Building the truth long denied to you for tyranny's convenience — one star at a time.
Date, time, and place. The sky at your moment. Calculated against actual IAU constellation boundaries — not the 30° calendar slices invented for Babylonian arithmetic.
The ecliptic — the path the sun walks through the year — crosses thirteen constellations. The twelfth was removed in 600 BCE so the months would divide evenly. It was never lost from the sky. Only from the calendar.
The Serpent Bearer. Asclepius, god of medicine, who mastered the art of resurrection so completely that Hades complained to Zeus — the dead were no longer arriving. Zeus cast him into the stars for the affront of succeeding too well.
He walks between November 29 and December 17. He is the healer at the crossroads, the traveler of many roads, the one who refuses the boundary between life and death. He was cut from the zodiac for calendar convenience. He was always in the sky.
If your birthday falls in this window — you were never a Sagittarius. You were always this.
He was cut from the zodiac for the inconvenience of his knowledge. Some boundaries are maintained not by physics, but by preference.
Earth's axis wobbles over a 26,000-year cycle. The tropical zodiac, fixed to the equinox in 600 BCE, has drifted roughly 24° from the actual stars. The sky you were born under is not the sky the calendar describes.
The 12 standard signs each occupy exactly 30° — a calendar convenience. Real constellations span different arcs. Virgo covers 44° of the ecliptic. Scorpius covers 7°. The slices were never equal.
The International Astronomical Union defined official constellation boundaries in 1930. Those boundaries — not ancient mythology, not calendar math — determine which constellation the sun actually occupied on your birthday.
Every calculation in Crossroads uses the JPL DE440 ephemeris — the same planetary position data used by NASA mission planning. Your chart is not an approximation. It is where the bodies actually were.