Ophiuchus (Oh-FEW-cuss) is the least-known sign on the celestial equator for the sole purpose that he isn’t mentioned in the Western and Sidereal 12-signed zodiac systems. More often he is omitted in Western Astrology with the occasional appearance in the Sidereal, depending on the interpreting astrologer. Further research on this opened the door of my mental curiosity and thirst for knowledge, so I decided to delve further into the rabbit hole on the subject. Let’s start with the basics about Ophiuchus before moving on to reasons why he was omitted, other than the obvious.

Who (or What) is Ophiuchus?
The story behind Ophiuchus is an interesting one, primarily for the reason that the constellation seems to be generated from the story of a (supposed) ancient being. Ophiuchus is known as the Serpent Bearer, thanks to the Greek translation of his name, when being referred to astrologically and in mythology. His presence in the Tropical Zodiac line of progression seems very out of place to those who study the standard Western astrology; his placement being almost exactly beneath the constellation of Scorpio.

His past indicates one of secrecy, but not performed by him. And this is where the omitted sign piqued my interest. To explain, the synopsis of the story behind Ophiuchus’ existence in the celestial equator is nothing more than this:

The gods of Greece watched over Ophiuchus and his developments in the medical sciences. However, when they discover of his unusual methods, along with his extraordinary string of good fortune, Hades proposes a deal to Zeus to makes sure the gods maintain authority over man.

What do the Greek gods have to do with anything pertaining to a constellation? Back in Greek mythology, that is how the constellation of Orion appeared in the midnight landscape. Orion’s death was an unsightly accident that never should have happened, and so to honor his leaving of the “material” world, he was forever embedded into the celestial sky to be looked upon by his lover, Artemis. Ophiuchus has a different story, seeing as he intimidated the gods.

But, it wasn’t that he made the gods wary that caused his death; a discovery that would upset the current balance of the time is what caused the Fates to take him away. What is meant by that is Ophiuchus had supposedly found a way for humans to “live forever,” so to speak. This sparked the realization that if humans became immortal, some of the gods would no longer be necessary. Where would they go? How would they still exist?

This recipe to immortality was supposedly found in snake venom–nowadays known as the recipe for antivenom and others like it–and this was a novel and radical idea at the time. And, still referring to Greek Mythology, associating with the serpentine kind often affiliated a being with the Gorgons (think Medusa). When someone is associated with the not-so-nice Gorgons, suspicions are bound to rise. Also, despite being referred to as evil, one important, but lesser known, fact about serpents and snakes: they’re very intelligent, creating the ability of cunning.

So, Hades, Lord of the Underworld and Warden of Dead Souls, convinced the almighty Zeus to rid the human world of Ophiuchus and his potential of creating a “level playing field” between god and man. Instead of just allowing him to die, Ophiuchus was memorialized in the sky as the constellation “the Snake Bearer” to remind the mortals that you should not go beyond what the order of the universe states.

The Traits of those under Ophiuchus
The Snake Bearer Ophiuchus is probably one of the luckiest, if not the luckiest, along the celestial equator. When referring to the Zodiac, the traits of Ophiuchus are either alarming or enticing.

Positive traits owned by Ophiuchus are extremely high IQ’s, “freedom fighter” syndrome, justified altruism, authenticity, insatiable desire to know things, prosperous blessings, special treatment, trustworthiness, and likability. These are mostly categories and groupings of traits found from various sights during research.

The double-edged sword comes from the Negative traits under Ophiuchus: secret enemies, rebellious to a fault, judgmental thought processes, and ego problems. (Again, this list is an abbreviated list of categories that were deemed fitting of the majority of traits found for the Snake Bearer.)

Knowing the qualities isn’t enough information to use, though. The tendencies of those with an Ophiuchus “guidance” are prone to have lives that exist on Easy Street; and they can easily develop the problems of impatience, unhealthy narcissism, and constant separation. These problems can evolve from both the good and the bad of the omitted sign.

Hypotheses for Omitting Ophiuchuz

For those who may know, the Tropical Zodiac was deemed to be created by the Babylonians. Whether or not this is true is beyond my amateur knowledge. However, whichever society or civilization it was that decided to create the Tropical Zodiac, the people within it didn’t seem to like Ophiuchus.

Within the understanding of the Zodiac, each Sign has distinct or discernible traits that create its identity as that Sign. Also, each sign gets about the same amount of opportunity for power as the others. Ophiuchus, in a similar way to Pisces, takes traits from multiple signs on the wheel, except that Ophiuchus is historically viewed as one of higher value than the little fish, Pisces; the rationale is due to his lifelong streak of luck. This trait, passed down from Greek mythology, permeated the essence of Ophiuchus and the understanding of the Sign’s power: the ability to give one an exceptionally prosperous lifestyle.

With this knowledge, it can be understand why Ophiuchus would be omitted. Such a great power given to a Zodiac Sign seems unfair, which is a hypothesis as to why he isn’t allowed to be part of astrological system. But, to add to the argument, Ophiuchus has the trait that makes having enemies inevitable: easy, natural success.

Ophiuchus’ amicable nature and lifestyle of good fortune is a volatile mixture of information for the other constellations on the celestial equator. The Snake Bearer would be the only Zodiac sign based upon the idea of an actual person in some sort of mythology–don’t overthink and assume that Aquarius, the Water Bearer, is in relation to this because it represents a human. Those given the “cursed blessing” of possessing Ophiuchan traits are often already set apart.

Therefore, it can be assumed that one reason to omit Ophiuchus from the Zodiac is to maintain the idea that humans are flawed. The constellation of Ophiuchus is deemed to be the optimal kind of person according to its backstory. Granted, there are people who strive to be the idea of optimal or perfect within their individual perspective, but since what should and shouldn’t be considered optimal or ideal is a subjective matter, the easiest way to keep the Zodiac even remotely objective is to leave out the idea of perfection.

To show an argument, the twelfth Zodiac Sign, Pisces, is stated to gather traits from the previous eleven houses (Signs) in the Tropical system. However, which traits are gathered is stated to be an uneven amount that is ruled by the Sign’s element, orientation, and modality (all of which are for people fancy the study of astrology). Since Ophiuchus is assumed to be a so-called “perfect” sign, this would disrupt that balance, because Pisceans are nowhere near perfect; neither is any other Zodiac Sign.

The second hypothesis is the more logical-minded one: the creators of the Zodiac believed that having thirteen signs was an omen. Thirteen (13) is often dictated as an unlucky number, hence Friday the 13th being a dreaded day for the superstitious. Not only is 13 considered unlucky, but it is hard to have an even split when there isn’t an even number of items to divide. Having thirteen signs instead of twelve would disrupt the mathematical and systematical balances that helped create the Zodiac, aside from the mythology and social trends of the time.


So, there is an analysis of the Zodiac after a long period of hiatus for which I apologize. This article was an interesting research project and a fun one to write. I hope to post more in the near future.

Signed,

Ocie

Published Book

Hello world! Admin Squeak here! So, i’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned on here that I’ve published a book on Amazon titled Memories, well here’s what it’s about. It might sound a bit cliche.

Synopsis

Monty is a young Demon, his kind is blamed for the five century long War that broke out in his homeland Draeona, the land of the Dragons. Demons in Draeona are considered low-lives, unable to comprehend the moral capacity of most human-like beings in this alternate universe to Elure (the land of Equals), deemed untrustworthy and masterminded; the stereotype drives him nuts.

Even he, with his ex-con mindset, wishes for the war to end already and have an era of Peace. It does good for no being, but nobody in the Capital chooses to believe him due to his racial factors. Somehow the Capital City (Tumbletown) has a top-notch school that accepts him due to his high IQ and response to the interview with the head mistress; in this institution he is confronted by a spunky young female (a rather popular one) whom is a new student from the Mortal Realm fascinated by the thought of a “mythical”
concept following Natural Law and the Laws of Physics. These two are polar opposites in every way, but she is the only student who believes wholeheartedly that he knows how to stop the leader of the Dark Army–the true head, not the figurehead.

This leader has an ego to match their blood lust, and they don’t agree with the peace concept: they want to see the world fall into a black abyssal cloud full of insanity and pride… They want anarchy. She is the definition of the stereotype, and knows what makes Monty tick as his former comrade: she is the embodiment of evil essence, and she has immense power and strategy.

Can Monty and his friends stop the gaining empress? Or are they just fighting a losing battle?

Story Posts

Hiya people of the creative and oh so passionate N.E.R.D community! This is Squeak and I’m gonna throw a little curve ball into this rather dull sight, seeing as I haven’t posted very much. I have an idea for a story and I want some public opinionated feedback. This is a chapter for the story and I want to know what you think, guys! 🙂

Zombies raced at the PC gamer “Chase” from Brooklyn, New York; he bashed in their heads covered in rotting flesh, blew them up with bombs and rockets, and blasted them with his double-barrel pump-action shotgun. He was an excellent gamer with skills honed tediously and strenuously after school work had been completed. At the top of both his class and his zombie assassination team, his pride should be through the roof. It wasn’t. He recognized the superior skill he had and accepted it with humility; he had earned his game ranking via discipline and experience without the use of cheats or mods. Chase—as his gamertag states—was an impeccable student of academic and technological skill.

His name is Jeremiah Connelly, a Junior and valedictorian at East Annan High School, living in one of the many brownstones in the heart of the Brooklyn district of New York City. He didn’t know that his massive knowledge of weaponry, wars, ammunition, and tactical maneuvers would assist in the growth of his hidden, inherited, innate power; he was completely oblivious to his strength.

Now, Jeremiah lives with his parents and one sister, Ginnifer (aka Gen). His parents are often out on business ventures, leaving him and Gen to fend for themselves in one of the world’s most populated cities. Gen got a job once she turned eighteen, being the elder of the siblings; she is now a twenty-year-old student mentor only kept at E.A. to keep Jeremiah in check who took on the role of being his motherly figure. The two protected each other, each of them studying a genre of combat styling—Ginnifer learnt jujutsu while Jeremiah practiced taekwondo.

The story begins in the depths of Brooklyn’s brownstones[1]. The two siblings have been left alone again by their workaholic parents to prepare for the oncoming school day.

“Jay!” Ginnifer calls out excitedly, “C’mon let’s get going! We’re gonna be late!”

“Coming Gen. Wait up!” They drop their boards and take the alleyways as means for a shortcut. “We need the shortest route possible. If we take the connector at 53rd then we should make it!” Jeremiah calls over the wind in his ears.

Gen fuels her board again, her scruffy coffee-colored hair moving in the wind and purple bangs tickling her freckled face. Jeremiah notices that even though they are four years apart (him being sixteen and her twenty), they were more like best buds than they were siblings; other than the preferred hobbies they did everything together: school, sports, music, and even television options. They hardly ever parted ways on anything.

The school of East Annan High was a huge building entirely of cinder block and brick, flat faced with windows on both floors; it was an amazing institution in academics, sports, and any other regions of competition. And with Gen having already graduated a couple years back and now participating as a student teacher, she heads to the English room in the Freshman Hall; Jay goes to the Junior Hallway for the first class on his schedule.

The intercom turns on with a subtle crackling noise. “Jeremiah Connelly please report to the dean’s office.” The dean is like their principal, but stuck up and hardly ever searched for details when it came to claims against the students.

The whole classroom turns and looks at him; noted as an intelligent troublemaker, this announcement can mean anything, really: detention, suspension, referral, even expulsion. There is a laundry list of possibilities as to what Breaves could do to the smartest and most dangerous student in East Annan. His peers watch as he stands quietly to make his way through the uniformly arrayed desks; once inside he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What have I been accused for the time round the block, Mr. Breaves?” he asks quietly.

The dean looks at the star pupil of his establishment with a hard, disappointed glare of disgust. “Jeremiah,” he began with his snotty tone. “It is to my knowledge that you live with Ginnifer and the Connelly household. And they have raised a very bright young man, but recently you’ve been said to be skipping class and going to the bar four blocks down.” His voice scratches at Jay’s ears like a knife on fine china.

“I haven’t,” he starts calmly. “Ask Gen, Tyler, or Dan. This shit is getting real old real fast Breaves!” His tone escalates quickly as his fists form tightly at his sides. Breaves got on him for use of foul language. “Don’t even try it. Sir, with all due respect, you can place me in detention and even juvenile hall, but I have never in my life been intoxicated due to alcohol or drug use! Now, I have taken your arbitrary and ridiculous options of punishment for things you had no proof of me doing for the past two and a half years at this school without questioning once. However, you’ve just gone ten leagues too far this time, Breaves!” He slams his fist in the fine wood desk he sees about every two months.

The truancy officer barges through the door. “Calm down, Connelly. Let’s not do this dance again, please.”

Jeremiah glares at the officer and swings blindly, ably landing his fist into the man’s jaw. “Get the hell outta here. The dean should fight his own battles, goddamn it.”

The conversation plays on loudly over the intercom’s speakers, catching all students and teachers awestruck at the intensity of one of the school’s most intuitive pupils. Gen steps forward from her place in the back of the classroom and glances at the teacher for his nod of approval. Jay, I’m coming, she thought frantically as she bolted through the door.

She bounces off lockers and walls through the chase of her brother’s panicking tantrum; the struggle of Jeremiah and whoever else in that fight blasts through the speakers with emphasis on the crashes, breaks, and thuds alongside the upsets of screaming. This is the first time that his outbursts have erupted into violence of this magnitude, and the first time one has been on display publicly in any sense. Damn, this is gonna embarrass him… Gen gets through the door of the dean’s office at last; she sees that Dean Breaves has his hand on the microphone button and gestures to stop, when he does stop the transmitting she goes to the truancy officer calmly. “Stop, you’re scaring him worse, officer Dupré.” The policeman tries to argue but reluctantly releases his hold of the boy.

She approaches Jay without scorn. “Jeremiah.”

No answer.

She sighs heavily and kneels down, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Jeremiah Mathias Connelly,” she says slowly, “can you hear me in there?” She looks directly at him, hands behind his back and eyes red as blood. He hasn’t pulled through the phase yet…

Gen’s voice sounds in his head. “Gen?” he panics. “Ginnifer?”

A smile paints her lips as she jerks him into a stern, loving hug. “I’m right here… You’ll be okay, Jay… I promise.”

One hand reaches behind her, asking for the key to the handcuffs; she releases him once she’s given it. And hearing the clink of metal on tile, he hugged back in fear, body shaking and muscles tensed from his street-defense skills used in the fight.

“Jay, you’re okay. No one is trying to hurt you,” she says softly, stroking his hair. “Dean, I’m going to have to ask for Jeremiah to be excused from the rest of his classes for today. I’ll catch him up at home on what he missed. Think of it as outside tutoring.” Helping him stand up, she leads Jeremiah to the door. “I’d like it if you would have your facts straight before you accuse those with high-wired feelings, this way we can avoid any sort of injuries.”

She flips open her mini-computer and pages for a cab. The intercom clicks on again. “Attention all students, the previous fighting you heard was nothing but a simulation led by our one and only Jeremiah Connelly. It was a scripted event. Carry on, now.”

Simulation my ass, Jay thought angrily, his eyes turning red as brimstone.