Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,5
as though nothing had happened. And they would forgive him, because he was irresistible. They will finally settle down when they reach their forties or fifties. They will become devoted to their family and society, but they will always be their own worst enemy. I would advise them not to allow that ever-present darkness that rules their north node to shadow the potential light in their life and to be careful because their twelfth house—the ruler of secrets—will overcrowd, and secrets may spill out onto the streets.”
Memphis quickly completed a search for “twelfth house astrological chart.” There it was in big bold letters: The Twelfth House, the field of the subconscious, psychological issues, and secrets. It was described as the field of the subconscious mind, and problems stemming from unseen causes and limitations. This area related to behind the scenes maneuvering, emotional problems, secrets, deceptions, and problem areas to overcome.
Virgil’s chart on Chris…something, the dead actor, was pretty accurate. The actor led a dark and haunting existence before he ended it with a drug overdose. She wasn’t sure if he and Jonathan were born at the same time, but the day and year, along with the behavioral descriptions, were similar.
But Jonathan was so squeaky clean. He couldn’t keep any secrets from her when they were together. She knew his horrible middle name—Ezekiel—his Social Security number, even the pin number to his bank account.
She retired to bed, sure that there weren’t any skeletons in the closets of his twelfth house.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Memphis attempted to revive her cross-country runner’s lungs by running in Carl Schurz Park before her morning study group session at the university. She attended Columbia University’s School of Astronomy and Astrophysics, and she spent most of her working hours in front of a computer. Human contact in any form during the workday was welcomed, which was why she and Jonathan became close so quickly. Confined to a tight space for a number of hours can either drive two people insane or to the sheets. In this case, it was turning out to be both.
She wheezed through two laps; the silver-haired women who flew by her were not impressed. She didn’t blame them. She showered and quickly dressed and ate after her walk of shame home. Her will to quit smoking was awakened by her injured pride.
She arrived on campus simply drained. A shot of espresso aided her through two and a half hours of questions and answers, and she was able to sit down at her desk before she crashed. She had collected data earlier in the week, so she would be able to spend the rest of the day manipulating and plotting the information and theoretical models.
She almost wished that she switched it up. Although most of her information was collected via satellite, she actually enjoyed going to the observatory and handling the telescopes. With grant money, the department was able to purchase the best instruments on the market. One of the telescopes could also be found in the MEarth laboratory, but the feeling of being under the night sky viewing millions of years of history was priceless.
Following the usual procrastinator’s schedule, she began the day going through her school e-mail account, though she wasn’t expecting anything important. She opened an email with the subject, “Important Announcement.”
“Columbia University in the city of New York invites applications for the new Columbia Prize Postdoctoral Fellowship in the Natural Sciences,” she read aloud. “The program seeks to bring exceptional scientists of outstanding potential to Columbia University to produce high quality and visible research. In this inaugural year, the Faculty of Arts and Sciences is pleased to search for outstanding candidates from the fields of Astronomy/Astrophysics and Global Change Biology to begin the Fellowship the following academic year.”
It was a two-year fellowship, but would be renewable for a third year if the Fellow’s performance was satisfactory and funding was available.
“The Fellow will hold the rank of postdoctoral research scientist in either the Department of Astronomy or the Department of Astrobiology. A competitive annual salary will be supplemented by funding to support travel and research!”
She would be able to travel and have a link to her website on her academic profile page. Jonathan told her about the fellowship a few months ago; his research brought in the funding. She had already prepared her application; she just needed his recommendation letter. She was supposed to pick it up from him the next day. Maybe she could check in on his progress now