It’s as if the earliest astrologers of our zodiac, tracing the sky like the curvilinear surface of a shamanic cave while in trance and hallucinating theriomorphs, were procedurally guided by intuitive flashes from the stars to describe an angelic form between the Fishes and the Man — a magick sigil to be activated in the right time, a “cosmic trigger” for the evolutionary mutations in consciousness that parallel the Darwinian fish whose fins become limbs and finally the supportive legs of a man who walks erect out of the sea. From the atomic bomb and “flying saucers” to LSD and the Moon, in the interim between WWII and the WWW, arms would become wings and man would walk off the earth under the sign of Pegasus to finally become himself in the real “Age of Aquarius.”
