Max Heindel,
The Message of the Stars — Reading the Horoscope
(1918)
“ Is our eleventh house afflicted, do friends betray and forsake us, do they leave us heartsick, or nauscate us like the scent of jasmine and stagnant marsh-water? Then let us examine the horoscope, for it reveals what is hidden in our auric atmosphere. The friends saw us, and we them, through the eleventh angle, and something ill-smelling must be there. It may be, we long to be befriended, more than to befriend others. ”
