The sky,
kept for you.

Each day Kosmic tells you where the Moon is resting, what that tends to mean for you, and what the day is good for. All of it is computed on your iPhone, and none of it is sent anywhere.

The day has three motions.
Receive

Where the Moon is tonight

Kosmic opens on the Moon: the lunar mansion it is crossing, one of the twenty-seven the older astronomers called nakshatras, and the phase it is holding. The reading beneath is written for that mansion and for the one you were born under, so it speaks to you rather than to everyone.

Record

The signs you notice

An eagle over the road. A dream you can still see at breakfast. The clock reading 2:22 again. Write the line down and Kosmic recognizes the sign as you type, offering what it has long been taken to mean. Nothing is invented and nothing is guessed.

Reflect

A month you can see at once

Your entries settle onto a calendar annotated with the Moon, so a season of small notes becomes a shape you can read. Once a week Kosmic gathers what returned, and what phase it returned under, and says it back to you plainly.

Who you are, and who you love.

Your Big Three
Sun, Moon and Rising, computed from your birth moment, with the lunar mansion you were born under written out beneath them.
The people you love
Keep their charts beside your own, so you can read a day through their sky as easily as through yours.
The ring of 36
Ashta Koota, the classical reckoning between two charts, drawn as a ring of 36 filled units rather than a score to be won.

What Kosmic promises.

It runs on your phone

The positions are worked out on the device, from the ephemeris, in the moment you open it. There is no account to make and no server standing behind it.

Nothing leaves it

Your birth details and your journal stay where you wrote them. No analytics, no tracking, nothing collected. Delete the app and it all goes with it.

Written by people

Every reading was authored by a human hand, sentence by sentence, against named classical sources. No model writes your day.

Computed by math

Sidereal positions to the arcminute, so the mansion you are told the Moon is in is the mansion the Moon is in, down to the minute it crosses.

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