest of cottages, and its thick stone walls were quickly warmed by the glowing fire in the hearth. At least one fire was lit there every day in Brigid’s name. On chill foggy mornings as this, Brigid’s flame made the cottage a warm and cozy cocoon. Dharma could see glimpses of Jaime’ proudly parading about the meadow outside of her small window. Her relationship with the giant, breathtaking Simurgh was still new. Dharma didn’t yet have a firm grasp on just how to work with a familiar and had never expected one so magnificent to heed her call. For now, she was comforted by Jaime’s presence and was enjoying their daily mental conversations.
But on this morning, as she sipped the fragrant French espresso and savored the rich pain au chocolat, her mental conversation was taken over by a different voice. This voice was not the blast of love and warmth that came from her familiar, Jaime’. No, this was a kind voice, yet it had an underlying steely and steadfast resolve.
“And so, Dharma, what do you remember about invoking the guardians? For the past several moons, you have been asking me over and over in your mind. Has it come to you? What have you learned since you made your leap over the great waters and crafted a new life in a new country?”
Dharma gazed out the window and pondered this question as Jaime’ bent her massive dragon-like head to graze a bit. Looking back in her mind’s eye, Dharma could see that she had learned much in this regard.
“It’s not what I had expected. It’s not as if a luminescent form comes knocking at your door with a bottle of wine in their hands and says, “Hey, how’s it going?” But if you lay a plate out for dinner, light a candle in a guardian’s name anointed with their favorite essence, and invite them in, they will join you in the conversations one has in one’s own mind, just as you are doing with me now,” replied Dharma.
“And is that all one has to take into consideration? What you have recited to me is no more information than what is offered by the proliferation of magick books that you so often complain of as being inadequate. What is missing?”
Dharma paused for a moment, and just as she took that one small simple moment to breath, the realization of what was missing hit her hard and fast. It was a concept that had consumed her during the past frenzied months of traversing continents. “It’s the veil, the veil controlled by the geldrbaryn. When you first came to visit me the veil was so thin. You could show me a visual of yourself and speak to me clearly in the dreamscape without hardly any symbolism. That is how I knew clearly your identity. You are Circe, guardian of magick and you were able to emblazon that fact clearly into my brain because the veil was so thin at that moment.”
Circe prodded, “Think Dharma, what was it that made the veil so thin that November?”
Dharma was on a roll now, the clear direct answer to every question she had posited on the subject was illuminated in a moment of divine awareness. “It’s the energy! Everything is energy, just like Tesla said. It was in the natal chart–you, Tara, Minerva, Brigid, and Demeter–your asteroids were all transiting my natal Sun in the star chart that November day, and you all came through together into my dreamscape!”
Circe was pleased. “Yes, the star chart is an energy map. When a heavenly body is merged with a guardian’s spiritual essence and is orbiting in transit of your natal planets and significant points, we—the guardians—are able to pierce the veil more easily. The veil is thinnest at the natal Sun. Yet there is still more to consider.”
“Yes” Dharma beamed. “You, Minerva, Brigid, and Demeter were all with me the day I was born. Minerva was conjunct my sun, Brigid was conjunct my Venus, Demeter was conjunct my North Node and you were conjunct my Part of Fortune.”
“Tara was not with you on the day that you were born, was she? Yet she facilitated the event, she was the driver of the white van in the dreamscape–she brought us through the veil. Why was she able to do this?” queried Circe.
“It all goes back to energy,” Dharma exclaimed. “All those years ago, a full 18 years in earth time—I practiced a daily devotion to Tara. I lit incense in her name and chanted to her daily for at least a year solid. It created a bond between us, didn’t it? I thought it was a silly waste of time, but it created an energetic bridge between me and Tara.”
“Yes, but it is not offerings that brought Tara close to you. What do you think it was?”
“Respect” boomed Dharma. The offerings have never made sense to me. Why would someone devoted to our well-being require offerings? It goes against the natural order of things. But, I must say, when we make the offerings we are actively showing respect.”
“Yes,” Circe’s voice was strong and direct. “There is NO magick without respect, for respect is the seed for all magickal work. And that, my dear girl, is why the geldrbaryn have worked so hard to strip this world of it. They have distorted the concept of respect to the point that the sons and daughters of man scarcely grasp its most rudimentary forms. There are much better ways of showing respect than giving offerings and those ways are buried in your memories, Dharma. You thought you weren’t a witch, you thought your spell to remember didn’t work. And what do you think now Dharma? Are you a witch, do you remember?”
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Guardian of Initiative
Keeper of the First Key
I am Mars. My gift to the sons and daughters of man is the courage to initiate–the courage to be first, the courage to enter the unknown, the courage to trust divine inspiration, and the courage to act. The first step in defeating the geldrbaryn is having the courage to initiate and fulfill the Sophia Contract. This divine contract does not operate within the confines of the false reality that is the geldrbaryn agenda. To adhere to the contract requires the courage to go beyond the paths imposed on you.
The geldrbaryn will vilify me. They will call me the god of war. They wage wars and spill the blood of the sons and daughters of man in my name. They will call me the god of competition, tricking the sons and daughters of man to follow the crooked path of “better than”. They will call me a malefic within your astrological birth chart, something to be shunned or overcome, for they know without me, the sons and daughters of man will succumb peacefully to their will.
I am a warrior. But the only war I wage is on the geldrbaryn. Sons and daughters of man, be mindful of the energy I impart to you. It is a mighty and powerful force. It can be used for the good of Sophia and humanity or it can be used to create division, destruction, and suffering. When the 12th key of Pandora’s box is engaged, my energy will fuse with Source energy. Enlighted, inspired action will be yours. Engage all 12 keys of the box and inspired action becomes an effortless reflex.
Know your enemy. Wage your wars on the geldrbaryn and the geldrbaryn alone.
The Keys to the Sophia Contract
“I, Urania, guardian of the sun, the moon, and the stars, guardian of all the celestial bodies, give to the sons and daughters of man, the code that holds the key to their truth and their destiny. Follow the path I have illuminated in the heavens and it will lead you back to the Garden.”
At the dawning of humanity, the geldrbaryn infiltrated the mind of the sons and daughters of man–the collective mind. They used their cunning and trickery to coerce humanity to disconnect willfully from the web of creation. At the heart of the deceit was a distortion of the sacred cycle of life-the never-ending ebb and flow of transformation born from the marriage of divine source and pure intention. And so it was that the false cycle of death and rebirth was accepted and the house of karma was built. The illusion of death, the false construct of linear time, and the veil of forgetfulness were established as the gatekeepers of the house of karma.
The way of the Goddess is to overcome our enemies by leveraging their negativity to create a positive end. This creates an alchemical reaction that quite harmlessly, yet powerfully, transmutes the malignant into the benign. And so it is that the Urania code holds the false concept of linear time in my service. Be vigilant in documenting the exact linear time of each human infant’s birth. It is the key to breaking free from the veil and remembering the Sophia contract. It has the power to bring down the house of karma.
Do not underestimate the weight of fulfilling the Sophia contract. The fate of the Universe depends upon it. Only the sons and daughters of man have dominion over the geldrbaryn and the power to destroy them.
Rise and claim your victory.