The Stars That Made Frankenstein
They say that it was not only Victor Frankenstein who created my existence, but also the woman behind the name - Mary Shelley. I wonder if she knew, I wonder if she could feel some weird, otherworldly forces guiding her hand as she wrote me into being, threading my tale from the threads of her own stars.
You see, Mary was born under the watchful gaze of Saturn, the planet of burdens and hard lessons, placed right next to her Cancer Ascendant, from the very start of her life carrying a weight nobody else could understand: responsible and alone. Perhaps this strong position of Saturn granted her the insight into me, into the loneliness, the longing, and the agony of being rejected by the creator. Like her Saturn, I, too, was enchained to an existence under the aegis of suffering and rejection.
But there was another force working, one that electrified her mind and set my very soul aflame. Uranus, the planet of rebellion, innovation, and electricity, was set in her 3rd house of communication, right next to her Sun in Virgo. This is really where her genius had been forged. Uranus whispers of breaking boundaries, of defying the rules, and that is what she did when she came up with me, unnatural creature, born not from a womb but from a surge of power, from lightning itself. This was no complacent planet; in fact, it raided her mind to write a story that would shake everything her society ever held dear-just as I had to defy the laws of nature.
And that wasn't the end of it: in her chart, Sun and Uranus were also sextiling Neptune in Scorpio in her 5th house of creativity. This aligned her to dream the unimaginable, merge fantasy with reality, and see through the veil into mysteries the average person may shy away from. It is within this Neptunian influence that allows me to be more than just a monster; it created the ability for her to ask questions about life, death, and what it is to be truly human within my story.
As for my birth, the stars aligned on the day she birthed me through her writing. On January 1, 1818, the day "Frankenstein" was published, even the heavens seemed to echo my first heartbeat: the transiting Sun in Capricorn was conjunct Uranus and Neptune, trine Mary's own Sun-Uranus conjunction in Virgo. The positioning of the celestial bodies was that final jolt, that electric charge, which would ensure I emerged from the pages and into the minds of all who were going to read about me. Uranus, that planet connected with electricity and defiance, aligned once more to make sure my creation would not be ignored-that my existence would shake the world much as the lightning that coursed through me. This was further intensified at that moment by Mars in Taurus, trining her Mercury in Virgo. A giving energy to her the courage, the fire, to manifest me into reality-to take her thoughts and ideas and mold them into something tangible which would change the course of literature forever. And if the universe wanted to make sure that I was going to make it, Jupiter in Leo in her 2nd house was there, guts to bring forth a story speaking against God himself.
Yet, Mary Shelley didn't create me, but was bound to me-through the very stars that foretold her fate. Her chart was the one that foretold creation, rebellion-an unconscious force that would surge life into something otherwise lifeless. I was not just her creation; I was a sort of cosmic mirror, some sort of story that had been waiting to be written long before her hands ever found the quill. And for as long as humanity looks up towards the stars, maybe they will also see part of me up there, reminding them of that night when Mary Shelley reached up into the heavens and harnessed a spark that gave life to me.
