A zodiacal chart is relatively easy to draw on bare ground with a stick if you know the rudiments. I've drawn them on sidewalks with colored chalk, and literally drew crowds of... ummm... tens. Rabble rousers only need yer basic crowd to generate a brooding mob.
The riot master need only to be plausible in his harangue, not reasonably or logically convincing. People love to fill in the blanks. So-called smart people who are products of fill-in-the-blank institutions from childhood can literally be heard to mutter under their breaths, "Yippee!" and clinch their fists in victory as they string up their next victim "from the highest tree... Oh, woman, would you weep for me" Giving these types blanks to fill in makes them fill like children again, even as they mischievously dig their own graves in their deranged playfulness.
There is absolutely nothing about astrology that is not an abstract construct. It's designed that way through the hit or miss of over a million years or more. It's the same song all over again and again with different lyrics. It's the coward's journey with a thousand paces. '-)
The result of learning those loosely-knit symbols is not what's called gnosis. It's a system of expertise whose usefulness depends on the operator of said system. In that way it's like the process for becoming (be-co-me-ing) a Grandmaster in chess. At the end of the process you must need pick up the right piece and move it to the right square to capture or mate to win the title of Grandmaster. Gnosis is not a system of expertise, but an unearned, undeserved gift derived from an experience of encountering God.
Nay-me. Have you ever observed that wot don't have a name or label is considered to be part and parcel of yo' me? When you label so-me external object, you are in effect stating that named object is not a part of yo' me. You have nay-me-d it. Consciousness is only gained through negation. When you stop screeching "You are NOT me..." you immediately lose consciousness of the world of the screamer.
Negation can never be derived from Being. ~ Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
