Born 10-Imox: Janis Joplin, Woody Harrelson, Kobe Bryant, Bryant Gumbel, Tilda Swinton, Martin Gore (Depeche Mode), Vladimir Vysotsky, David Kelly (Waking Ned), Clémence Poésy, Jean Houston, Kenneth Johnson
The end of every road is the beginning of the next. Imix/Imox (the crocodile) is the first sun-sign, since everything begins and ends in the womb of creation – the primordial swamp that is the crocodile’s domain.
The previous day (Ahau) is also called “the master”, and in this respect, every master eventually becomes a novice of the next higher level of evolution.
Therefore, Imix (Crocodile, the 1st nawal by popular view) means that the one true road manifests when I find myself back on square one.
But this is scarcely a regression to my scool daze, since the journey itself has transformed me.
Equipped with the nurturing instincts of the mother crock, and the responsibility that stage 10 invokes – it is now time to go “back to school” to guide and show my fellow companions how the Road of Life (1-Eb, last 8 October) becomes an experience.
First day of school
I don’t remember much of my first year as a student in grade school. I remember all the new plastic and wooden stationary I got, and school bag, and all the rest. The smell of new books, workbooks, and notebooks we wrapped in colorful paper.
Naturally, we first learned the Hebrew alphabet, and basic math. Other 45-minute classes between fun and scary recesses periods were about our country, community, heritage, history, geography, agriculture, millinery tall tales, and the occasional dodge ball frenzy during PT, on crisp winter mornings.
For us 1st-graders, the school staff and headmaster tried to make it as much fun as possible, to facilitate our transition from kindergarten to the cell-block, bell-ringing, factory schooling establishment. The one geared towards getting each and every one of us a job when we grow older.
All through the 6 years of grade school, we had Friday all-hands-on-deck assemblies, in a concrete yard much like a boot camp marching yard, complete with music and square dances.
From that point onward, till right around final exams and graduation, when I first started dating, it’s all one extended bad-trip blur of exams, music, cigarettes, the beach, and other means of amnesia and raw experience.
Loud music, alone in my room, early console and PC computer games, and basketball in the other school yard.
Looking at it 35 years on, it seems like prehistory. I can only relate to that personal history now by empathizing with 6-year-olds I know today.
Imox is like that in terms of having a prehistorical aspect to its symbolism. According to Darwin’s theory of natural selection and evolution, crocodiles and aligators represent a very ancient species, thriving among us (much like turtles). One that has reached evolutionary climax, equilibrium and perfection many millions of years ago.
Especially the crocodile mother, embodies perfection in nature. An enlightened member of our biosphere that’s altogether nurturing and ruthless. Territorial and berserk. Raw and genius. Magical and unexpected.
In other words – Imox as the universal, oceanic Gaian mother.
Picture the the ONE turtle carrying 4 elephants, who in turn carry the World on their backs and trumpeting trunks.
Martin Gore (10-Imox) singing ‘the bottom line’ from Depeche Mode’s 1997 album ‘Ultra’.