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A Council of Gods Within · Vol. V

The Seat at the Table

When most people hear Saturn, they picture the taskmaster father, the grim patriarch with a clock and a scythe. But imagine, for a moment, that Saturn is not an old man at all. Imagine she is a Bone Mother 🦴🔥 — a crone of time who tends both decay and endurance, who whispers not of punishment but of remembrance.

When she enters the council, the room grows still. Not with silence alone, but with the heavy hush of bones remembering. She places no crown of laurel on my head. Instead, she lays a finger across the marrow of my ribs and says:
“This will pass, but what matters will endure in your bones.”

Saturn’s Mirror 🌒

In evolutionary astrology, Saturn is where the soul meets its edge — the structure that limits, contains, and teaches through resistance. For me, Saturn lives in the 12th house, cloaked in Leo’s fire. A paradox: hidden flame, radiant yet veiled. The 12th house carries the vast ocean of collective unconscious, karmic residue, and dissolving boundaries. To place Saturn here is to be tasked with carrying weight that is not always mine, with learning discernment in the unseen.

As Bone Mother, Saturn doesn’t hand me certainty; she hands me endurance. She reminds me that grief metabolized becomes wisdom, and that time itself is both the destroyer and the midwife of form.

The Two Faces: The Bone Mother & Chrhónie Eírnys ⚖️

When Saturn speaks as Bone Mother, she is steady, grave, and maternal — a reminder of legacy. But when she turns as Chrhónie Eírnys, the Wrath of Time, she is terrifying in her inevitability. This face says:
“No prayer, no magic, no charm will stop what must fall away. You may only learn to honor the falling.”

Together, they are not contradictions but mirrors. One hand bones, one hand flame — both teaching that the only way through is with time, not against it.

Approaching the Mirror🕯️

Bone Mother, Keeper of Endurance,
teach me to honor what endures beyond decay.
Let me sit with your silence,
let me build where the foundation is true,
let me remember that my body is temporary,
but my devotion is eternal.

Chrónie Eírnys, inevitable tide,
teach me to release what no longer belongs,
without clawing, without fear.
May I find my dignity in the letting go.

🔔 Invitation

To you who reads, as Saturn sits at your inner council, notice where you resist the lessons of time. Where are you fighting endings that are already written? Where are you clutching what should be compost? And where are you building with the weight of bone — steady, enduring, true?

Sit with this. Light a candle 🕯️ let its wax melt without rush, and watch. The Bone Mother asks nothing but your willingness to witness time as sacred.

With devotion and wonder,
The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic

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