❤️🔥Aries III : Venus in Aries 🔥Temple of the Twin Flames
Venus in Aries| 4 of Wands | April 9–19
Two flames walk forward,
Not to merge but to mirror —
Wands raised, pact signed in ash and light.
Love me where I rage,
And I will dance where you reign.
In the third act of Aries, the forge no longer sparks — it blazes white-hot.
This is not the birth of fire, but its ritual refinement.
Here, within the temple of Aries III, flame ceases to consume — it consecrates.
Ruled by Venus in Aries, this decan is a holy paradox:
Sacred union governed by raw impulse.
Harmony forged, not found, in the furnace of will.
Venus emerges here stripped of her silks, clad in molten iron.
No longer Aphrodite of passive bloom,
She is the Flame-Bearer, She-Who-Chooses —
She selects with the edge of a sword, not with a sigh.
She does not wait to be loved; she demands recognition.
The Four of Wands in Aries III is not a celebration —
It is a ceremony of recognition.
A crossing of thresholds.
A pact written in smoke and scorched earth.
Here, love is not absorption. It is acknowledgment.
Two sovereign flames meet — not to fuse, but to reflect, to intensify, to co-exist in radiance.
This is the Alchemical Wedding where nothing is diluted and everything is exposed.
The Wands are not mere batons —
They are pylons, gateways, pillars of initiation, marking the the axis shared.
It says:
This is the cost. This is the rite. This is what it means to meet someone without flinching.
To walk through them is to say:
I see your fire. I do not fear it.
And The Emperor watches —
Architect of boundaries, builder of empires, guardian of divine order.
But here, in this decan, his grip loosens.
He cannot command this Venus.
He cannot contain this love.
This bond is not obedient.
It is oath-bound and wild.
The sacred pact is simple:
I will not tame you.
I will walk beside your blaze.
I will not kneel.
I will meet you standing.
This is not partnership as compromise.
It is not surrender.
It is mutual ignition —
The union of flames risking everything to remain intact beside one another.
The Four of Wands in Aries III is not merely a wedding —
It is a blood oath between gods.
A ceremony conducted through smoke and sacred fire.
The divine risk of loving someone who is not a mirror — but a match.
They do not cancel each other out — they amplify.
They burn higher together than they ever could alone.
Love me where I rage.
Pierce me where I resist.
Burn with me until our names are smoke.
In Aries III We do not soften for love.
We ignite.
We do not merge.
We stand side by side, crowned in fire.
This is not destruction.
This is the Ceremony of the Fearless.
I do not merge. I mirror.
I do not bow. I blaze beside you.
Let our ceremony be fierce, our covenant forged in light.
We are fire-bound and sovereign.
We are not here to tame — we are here to witness.