From Bwana to Banana Bender Part 2: the backdrop to the paternal nurturing aspect.
When someone is a small child, whether their bananas are sliced, mashed or blended makes a difference to how the kid turns out. Huh? You’ve got to be kidding. How come?
Well, because it tells social anthropologists a lot about, not only the child, but the nurturer as well; the person who prepared the food. It tells us as much about the nurturer’s childhood experiences as the child’s. We invariably look for repeaters, for cycles in family histories when it all goes pear-shaped.
Poking around the entrails, looking into the nurturing aspect of the accused, Gerard Baden-Clay, we turn to his nurturers for clues. The early childhood behaviour of a nurturer will, unless it is modified at some stage, in all likelihood repeat itself in their offspring.
In astrology, as in psychology, the classic interpretation is that the personality of an individual develops in part from the nature aspect (your genetics or your horoscope wheel – depending on your point of view) and partly by the nurturing aspect. The interaction with others, the socialisation skills that are learned during early childhood development, primarily with siblings are part of the nurture aspect, however the nurturing by the primary care-givers is uppermost in importance.
An astrologer considers the transits of the planets in the heavens as indicators of the nurturing aspect as well. I think of it as a bonus item in my kit ‘n caboodle.
In the last post Call me bwana Part 1, we shared the possible astrological factors determining the personality of Nigel Baden-Clay. Today we explore other astrological aspects. The father of the accused, Nigel Baden-Clay’s childhood memories are on the public record, at least some of them are.
According to the public record, the following are Nigel Baden-Clay’s own words, written about himself for the occasion of his father’s funeral.
Gervas was so chuffed, he gave Nigel a tickey when they got home. That was when the shooting bug infected him and Nigel has shared his father’s love of shooting all his life!”
Notes: Gervas Clay is father of Nigel Baden-Clay and grandfather of Gerard Baden-Clay; a ‘teal’ is a type of wild duck and a ‘tickey’ is a threepenny bit or a small coin.
Allow me to share a possible ‘sibling rivalry’ aspect here. We know from the public record, that Nigel Clay was not ‘Number One’ son; he has an older brother. The elder brother’s birth was registered with ‘Baden’ as a middle name – not a hyphenated name, a middle name. His surname was and is still today, Clay.
Did ‘Number Two’ son’s sibling rivalry and urge to be ‘Number One’ provide Nigel Clay with the motivation to change his surname to Baden-Clay? Was that his driver?
Sibling rivalry, particularly among brothers can be fierce. If that drive to be ‘Number One’ was the cause then what was the effect?
The effect was to stay with him for life, but back to the muddy waters and the duck.
A child was out on a hunt with his father at the tender age of three; a very small child recovered a wild duck, which his father had shot and killed; a three year old child recovered a dead duck and deposited it at his father’s feet. A three year old child did the job of a hunting dog.
This memory was cemented in the mind of the toddler. It was obviously an important event to the child, Nigel Clay. He was rewarded for his initiative, however the ‘driver’ behind the memory, would more than likely to have been ‘to be Number One’ in his father’s eyes.
Either that, or daddy was so tight with his money that Nigel never saw another ‘tickey’, but I doubt it. Nigel Baden-Clay does not have his Moon in the second house and so bright things, such as coins would not have been the focus, nor be a strong enough motivator to create the memory.
Number One son of Gervas Clay and brother of Nigel Clay, was born with an Aries Sun. A zodiac Sun position that he shared with his parents, however his Moon is in Pisces. That combination gives us an astrological interpretation as the appearance of a doer, with a timid and moody Moon. He’d be more of a worry-wart sort of bloke. A career in engineering would have suited him, however he would need a creative outlet as well.
Another aspect in the family hierarchy of British colonials was that the eldest son was often better schooled. ‘Number One’ son and heir of the Clay family was sent to university in England; ‘Number Two’ son, Nigel stayed on the African continent for his education. Eldest son’s career was as a Chartered Civil Engineer; younger son went into selling insurance.
My reasoning for giving these comparisons is to highlight that an individual child’s needs are not considered; a child’s needs were not a primary concern in colonial society. Their needs were secondary to what the parents wanted or tradition demanded. Unfortunately this way of thinking was and is carried forward into future generations, until nurturers realise the damage it does to a child’s development and make the choice, to change. Social mores tend to be the more common way this change comes about, unfortunately.
I doubt that we would need to scratch the surface too far to find that this attitude continues in many modern families, even today.
Today, when we look at the horoscope wheel of the accused, Gerard Baden-Clay we can see that he did not share his father’s needs according to the planetary position at the time of his birth. Remember, the Moon is about an individual’s needs; their drivers. The accused does not have an Aries Moon. His Moon is in Sagittarius. Both father and son are fire sign Moons, but what is behind the fire energy is totally different.
The Aries is the drive/fire energy to be Number One whereas Sagittarius has the drive/fire need to be big/expansive; the bigger the better. Similar, yet very different agendas; father’s need is to be bwana and son, the seeker of fame – found infamy and notoriety instead.
We ask many times, where did it all go wrong? Indulge me, as I share some eternal wisdom.
Many, many moons ago in the cradle of Western civilisation there was a man who went by the name of Daedulus. He got around a bit and was even a bit of a bwana at one stage. He was the architect of the labyrinth; that maze, which trapped King Minos’ bull, the Minotaur. Daedulus had to invent something pretty fast to contain the beast, as after all, he had had a hand in the sneaky deal, which resulted in the Minotaur being born in the first place.
King Minos’ wife had fallen in lust with a bull as a result of a curse. Daedulus was up to his neck in that scheme too, but that’s not our story for today. Suffice to say, Daedulus was in deep bull-dung and was currying all the favour he could get with the king, in order to save his own neck.
Now, Daedulus had a son called Icarus and ‘Number One’ son hung around with his father all the time. Have you got all that on board? So, to our story…
Long, long ago on the island of Crete, Icarus and his father longed to be free from the whims of King Minos. They were guests of the king, yet prisoners on his island as well, for there was no way to leave by land or sea without the king’s consent.
King Minos wasn’t about to let Daedulus go, however Daedulus had an Aries Moon in his birth chart. He needed to be his own boss and was not the sort of man who would take kindly to a king telling him what to do.
Frustrated by their confinement, Daedulus turned heavenward looking for inspiration and came up with an idea, at his son’s prompting. As a skilled craftsman, trained by the Goddess Athene herself, Daedulus was able to devise a possible way of escape. The father was under scrutiny at all times, however the lad Icarus was free to come and go and so Daedulus sent his son on several foraging expeditions to gather the materials needed to make his idea come to fruition.
The first quest Icarus was sent on, was to collect the feathers of the large eagles, the very big ones, which flew highest towards the heavens and farthest from the land. The fact that the birds were the biggest and the best, appealed to Icarus, as after all he had a Sagittarius Moon – biggest and best was his speciality.
The lad spent many a morning clambering along the cliff tops, among the eagle’s nests and along the shoreline seeking out the gifts of feathers that the Gods left for humankind to gather, presumably to line their own nests.
Icarus would sometimes return with cuts and bruises for his effort, but what Daedulus ordered, Icarus would blindly deliver. After collecting over many weeks, the golden boy delivered his collection to his father’s feet.
The second quest was to search out the wild bee’s nests, not for their honey, but the wax that held the Nectar of the Gods. This required consideration and planning, both of which Icarus had a-plenty, for he had a Virgo rising in his chart. Scheming and planning was his thing as well, although Icarus’ plans were always an inflation of his father’s ideas.
The master plan was that Icarus would have his way, while the worker bees were out of the hive. Hmm, he would need to create a smoke and mirrors trick in order to get the wax without the bees stinging him or waking up to his ruse. He planned in great detail how to plunder the bees of their hard earned money, for his own reward.
Going one step further this time, Number One son figured he could be doubly rewarded; that he could get more. He would reward himself with the nectar and take the wax home to Daedulus. Icarus dutifully roamed every wooded acre of the island until he had a bag full of beeswax and a belly full of nectar. Once again he delivered his harvest to his father. Duty done.
The third quest was to see Icarus rise early, while the dew was still upon the spider webs. Icarus was to appeal to the Golden Orbs before they tucked themselves into bed. He asked if he could assist the Golden Orbs to harvest their old tangled webs and take them off their hands. The spiders usually spun a new yarn each day so it wasn’t a big deal although they didn’t see why Icarus would want to be involved in their activities.
“Why would he help them with their house keeping?”
Icarus had learned well at the foot of his father. Number One son spun his tale and once the golden ones were told that Daedulus, a contemporary of their queen Arachne was in need of their labours, they shared their threads willingly. Icarus had used his progenitors good name as ‘the key to the door of opportunity’. They did not question the boy further.
Icarus untangled the golden thread, lined his pockets with the gold and carefully wound the thread into a ball to give to his father. His quest was fulfilled. Oh what a tangled web he weaves!
Daedulus bided his time doing the King’s bidding until an opportunity presented itself. He worked quickly and incorporated all of the three materials, which his son had delivered. What on earth is he up to? Icarus had done his bidding and brought the ingredients home, it was now up to the architect to build, what?
What can you make out of feathers, beeswax and spiders webs?
Why, a pair of wings of course. Daedulus made two pairs of wings; wings big enough to carry father and son heavenward and away from King of Minos’ rules and regulations; away into the realm of the Gods; to freedom.
The larger feathers, Daedulus joined by the strong cord of the Gold Orb, the lesser he adhered by wax. Fitting and testing them in secret, Daedulus and Icarus made plans for their escape. As was the social more in those golden, olden days, Daedulus visited an oracle as they awaited fine weather and an omen from above.
The oracle spoke thus, “Do not soar too high lest the Sun melt the wax and not too low or a Siren will call you to your doom.”
Oh dear, we know this Aries Moon chappy is not going to heed those words. He is a rule unto himself.
Rising to meet their destiny on the fated day, father and son clambered up the cliffs where the eagles nested and onto a precarious ledge. Watching for a sign, Daedulus’ eyes followed the flight of the great eagle. The bird soared overhead, then swooped. As they ducked for cover where there was none, a fine feather fell from the bird’s breast. Fluttering to the feet of the pair, Daedulus took this as the omen he was looking for.
Together father and son soared, just as the mighty eagles did, high into the sky. Daedulus banked to lead the way towards freedom, believing Icarus would follow – after all he was the boss man. However his son had other ideas. That dastardly Virgo ascendant and Leo Sun!
Icarus had the taste of freedom in his mouth, his nostrils flared, his ears whistled; he soared; his ears were full of wax; his father’s words dissolved into thin air. Icarus was experiencing, what he believed was his moment in the Sun; liberty. Foolish boy, the Gods are every present. There is no such thing as true liberty.
Spiralling ever upwards, Icarus had not amused the Sun God, Helius with his antics and arrogance. It did not take long for the air to become heated; the bees-wax to melt and with his pockets lined with gold, Icarus fell like a stone.
He plunged to his fate; drowned in the cradle of Western civilization, the Mediterranean. Young Icarus was to be seen no more. Only the eagle feathers and some of the spiders’ cord remained floating on the waves.
I wonder if father and son may have fared better, had they used teal feathers and tickey-tack?