Every word in the Bible is there with great purpose. This is particularly the case in The Revelation, the last book. Why does John speak about Wormwood? And what is wormwood?
“The third angel blew his trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the fountains of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many men died of the water, because it was made bitter.” Rev 8:10-11
Wormwood, apsinthos, is absinth, a bitter and harmful plant. It is one of the bitterest substances known to man. The essence of wormwood is poisonous and should never be ingested. Calling the star Wormwood could be to emphasise that we are going to experience a lot of bitterness within our being. Since the etheric is the storehouse of our memories perhaps all our bitter memories from this life and all our past lives will be revealed to us which is a consequence of being conscious of our ‘I’. It is our ‘I’ that knows what takes place in each of our incarnations. Through conscious awareness of our ‘I’ we come to remember our past lives. […]
If we are to deal with the bitter and poisonous Wormwood then we will need strength to handle our emotions of bitterness, anger, resentfulness, mental pain; things that we have difficulty accepting and generally find unpleasant.
This is exactly what we experience when our ‘I’ influences our astral. Our astral or lower soul prefers all our experiences to be comfortable. Any discomfort is met with an angry or bitter response. This is what we must overcome. We must resist feelings of annoyance and use every ounce of strength to moderate our emotions and awaken our feelings. In this way, through our thinking, and employing our will, all that we feel is ennobled. If we are to heed the signal of the third trumpet we cannot continue our automatic responses to life. If we cling to ‘the way things were’ we will not receive our ‘I’ for the Holy Spirit and Christ can find no place in our being.
Wormwood Angel at Chernobyl by Patrick Chovanec