Gann's Grave

On the 6th of June 2012, I visited W.D. Gann’s grave at Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn. It wasn’t just any day—it was his birthday.

His resting place is perched quietly up a small hill, overlooking the Manhattan skyline, as if he still watches the markets he once mastered. Standing there, I was deeply emotional. I had brought with me a bunch of sunflowers—not just for their vibrant beauty, but because they hold the sacred geometry of the golden ratio in their spirals. It felt like the perfect offering to Gann, a man whose life was devoted to unlocking the mathematical harmony of the universe.

The day before, the Venus transit —a rare celestial event and Venus was exactly conjunct my Midheaven, and also conjunct Gann’s natal Sun. At the same time, my natal Venus was rising over New York, aligning the heavens with the Earth in a way that felt divinely orchestrated.

Even more, by solar arc, my Sun had reached my natal Venus—a symbolic union of heart and purpose. It was one of the most significant astrological alignments of my life, and it all happened there, on his birthday, at his grave.

All of this—the emotion, the sacred geometry, the celestial alignments—is explored in depth in Conversations with Gann.