Ra Uru Hu calls Gate 55, the moodiest [The Love Book]. It just never knows – I love him, I love him not. I know, I don’t know. Saying “I don’t know” is not popular. Who likes being called an idiot, feeling you’ve let down your mom and dad, friends, teammates, boss… We’re expected to know. That emptiness can be profound, which for some people, food is where they find solace. This is an individual gate, and a gate of melancholy. It’s deeply creative, acoustic, resonating to music. (This explains a lot for me – live music, from chamber music to i don’t know what – brings me to tears. The spirit is moved, this abundance, this awe, this not knowing and knowing that something is coming.)
Yet this gate is in transition. Out of this gate, we will have a new awareness. The solar plexus where this gate resides is a motor and in time, the motor awareness will be transformed/mutated into an awareness that comes from neural intelligence. It’ll be interesting when The Cross of Planning ends and The Cross of the Sleeping Phoenix” lands.
I have Gate 55 on the design sign, ruled by Mars. This is where my not knowing is. And the melancholy.