Decan Odyssey
Every ten degrees of the zodiac is a gateway—a pulse of energy, a story unfolding in cosmic time.
The Decans are not just divisions of the sky; they are initiation points, archetypal flames burning through the wheel of the year, each carrying its own rhythm, its own challenge, its own revelation.
This is my Decan Odyssey—a walk through the esoteric map of time, where astrology and Tarot entwine, revealing the shifting landscapes of fate, will, and transformation. Through this journey, I will explore each decan as it unfolds, feeling its fire, listening to its echoes, and witnessing its presence in my own life.
One step. One story. One cosmic spark at a time.
Let the odyssey begin.
Telos Tarot of 777 deck, by M.M. Meleen
Aries 1🔶Mar 21 to 31🔶
I Am the Forge of My Own Becoming
I was the Tower, standing unshaken in the heart of my dominion—Mars enthroned in the illusion of permanence. My foundation was built on conquest, on unchallenged certainty, on the raw force of my will. I believed myself untouchable because I had forged myself in fire.
But Mars is not merely the god of war—it is the god of battle itself, and the most ruinous wars are not fought against outer enemies, but within. I waged war against my own soul, against the restless fire that demanded movement while I clung to my self-made fortress. My mind was a battlefield of ceaseless conflict—desires turned against reason, instincts locked in struggle with will.
The moment came as it always must: my inner wars erupted, the unchecked force of Mars turning upon its own stronghold. My Tower did not fall. I fell with it. The walls I built to command my world became my own prison, and the siege came from within.
I crashed into the blackened earth, stripped of my citadel, my banners, my throne. The old form was broken, but I was not. Mars in Aries does not mourn what has been razed—it demands rebirth.
There, in the smoldering ruins, I beheld the Two of Wands—Mars reborn within Aries, no longer a force of blind destruction, but of pure, directed will. The horizon stretched before me, aflame with possibility. The celestial wheels turned, whispering of new dominion. This was not a fall. It was a gateway.
I stood between two pillars of flame—one tethered to the past, the other leading into the unknown. Dominion was mine to claim, but not over bricks and mortar. No, this was something greater: the mastery of my own Fire.
The Emperor awaited me, bathed in the rising Sun. He was not separate from me—he was my final form, my initiation complete. No longer bound to a crumbling Tower, I ascended the throne of my own sovereignty.
Mars in Aries is not a force of endless war. It is the alchemical flame that destroys only to refine, that strips away weakness to reveal the unbreakable core.
I am not the Tower.
I am not the ruins.
I am the fire that shapes itself anew.