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In the shadowed cradle of Nemrut Dag, where eagles carve silence from ancient stone, King Antiochus I etched his throne against the stars: a Hierothesion, half-temple, half-tomb, gazing eastward like a lover's vow. There, in 2 BCE, the heavens unfurled a velvet secret: a waning crescent Moon devouring Regulus, the Lion's heart, while Jupiter, Mars, Mercury, and Venus danced in silken conjunction within a single degree. Once every 18,000 years, this Leo symphony stirs, a whisper from Three Magi who watched for the Great King to Come, their eyes alight with astrological fire.


Beneath the tumulus, a Leo stela guards the riddle: nineteen stars, three wanderers, and a twelfth phantom... a star-and-crescent sigil, older than empires, blooming like forbidden fruit from Gobekli Tepe's pillars to the seals of Akkadian gods. It mocks the crescent's veil, heralding emancipation from watchful Archons, those fallen scribes who chained humanity in doctrinal dusk. Antiochus, god-king of blended blood, built his vigil for the Age's pivot--from Aries' ram to Pisces' fish--unwitting midwife to a humbler throne in Bethlehem's straw.


Yet the stars do not lie, only we forget their poetry. This confluence, no mere horoscope but a captured gasp of eternity, bids us question: Was the phantom a supernova's sigh, or heaven's own tear? In its glow, the Son of Man stirs, not as conqueror but key-turner, unlocking cages forged in terror's name. Lift your gaze. Wisdom blooms in the unproven, where symbols endure like roots through stone, defying the false kings who twist them into crowns of thorns.



Full article exploring all of the evidence by The Ethical Skeptic: https://theethicalskeptic.com/2022/02/24/a-curious-ancient-astrological-confluence/


Beneath the tumulus, a Leo stela guards the riddle: nineteen stars, three wanderers, and a twelfth phantom... a star-and-crescent sigil, older than empires, blooming like forbidden fruit from Gobekli Tepe's pillars to the seals of Akkadian gods. It mocks the crescent's veil, heralding emancipation from watchful Archons, those fallen scribes who chained humanity in doctrinal dusk. Antiochus, god-king of blended blood, built his vigil for the Age's pivot--from Aries' ram to Pisces' fish--unwitting midwife to a humbler throne in Bethlehem's straw.


Yet the stars do not lie, only we forget their poetry. This confluence, no mere horoscope but a captured gasp of eternity, bids us question: Was the phantom a supernova's sigh, or heaven's own tear? In its glow, the Son of Man stirs, not as conqueror but key-turner, unlocking cages forged in terror's name. Lift your gaze. Wisdom blooms in the unproven, where symbols endure like roots through stone, defying the false kings who twist them into crowns of thorns.



Full article exploring all of the evidence by The Ethical Skeptic: https://theethicalskeptic.com/2022/02/24/a-curious-ancient-astrological-confluence/