Nava, the nine. Gnosis, the knowing. A map, a room, and a practice. The reading is the way in.
You think you know your character sheet. You've been reading the one the world handed you, and assuming its limits are yours. This is your actual character sheet. Nine parts, each with an address, a job, and something it has wanted since before you were born. You didn't write it, which means (and this is the part that matters if you've ever lain awake wondering whether you made the whole thing up) you can't have made it up. Every single thing on it is yours. You have a right to all of it. Nobody, I don't care who, can take it from you.
I read it to you the way mine was read to me: not what's going to happen to you, but who's in there, right now, and what each one is afraid of.
Then you go meet them. Not me telling you about your Venus; you, in a quiet, guided state, saying hello to her by the name the old astrologers gave her and letting her answer. Sometimes it comes as a feeling. Sometimes a word. Sometimes just a knowing. I don't interpret and I don't teach. I say the first sentence and then I shut the fuck up.
Something to do on the days you're far from the tower. Not to fix anything, because nothing's broken, but to keep the line home open. Spoken, not pictured, because I don't see pictures either, and every practice that ran on them never took for me. This one took.
Three doors. The first one's free, the second is the reading, and the third you can't buy on a page. Start wherever you are.
Here's the deal. You tell me when and where you were born, and you answer one question: if I could wave a magic wand and change one thing in your life, what would it be? Inside two days you get a paragraph back from me. Not a horoscope, not a robot. Which one of your nine has been carrying that thing, what it's afraid of, and what it's been doing for you the whole time. One slot in the folder, filled. You're not trying to get rid of it. You're trying to get to know it. That's the whole method, in a paragraph, and it's yours whether or not we ever speak again.
Or skip the form and just email me: dennis@astrodivergent.net. Same four things, in your own words.
One sitting, virtual. I'll have your chart worked before we ever speak, so the hour is yours, not mine. I read you the whole map the way mine was read to me: who's in there, what each one is afraid of, what each one has wanted since before you were born. You leave with the sheet, all nine slots, and you'll know by the end of it whether there's more you want.
The nine of them, one at a time, in the room, until you've met them. Then the practice, yours to keep. This is the whole protocol, and I don't sell it on a page. It's by invitation only, and the invitation comes out of the reading.
This is for people who've done the work and still don't feel the way they want to feel. It is not for everyone, and honestly, if it isn't for you, you already know. I'm not building a big practice. Once I'm full, I work with who I have.
There's more after the arc, for people who've met their nine and want somewhere to bring them. It isn't built yet, and I'm not going to pretend it is. If you want to know when it exists, say so when we talk.