The astrology that we are used to - the ones we read in the papers and on blogs - tend to be a form of astrology known as Western astrology. But there are many other types of astrology. There is Eastern astrology, sometimes called Chinese astrology that has signs of animals such as Horse, Ox, and Ram, that seem to loosely correspond to western astrology signs such as Sagittarius, Taurus and Aries.
Another type of astrology is Vedic Astrology which is very predictive and used in places like India to arrange the most optimal marriages, timing for opening businesses and entering any new venture and even predicting longevity and timing of death. The prediction of death is a tricky thing as I have research many Vedic sites to see if their prediction of my time of death is similar to the one predicted to me many years ago when I was very young. Depending on who you talk to, Vedic astrology death predictions are either actual timings or "not really death but a transformation."
According to AstroSpeak.com, Indian Astrology is also known as Indian Vedic Astrology or Vedic Astrology. Vedic Astrology can be defined as the science explains in details the planetary movements and positions in respect to day and time, and their effects on 12 zodiac signs that influence the personality traits of humans. In short, it depends on the correct positions of the zodiacal fixed sun signs in regards to the place/location on the earth at given point of time.
This is a very interesting story about where Vedic astrology can predict the future and how it is used by those who follow it. Amisha K. Patel lives in New York City, where she is a social entrepreneur and lawyer. This is her story of Modern Love from the New York Times:
Ever since I was a child, I have known my destiny. Not in the subtle ways that some believers in fate know, but in the very unsubtle way that many Hindus know.
I have what we call a janmakshar, a premium personalized horoscope. Based on the positions of the stars at the exact time and location of my birth, my janmakshar provides a map of my life that Indian astrologers can use to predict — for a fee, of course — everything, including my temperament (“She will be sharp-tongued and stubborn”) and my career (“She will have great success and be well respected in government”).
Some astrologers are naturally gifted, while others rely on software programs to do their divining. I have read that India may be home to more astrologers than the rest of the world combined because so many people there seek astrological advice on questions large and small: When is an auspicious time of day for the wedding? Should I take this job? Will I win the case?
When my parents came to America, they brought their astrological beliefs with them. Over the years, they would return from their annual trips to India with updated readings in Gujarati or Hindi about my siblings and me from astrologers boasting famous clientele.
After rifling through my parents’ bags for new clothes and junk from the bazaar, we children would gather around the kitchen table as my mother put on her glasses to translate our fates. She would sometimes pause and skip entire paragraphs, at which point we would try to guess the bad news from which she was shielding us. She claimed that she did not want the predictions to unduly influence our decisions.
Over the years, several of those predictions did seem to come true. My brother did get sick enough at 25 to require a kidney transplant. My sister did marry at 30. And though I had been painfully shy as a teenager, I did grow into a sharp-tongued lawyer well respected in government. I’m not sure we thought too much of those predictions when we were living them. If we did, we chalked them up to coincidence.
Being Indian by way of New Jersey, I often railed against this determinism, pointing to the variations among the readings as evidence of their falsity, even if a few did come true. The lawyer in me prized rationality and logic, and the idea that outcomes were predetermined ran contrary to all my work, education and ambition. I found my parents’ belief in fate unnerving and un-American.
My father would say: “Ami, it’s not that your fate changes with each reading. That is fixed. It’s just that some astrologers are better at telling your story than others.” One of the many stories that my parents — and eventually I, too — wanted to change with each telling was that of my marriage.
When I was 27, my fiancé broke off our engagement after two years of us trying to buoy our relationship, which sank not so much from a lack of love but from a comedy of errors involving suspicions of “black magic” by members of our feuding families that led to distrust between my fiancé and me, ultimately unraveling our plans and dreams.
As I lay catatonic on my parents’ couch in the aftermath, my mother, heartbroken, tried to comfort me. As she stroked my hair, she told me there always had been a prediction that I would have a “broken relationship” at this age.
She had wanted to tell me earlier, when things weren’t going well, that it may be better to break it off, but that was one of the many times she had hoped the astrologers were wrong.
She reassured me that none of this was anyone’s fault: not mine, my fiancé’s, his family’s or ours. It was simply our fate, which had been written long before he and I met.
I couldn’t make sense of the fact that despite how much we loved each other and how well we got along, we had not ended up together. I had grown tired of replaying every wrong move and angry word. I couldn’t silence my inner voice, which kept nagging, “If only … ” and “Maybe if you hadn’t. …”
Instead, I tried to relax into the great comfort that none of our behavior had mattered. I told myself I had been trapped in a choose-your-own-adventure book in which all paths led to the same sad ending.
And in this way, I finally managed to peel myself from the couch and return to my life in New York, where I had to study for the bar exam.
A few weeks later, I was back in New Jersey for lunch with my parents, where they presented me with an envelope and a small plastic bag containing a pendant with a translucent blue-tinged, tear-shaped stone.
“It’s a moonstone,” my father said.
“It’s expensive and rare,” my mother chimed in.
I glanced at the envelope. In red typeface on the upper left corner were the words: “Matri Vision, specializing in matrimonial counseling and rituals.” It was addressed (with my name misspelled) to “Ms. Amita Patel USA.”
My heart sank as I remembered ads from some other matrimonial counseling outfit that had appeared constantly on Indian satellite television: “Love life not working out? Health problems? Everything going wrong? You may be under black magic. Contact us and all your problems will be solved.”
I had always pitied the desperate fools targeted by those ads. Now it seemed the desperate fool was me.
My parents explained that the astrologer had predicted a bright marital future for me once an obstacle was removed.
Apparently, the position of two Vedic planets in my chart — Rahu and Ketu — was troubling, and my parents should have done a prayer ritual to rid me of the effects when I was born. Instead, they had let these two mischief-making planets have their way with me.
The absurdity of the whole thing made me laugh, but I was eager to read the instructions and glad they were in English so my parents would not be able to skip the bad parts.
I was to light incense and meditate on Lord Chandra, the god of the moon. I was to wash my moonstone in milk and the waters of the Ganges (luckily my parents always have some in the refrigerator) while repeating the Chandra Mantra 108 times. I was to wear the moonstone for 90 days while trying to be “active, cool and health conscious.”
Meanwhile, back in India, Matri Vision’s Brahmins would do a separate moonstone prayer ritual for me, and I would need to fast until 4 p.m. on the day they performed it, which would take place in 60 days. What did I have to lose? I wore my moonstone religiously and hoped Rahu and Ketu would stop messing with me.
After taking the bar exam, I headed off on a seven-week adventure to Southeast Asia. I was in Laos on that 60th day of the moonstone prayer ritual, which I had completely forgotten about.
But as fate would have it, I had given morning alms to the monks in Luang Prabang, and the ritual made me want to fast, just as I sometimes did at home when my mother asked me to do so for religious reasons, so I had.
After 90 days, my life had improved drastically. I no longer awoke feeling frustrated and angry. My Hindi movie melodrama had stopped replaying itself in my dreams.
I still wasn’t sure I would love again, but it didn’t matter as much because I now believed there was nothing more I could have done to save that relationship.
My father called and said that he had spoken with the counselor from Matri Vision and that a final step remained, which I could complete the next time I visited.
When I went to New Jersey that weekend, my parents handed me a basket shrouded in black cloth. In order to move on from my broken engagement, I would need to place the basket in the branches of a leafless tree and not look back.
On my way out to the yard, I peeked inside the basket and saw two bangles, a cheap necklace, earrings, a tin of kohl and a handkerchief. I reached up, placed it securely between two branches and walked away. I was tempted to look back but had come far enough that I was not going to spoil it in the homestretch.
Soon after, just as predicted by Matri Vision, I met my next marital “opportunity,” an Orthodox Jewish man three years younger, as improbable a match for me as my fiancé had been probable. But now I was more open to improbable, because, you know — fate.
And as I slid into love with him against all of my better judgment, I felt liberated, not constrained, by the fact that our story, too, had already been written.
But I kept wearing my moonstone just in case.
We celebrate the new Lunar New Year. According to Chinese astrology, this is the Year of the Sheep .. or is it The Ram ... or is it the Goat?
According to NBC news coverage, it apparently matters. "This animal sign, which comes once every dozen years, can be said to have an identity crisis. Known variably as the Year of the Goat, Sheep or Ram, the sign's confusion stems from its Chinese character, "yang," which broadly describes any of the ruminating mammals, with or without horns. Many Chinese prefer to translate it as the "Year of the Sheep" because sheep are more cute and cuddly, and large sheep figures have appeared around the capital's shopping areas in recent weeks. The goat, however, is more likely to be the original meaning because it was a popular farm animal among Han Chinese who started the zodiac tradition, Huang Yang, a researcher on the roles of sheep and goats in Chinese culture, was quoted by the official Xinhua News agency as saying."
My overview of the Year of the Sheep makes no distinction:
Some astrology books equate The Sign of The Sheep with the Sign of the Ram or The Sign of the Goat, but it is all the same as far as personality is concerned. Emotional, sentimental and mushy, Sheep correspond to the western sign of Cancer. Sheep are cuddly nurturers who can be sentimental and clingy. “Clingy”? Well perhaps a little overly mothering. But it’s because they care so much.
Some parents delay or induce births to avoid the Year of the Sheep because they think their offspring will be too docile or easily manipulated. But it is the savvy parent who goes right ahead and bears a Sheep Year baby: "One woman attending a prenatal class, and due in late February, said she doesn't pay much attention to the zodiac. 'Lots of people think sheep babies' lives will be very tiring and they have to work hard, so lots of people try to avoid having sheep babies," said the mother-to-be, who would only give her surname, Li. "But that means my baby won't have as much competition, which is great.' "
Let's welcome the Chinese New Year ringing in the Year of The Rabbit on February 3, 2011. Ah, just when you least expect it, another New Year arrives. Some celebrate the Jewish New Year of Rosh Hashonah which occurs in the fall (the dates shift because it is a lunar calendar). Then almost all of us celebrate the January 1 (or is it the night of December 31...?) New Year. And then in the winter (again the date changes each year because of the lunar calendar) we can celebrate the Chinese New Year. If you ever want to know when the exact dates and the signs of the Chinese New Year occur, here is a great site to track the changing New Years dates every year.
This year the 2011 is the Year of the Rabbit. Rabbits are considered to be very lucky but they make their luck by working hard. They are warm, friendly, intelligent and charming, refined and diplomatic. They like to look good and are attractive and sharp dressers. The Year of the Rabbit is marked by positive energy and an eye to calmness and control. Rabbits are not comfortable in unstable situations and are not keen on change but they are hard working and can overcome any bump in the road.
Last year I had a countdown to the Chinese New Year with posts on each of the signs. You can read them all here. There are 12 signs in the Chinese zodiac and just like the 12 signs of the Western zodiac, they correspond to different attributes. Chinese zodiac sings change every year at the new year so if you don't know what sign you are, check in the book: Chinese Astrology: Exploring the Eastern Zodiac.