That soft, whimpering sound you hear is me, huddled under the covers, waiting for the stampede of planets in Scorpio to get the hell out of my 12th house and leave me in peace. Jupiter, Mercury, and the Moon have led the charge, and the Sun, Venus, and Mars are perched just outside of town, in the 11th house, waiting for their moment to pounce.
I feel tired and cross, as I often do when planets transit my 12th house. I’ve got Neptune there, natally, and I like peace and quiet in my inner sanctuary. There’s a part of me that needs lots and lots of quiet and personal space, and when planets are transiting my 12th I feel the lack of peace and quiet very keenly.
I don’t go to church, but if I did, I think I’d prefer a Quaker meeting, in which no one says a dang thing, to a fiery revival. In fact, growing up, Mom and Dad – who were not religious – took to sending us down the road to the hell fire and brimstone Nazarene country church, mainly to appease my grandmother, who was quite religious. I distinctly remember one day at the age of about six, sitting there in church with the one-armed preacher screeching from the pulpit, when my 9th house Uranus reared up in revolt, ably supported by Neptune in strong-willed Scorpio in the 12th house. I thought, “This is really too much,” and stood up and walked out. I toddled down the road, and when I got home I announced that I was never going back. Mom sort of smiled and shrugged. “Okay.”
Our twelfth houses are houses of worship where we shelter and nurture our rich, inner lives – spirituality, the mysterious creative process, dreams. Mine is painted the colors of Scorpio – rich reds and poison greens – and has a crazy old lady who sleeps in one of the pews and growls at anyone who gets too close. She’s tolerated Mercury, because she knows he won’t be there long, and Jupiter, because he’s kind of good-natured. But several weeks of these jokers AND Sun, Venus, and Mars?
Heaven help me.
