Forty-five years of charts. One school

I grew up in Dallas. In November of 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated only a few miles from where I lived, and an astrologer named Jeane Dixon had cautioned him against traveling that day. The coincidence took hold of me early and has never released its grip.

If a warning can be given in advance — if foresight is possible at all — then what is the purpose of astrology, if not to offer it? That question became the whole of my calling. It is why I became an astrologer.

I practiced Western astrology professionally for twenty years. I was good at it. I had clients who came back year after year, and I could tell them a great deal about who they were.

But a chart would describe a person beautifully and then go quiet on the question they had actually come to ask — when does this change, when does it lift, how long do I have to hold on.

I could never settle for a system that told me who someone was but not what was coming. I started looking elsewhere out of frustration more than curiosity.

The dasha system, the nakshatras, transits read against a sidereal zodiac that tracks where the stars actually are. It answered the question I had been asking since 1963. It turned astrology from description into prediction.

I never gave up what Western astrology taught me. I still read the outer planets, which classical Jyotish leaves out entirely, and I have spent twenty-five years working out where the two systems strengthen each other.

That is what Eastern Astrology for Western Minds means, and it is what I teach here.