42: The Body Breaks What It Can No Longer Hold | Rahu, Uranus, Tarot & Vodou
- Kiing Curry
- Mar 31
- 5 min read
42: The Body Breaks What It Can No Longer Hold | Rahu, Uranus, Tarot & Vodou
Opening
This piece moves across systems.
Astrology.
Tarot.
Vodou.
Number.
Body.
Memory.
Rahu.
Uranus.
Legba.
The Sixes.
I am not separating them.
I am cross-pinging—
allowing multiple technologies of knowing
to speak to each other at once
so meaning is not fixed
but revealed
through relation
Rahu breaks patterns.
Uranus disrupts them in motion.
Papa Legba opens the gate
between what was
and what is becoming
The body is the reading
42
4 + 2 = 6
4 carries Rahu
and Rahu moves like Uranus
42 carries Rahu (4)—the breaker of patterns—
moving with Uranian energy
while the 2 brings it into the body
disrupting what it can no longer hold
in relation
2 is:
• regulation / dysregulation
• attunement
• the body sensing safety vs threat
• how you meet yourself and others in real time
Not just “relationship”—
capacity to stay present inside connection
4 is:
• structure
• pattern
• conditioning
• the agreements the body learned to survive
4 is:
the structure the body stabilized
even when it cost you
Sage (my cat) also turned six
It’s 2026
6 is balance
harmony
responsibility
nurturing
protection
A number distorted by colonial wild fire
and fear via Abrahamic religion
irrelevant
and a lie
Via tarot and spirit
the sixes represent balance
and good counsel
Tiphereth
the sun at the center
In the Voodoo Tarot
the sixes move through the sun
Papa Legba
Shi-Li-Bo Nouvavou
and Dan-i
This connects to my triple fire
and most directly to my Leo rising
Legba La Flambeau (fire)
is the new sun
Papa Legba is elder
because new suns
are still born from what has always been
This card speaks to touching your soul
and speaking through it as if it were new
a lion whose mane
has never been tangled
or torn
Shi-Li-Bo / Dani-I (water)
initiated
and loved by the sun
Tipping between masculinity
and femininity
or neither
A nonbinary current
The middle of the day
and the middle of the night
Not separate
the same
Papa Legba (air)
is a storyteller
Black sun
wise
deep
His story is the journey of the sun
through the sky
Light creates
just as words do
Papa Legba sits at the crossroads
braiding stories with no ending
(La Place — Petro / structural crossroads)
(Card 6 — Legba, Rada / storyteller at the gate)
The last card in the sixes is Ellegua
child
trickster
cowrie shell eyes
road opener
Ellegua carries Legba’s stories
to barren lands
If proper sacrifice has not been made
the story becomes a game
a puzzle
This is where embodiment matters
THE CARDS MOVE
1 → 6 → 4 → 7 → 2
Petro opens
Legba at the gate
Water carries
Desire reveals
The elder seals
(Santería and the Barons sit off-path—
not leading, but watching.
Masa holds the sky behind it all.)
My journey is currently brand new
I am unearthing myself
as I have never known
New mane energy
but the residue of the old one
pulls at me continuously
Water has initiated me
as only it can
The axis flipped
what was once night
is now day
My words lighting the atmosphere
creating connection
where there was none
Pulling growth from soil
once dead
now living
My work has been organizing itself
across body
across language
across practice
What I now understand as the Afroscape
was already forming
before I had language for it
The Afroscape is not something I created
It is something I remembered
while building it
The book
holds everything I know
about
Afro hair
hair color
community
embodiment
The Copper Method lives there
as theory
as practice
Not just how to care
but how to understand
what the body is holding
BespokeCurry is the container
The Afroscape
is the world
A task accomplished through words
is not symbolic
it is operative
The Glitch in The Read
Griot for Me
(Card 1 — Damballah La Flambeau, Petro)
wings wide
floating heat pockets
The beginning
before language
before structure
(Card 6 — Legba, Rada)
me and papa legba
round the fire
blowing smoke through ash
grounded griot tings
(Card 4 — Agwé, Rada)
agwe protects those that travel the sea
the watas
These waters return you
to your ancestral home
I have two
That colonial split
meant to break you
agwe is air expressed through water
sails meet stormy sea
horizon
Where air and wata meet
agwe is creation meeting inspiration
safe passage of the work
(Card 7 — Erzulie Freda Dahomey, Rada)
her tears like mine
From constriction
imagination limited
and lack
My softness
met harsh light
Something had to release
Emotions
confused
corralled
set free
Fungi (coming)
What cannot be processed
finds another way
Fungi knows
Fungi breaks down
what the body cannot hold
Transforms
what was stuck
into something usable
This is not metaphor
It is method
(Card 2 — Nan Nan Bouclou, Rada / origin split)
From 0
came two
I reach through the mirror
and alchemically manipulate
indigenous wildfire
colonial wild fire
I explored the forest of me
dug up roots
made medicines
Some of this work is Granny’s
My hands
are her hands
Closing
I was pent
but now the vent has eased
Reservoirs restored
Dreams not imagined
but embodied
Wata
meet air
meet fire
Air feeds fire
Legba La Flambeau blazes
at the crossroads
Dead tings die away
fungi alchemizes
And within those vapors
destiny
You’re watching it unfold
The presence of so many swords speaks to the mind—thought, language, and the weight of what is spoken and unspoken. For me, that has meant navigating distortion, overactivity, and a story that did not always come through clearly. That changed when I moved into a mind regulated by the root, where the body leads and the nervous system sets the pace. From that place, my story organizes itself. I understand what I am saying and how to say it. My time is now, and my story is my own. As Mami Wata peeked out from the bottom of the deck. As Above, So Below.
Steam is building
From pressure
from contact
from transformation
What rises
cannot be unseen
The gates close again in April
This world is not content
It is climate
And the weather
is shifting
42: The Body Breaks What It Can No Longer Hold | Rahu, Uranus, Tarot & Vodou
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