WRIT IN THE STARS The night you were born,
the moon was filling. In the old temples they watched a god restore the moon each night, one hand at a time, until the eye was whole. Tell me the day you arrived, and I will tell you which one was working, and what you came here to give. Read my moon THE THRESHOLD Where to send your moon Your reading appears here the moment you submit. I will also send it to you, and write to you now and then from the work. Date of birth Time of birth If you know it. Sharpens the decan. Country of birth Select country City of birth Your email Your phone (optional) Send me my reading and occasional letters from Writ in the Stars. I can leave any time. You may also reach me by phone or message. (Only if you left a number.) Read my moon Writ in the Stars · the waxing gods follow the wall at Dendera; the rest is a living reading · privacy