A flier at my local branch of the public library announced that on Tuesday evening there would be an “Intro to Astrology with Kristina.” It went on: “In this two-hour overview of modern astrology we will cover the natal chart, the elements, and the modes. We will understand through the elements & modes. We will introduce the planets and houses before applying this knowledge to a chart.” No fees. Materials provided. I went.
Kristina was tall and thin. I am not good at ages, but my guess is that she was fortyish. She wore hoop earrings but no other jewelry. She said that she had been interested in astrology all her life and had seriously studied it since she was nineteen. She was a “practicing astrologer” and “read charts.” She practiced online and with a smile said that she was a “global practitioner.” She referred often to “my teacher,” clearly someone important to her.
The flier warned us to come early because the class would be limited to sixteen. No problem. There were eight of us, all but one of whom seemed more knowledgeable about astrology than I was.
We started with basic information about a “natal chart.” Apparently, the location of the birth does not have to be more precise than a city or town, but the birth time, Kristina said, needed to be within seven minutes of the actual delivery. This concerned one of my classmates. She had two adopted children, one from Ethiopia and another from Bangladesh. Not only did she not know the seven-minute window when either was born, she did not even know the dates of their births. She had been told that she could pick a birthday, but now she worried that she had chosen “bad” ones for astrological purposes. I did not know what that meant.
We were told that everything was made of four things—water, fire, air, and earth. (I resisted bringing up atomic and subatomic particles.) Apparently, one of these substances predominates in each of us, and on a handout we were asked to write down our thoughts on what it meant if a person was, for example, a fiery person. I could list traits for a fiery person and for an earthy person. I could not think of anyone, however, who I had ever thought of as a watery person. At first I wrote, “no idea” under watery. Then I wrote, “Perhaps goes with the flow—wishy washy.” I realized that a thin gruel was watery and perhaps a watery person was one of little substance. When we later discussed this, others referred to still waters running deep and another to thundering waves. I thought that if a watery person can evoke a calm that masks layers of thought or the turbulence of crashing breakers while to me it evokes someone without principles or nutritionless cream of wheat, the range of opinions made the label…well, useless.
My confusion increased when we discussed what it meant to be an airy person. I don’t remember ever labeling someone as airy, although “airhead” has been in my lexicon. For airy, what immediately came to mind was Tinkerbell, places such as Ireland and Iceland where Little People had burrowed into the folklore, and those late nineteenth century photographs that had gossamer-like creatures with diaphanous wings. However, one of my classmates said, “Flighty,” and Katrina said, “Yes, intellectual.” I intruded for one of the few times and said that I was confused: “Intellectual and flighty are antithetical.” Others looked at me in bewilderment; Of course they meant the same thing. One classmate said, “My mother is flighty and an intellectual.” I thought that that was possible but not at the same time. Einstein was an intellectual. He may have been flighty at other times, but not when he was trying to unravel the deepest secrets of the universe. The instructor said you should figure out what watery and the other words meant to you. I asked if the terms were meant to be objective or subjective. If the words were merely subjective, there could not be meaningful communication between people about them. I did not get an answer.
We got another handout that listed the well-known astrological signs with their accompanying human traits. Nothing was said about how the characteristics had been determined and assigned. They came to us as self-evident assertions. We were asked to look at our signs and see what we recognized in ourselves, but I tried to look at all the signs. I noticed how the traits for each sign almost always contradicted themselves. Under Aries, for example, it said, “Initiating: Starts things but finds it difficult to see them through once routine replaces creativity.” That seemed consistent with “Spontaneous: Likes things to happen straight away and loses interest if there is any delay.” However, they were seemingly contradicted by “Focused: Not easily distracted from within by self-doubt and second thoughts, nor from without by the reactions of others.” Hmmm. Focused but loses interest easily.
I could recognize characteristics of mine in the Taurus description, but I could also recognize as many traits I have in every one of the signs. And none of the Taurine signs that fit me were immutably ever present. “Patient: Unconcerned with how long things to take to happen.” Sometimes yes, sometimes no. My last trait was supposedly “Stubborn.” I laughed to myself. Aren’t we all stubborn some of the time, but I know that I am not always rigid. Just the other day, I had lunch with a friend. When the check came, I reached for a credit card to split the payment, but Tony said, “You had to make a special effort to come [true], and I am going to pay.” I swallowed my stubbornness, put my wallet away, and let him pay.
I was slow on the uptake, but I finally realized that I was being urged to think in stereotypes. A Gemini was adaptable and expressive. A Virgo was analytical and practical. I had no idea where the stereotyping came from, but I wondered if this is worse than the stereotyping that confronts us regularly — stereotypes based on nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, geography, age, education, politics, accent, hair style, and so on.
I also realized how much of the class was based on a common but basic flaw in human thinking. Too often when an idea is presented, we look for confirming evidence, and that is often easy to find. I could see some confirmation in myself for almost any astrological characteristic for any sign. (Exception: I am not stubborn. How many times would I have to tell you this for you to believe it?) But if we want to advance our knowledge, we must go beyond just confirmation and look for the disconfirming. None of that happened in this class.
But I wondered if this belief system is any more bizarre than others. People believe in transubstantiation and predestination. Others believe that the dictatorship of the proletariat will come. Some believe that the New York Jets will win a Super Bowl. Some believe that one sect comprises the righteous religious heirs of Muhammad while others believe in a different sect. And so on.
Finally, if I had more knowledge, I might know bad things done in the name of astrological beliefs. On the other hand, I know many horrible actions that have been done in the name of other belief systems. So, what is the harm if some believe in astrology?
And if I had not come to the class, I never would have heard a proclamation, said without any sense of irony, like this one from Katrina: “My Libra is in Venus (or perhaps my Venus is in Libra) so I pay close attention to balance.” Even after the class, I had no idea what this meant, but I had never met someone who could say it with a straight face.