In the 1970s, when I wrote sporadically for a downtown paper, I used to drink wine with the editor and passionately plot astrological murder mysteries, which I never did get around to writing. My editor-friend was bemused by my detective-astrologer, whom he dubbed an “antic mantic”. “Mantic?” I asked. “You don’t know the word? Look it up,” he replied. So I did; and discovered, belatedly, that that is what I am.
A mantic. According to The Free Dictionary, “Of, relating to, or having the power of divination; prophetic.” From the Greek word mantikos, meaning seer. You betcha. I LIVE in the realm of divination.
Tarot. Runes. Oracles. And above all, astrology, which I’ve been studying since I was 12. Why do I do it? Because I want to know why people do what they do. Why I make the choices I make, and why I came into the world with THIS PARTICULAR set of traits and habitudes. I learned that I could help others struggling to know themselves and to make sense of a confusing world.
Along the way I have met some extraordinary people, who have taught me a great deal about life and love and ultimately about myself; but never more than that chance remark made by my editor.
Mantic. What a beautiful word.
Ariel Harper Nave
“I believe that there is NOTHING sent us that we cannot handle if we know ourselves well enough and that’s why I do what I do.”