Every reading tells you where you came from.
One question remains.
Your chart is drawn from where you were born, the places you have lived, and the stars that stood over each of them. It reads, in full, the line you have travelled. There is only one mark it has never made — the one at the far end of that line.
Where do you want to go?
Strip away the theology and the world's oldest traditions say the same five things: the body is not the person; death is a passage, not an end; the crossing is marked by a rite and a token; the traveller goes to a chosen place, often aligned to the sky; and the living keep the memory. The Final Alignment simply asks you to choose your own.
In the Hindu and Egyptian traditions, fire and river release the traveller and carry them on.
From Tibet to the Andes, the high places lift the body back to the open sky.
Mariners and island peoples returned their dead to the water that bore them.
The oldest rite of all — given back, simply, to the living soil and the ancestral land.
Giza, Newgrange, and a thousand temples set their dead on a line drawn to a star.
Every place on Earth carries a reading. These are a few of the points where the line can end.
Choose a crossing, or name any place on Earth. The instrument measures what stands there — the geoelectric field, the density of the ancient grid, the stars that rise on its horizon, and its bearing to Giza. Measured, not foretold.
The traveller is released to the place. A single object remains with the living — a small medal struck to your own stars and coordinates. Not ashes on a shelf. An heirloom, made to be held, and passed down.
One continuous thread, from the star you were born under to the one you chose. Your whole arc, drawn as a single line of light — the reading that began the day you arrived, completed.
The Final Alignment is a reading and a planning experience. It is not a funeral or cremation service; any chosen arrangements are carried out by licensed providers. Made in calm, by the living, for themselves — never sold in grief.