The astrological chart is the 5d body

The astrological chart is the 5d fractal/hologram.
The whole is seen all the time but from different povs.

Your life's experience happens within the 5d fractal demarcated structure/possibility/modulation/body/containment/room.
It is like an Indra's-net fractal.

Like there is the: Mahadasha/Antardasha/Pratyantar/Sookshma/Athi-Sookshma and so on.

The same general energy set is playing up from different povs.

Like one in the same general room/structure/body,
But the eye is constantly moving, and changing the pov.
Like taking photographs from different positions and different angles,
With different kinds of movement creating different stories of change of patterns like music.

What was big is now small, 

And when in the other part of the cycle,

What was small is now big.

Endless revelation of more details,
Because my light level at any time can only see that much,
With only that much resolution of detail.

The basic law always applies:

The one who knows the cycle is beyond the cycle by definition.

So the 5d body can be only seen from beyond 5d.

You are what you love

You are what you love,

Not what loves you,

Not what you are now,
Not what you were before,
Not what you will be later,

Not what promises to love you if...

The direction of love and becoming/unbecoming

Love precedes becoming and also drives it.

The dnos is the dark night of love.

It is when love directs itself to disintegration, sublimation, transformation, dissolution, unbecoming, being more of a nobody and nothing, fading/vanishing/falling away into obscurity.

Which is the opposite of becoming, specialization, perfection, reputation, fame, status, being important, revered, recognized, impressive, charismatic, a somebody, shining/appearing/rising into limelight.
All becoming is connected to magnetization, that is by definition in the latter direction above.
All becoming is a sacrifice, a limiting of the infinite into a finite. This is the cost of taking any form.

So when love for becoming gets exhausted, one goes back and returns to the formless, until a new inspiration sprouts from within, and ushers a new becoming.