8th House Profection Year
I was very impatient to see what my 8th house profection year would entail; specifically, as it’s always an opportunity to gain more intimate knowledge about the natal promise of that specific house any time you enter into a new year of life. My 8th house fascinates me, and is an aspect of my chart I am ever-seeking more insight into. It’s a sleeper part of my chart; a bit of a surreptitiously loud, ever-glaring, but silent (to those who are not in my head) part of my fate and being in the world. My benefic of sect, Jupiter, resides here, but is conjunct the South Node; what does that mean? What does it entail to have beneficence, particularly in a dark house associated with “death” and “the occulted,” but in a way which, theoretically, is denied, renounced, abdicated, lost, lessened? But so, too, the South Node does not always represent these themes consistently within astrology; I’ve witnessed firsthand where the South Node perpetuates a condition just as greedily as the North Node ought to; sometimes these nodes do seem to be tied intricately to profound ancestral or past-life, or other not-in-the-incarnate-here-and-now-experience patterns beyond our capability of insight, just pushing these topics into their focality. Also, too, Jupiter isn’t just a clear-cut benefic in my experience; it governs the topics of my 12th house, and its means are antithetical to those of my temperament and natural predispositions as some one with a heavy Saturn-rising nativity; but! Jupiter does have a great deal of triplicity support in my chart, being above the horizon with all of his sect mates.
Jupiter, my only fire placement; what are the implications of strife and courage connotated by that first decan of Leo? My beautiful diviner peers have mentioned the Five of Wands card associated this decan can indicate “Knowing how to keep shining in a claustrophobic setting. The drive to win in fierce competition,[1]” “chaos is opportunity,[2]” “the best part about multiple ideas clashing is that now One Can Win[3],” The tension needed to create something meaningful. People clashing creatively about things they are really passionate about[4],” “Conflict is Good Actually[5],” “There’s an underlying intimacy in the fight. A group of five ppl, contesting each other bc society doesn’t train us for caring about multiple people at the same time[6],” perceiving how another’s ‘camp’ differs from your own clarifies your own in ways that can ultimately be meaningful[7],” “All roads lead towards your most desired destination, yes there is perhaps one road that would triumph over others. But conflicts are one of the best places where the best option would shine[8],” “an opportunity to re-evaluate & switch gears, to fight for what you believe in. knowing when to hold ‘em & when to fold ‘em[9],” “friction that clarifies purpose. internal tension that manifests in external transformation. recognizing where a shift in direction is needed. exploring what activates our creativity, so that we can move accordingly[10].”
And when I focus on Jupiter in my chart, it’s never just Jupiter; Jupiter is disposited by the Sun; the Sun is disposited by Mercury; Mercury is exalted, yet retrograde, partile trine to Neptune and in the mutual terms of Venus, term lord of the Ascendant Ruler, Saturn. There’s an entire tapestry of 1st – rerouting to 9th, which pulls in the 4th, 5th, 6th, 10th, and 11th via Mercury’s dispositorship– rerouting to 8th, which pulls in the 12th and the 3rd. This unbreakable bond of within my nativity of how and what I do always pertaining to something very important happening in the occultation of that 8th house benefic is necessary to //what// I am being and becoming.
The 8th house has always drawn me, has always been front and center even when I oft have been unaware. In the lead to my 8th house year, I mediated frequently on all of these significations. I had input from peers and friends, considering if it would be appropriate for me to redirect my attention to an ancestral practice. I won’t go into detail in where all that ambition led me; but it wasn’t necessarily successful in a productive sense, nor did it leave me with a sense of confirmation that I had found my “thing.” It isn’t something I entirely couched, or plan to, but it is the thing that led me toward astral magic – and during my 8th house year I did talismanic workings and deepened my devotional intimacy with Spica (in parans with Jupiter in my nativity), Jazerial, the spirit of the 13th Lunar Mansion (the lunar mansion of Venus in my nativity and Asclepius (Ras alhague in parans with the Sun in my nativity). My relationship was Spica[11] was particularly intentional, and those connotations of “standing one’s own ground,” reiterated throughout this year as I navigated my broadening dedication to magic and the undesirable difficulties that come with that and maintaining, or not maintaining, relationships with humans outside of the hermetic world you start to build around yourself in order to pursue it thoroughly.
Something that frequented my mind during this year was looking back on the trajectory of philosophical and theological journeying that brought me to where I am (and my now absolute certainty that astrologer is who and //what// I am). It struck me while listening to Shawn Nygaard’s “Angels & Daimons – Exploring the Daimon in Astrology[12],” part of the Summer 2022 Nightlight Astrology Speaker Series, I recalled what movie was my very first favorite movie, and one which still is – “What Dreams May Come[13].” I was eight years old when I saw this movie, a 9th house profection (my younger sibling’s birth and some early introductions to trauma at Disneyworld were the main highlights of my first 8th house profection). I don’t recall if, at that age, I knew of Chiron (who is exactly on the Descendant in my chart), or much myth, and I didn’t grow up within a particularly religious nor religion-practicing family; but everything within that film felt unquestionably, inarguably factual – but most specifically, it featured the topic of suicide with what felt like compassionate sincerity and this was infinitely significant to me – even then, age 8.
“What Dreams May Come,” the film wasn’t on my mind as a senior in college, then age 22, and 11th house profection. I majored in both History and English Literature at a very tiny private college in southern Illinois, also taking many credits in Philosophy through dual-disciplinary courses in an honors program. I completed two senior theses; one about the impact of death and memory (or lack of, or distortion thereof, or fabrication of) following the Civil war through historical criticism of both Melville and Whitman, and one about Existentialism in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. By that time in life, I had gone through many stages – in high school, practically militantly passionate about right-to-die issues, my own high undiagnosed anxiety and personality disorder characteristic; absolute conviction that I wanted to pursue theology, then anthropology, then politics, then settling on the double-major approach with a heavy influence from Heideggerian philosophy. Something about me, as well, is that beholdeness is something I was fiercely passionate about. Because I chose not to die, I inherently chose to have been born. This sort of radical accountability is something I wax poetic over in a talk[14] I gave (during my 8th house profection) on the Saturn return and Saturn’s connection to the 12th, 4th, and 8th houses. To be alive, is a choice taken; and inherently, therefore, one that must be justified, or so I believed; it’s a privilege to be able to eat food, therefore I must eat the correct, most ethically produced food; it is a privilege and a choice to have a body, therefor I must pursue optimization of physical fitness; it is a privilege to have an education, therefor I must excel academically and extracurricularly, and so-on. To have been born – that was the choice I was perpetually making all of my priorities around and to make it evident there existed this chosen deliberacy.
I’ve mellowed out since then, thankfully (as all Saturnians eventually do), but I do think back to the final days of college wherein my English Literature sponsor assigned each person a word, mine – Steadfastness (or, in Middle English as it was, Stedfastnesse[15]). There it is, the Leo Jupiter.
And yet; consider that complexity – to be steadfast in inheritances? Debts? Anxieties? Self-undoing? Magic? Dependencies? Interpersonal utility? The 8th place is fascinating. Keep note it was also referred to as the idle place,[16] also highlighted in my Saturn Return presentation. In the same talk, I presented the way in which the Saturn return is truly only understand within its full context; Saturn exists within a sign for ~2.5 years; but truly, the entire experience exists to bring you into closer intimacy with the saturnian; that is, your 5th, 6th, and 7th profection years, which are bookended by – the 4th and the 8th profections; the only years of your profection cycle that positively allow you direct intimacy with the 12th (by visibility), the place where Saturn rejoices, for this is where we detach from the solar experience of individuation, of the material. You can see me now, out there, laureled, planting my flag on the sea of idle?
In Gary P. Caton’s “Hermetica Triptycha: The Mercury Elemental Year,” he coins the 4th, 8th, and 12th places as the “Trigon of Dynasty[17].” He writes “traditionally our family ties are both where we come from and what we ultimately leave behind (the end of the matter)” (p.75). This is reverberating that relationship Manlius ties between Saturn and the 4th[18]. So it is with Jupiterian fervor that I aim to hurl myself toward this trigon, this relationship to all things that end.
I’ve truly had to sit with this, as a diviner. I often have romantic, idealistic dreams that someday I’ll be able to use electional astrology to assist families opting to pursue compassionate care and death with dignity for loved ones through medically-assisted end of life journeys; I’ve also had those hero complex motivations to dispel some sort of expertise on dialectical behavior therapy, as it helped me with my own mental health history; I’ve been enamored with possibly pursuing death doula work; the lure of necromancy briefly caught my attention – all these things aside though, at the heart of my passion is astrology and serving in client-based work. Something I have had to grapple with during this year is, to what extent is it ethical for me to be providing divinatory, and spiritual by proxy, counsel if I myself am yet still, always eagerly welcoming death. Also, too, I’m more than aware of how not an authority I am on death, dying, or grieving, having not yet experienced a major loss within my life.
Pre-and-during my Saturn return, my mental health entirely changed for the better. I’m generally not some one who experiences suicidal ideation, etc. but, my relationship to the topic of life-ending has always feel different. It seems that other people have no issue just living and that’s all the rationale they need to be; whereas, at best, I’ve innately only ever felt my existence is justified (and, note – I felt it was necessary for it to be), if I am of utility, or at least, not a “net” detriment to the earth and humanity. When I think about my reasons for living, they’re fairly simple – there are other people who I care about who would be majorly affected if I didn’t. But as some one within a spiritual capacity of some sort – that’s not enough, and it’s also incredibly contradictory to anti-capitalist values that inform the work I am responsible for doing. On one hand, I believe all life is innately of value – and yet, I never felt innate value as part of my experience of beingness.
Things began to take a turn when I saw mention of a phrase, “useless death[19],” on Twitter. It struck me, what would utilitous death be? Or, rather, what makes a death use-ful? The answer being obvious; meaningful death necessitates meaningful livedness. Here I had been, missing the point on death, on idleness. There’s irony in that, too – when I created my astrology handle “Dendraletheia,” it comes from a variety of significations. The Trees in Dante’s Inferno stayed with me when I read of them at age 14 (a 3rd house year, ruled by Jupiter) –
“Wherefore tear’st me thus? Is there no touch of mercy in thy breast?”[20]
The beauty of this line, spoken by the oat tree entombing the life of a person who chose to take their life, has captured me ever since; at age 19 (second 8th house profection), I had an oak tree tattooed on my back, on it the names Shelley, Chaucer, Dante, Sartre, Camus, Voltaire, Swift, Burgess, Orwell inscribed on book spines twisted into the trunk of the tree. The ethos was for this tattoo to serve as reminder that as long as I have proximity to philosophy; I can choose life. I also now recognize that Venus, term lord of my Ascendant ruler, and therefore tied to my physical body’s appearance, is also conjunct Ceres – to whom the oak tree is also sacred[21]. At the time, it also mattered to me that the tree of my tattoo was full of foliage, visibly an oak – the state tree of the prairie state I lived. And so, that theme has always continue – trees; tree-like, tree-like truth, unveiling, thus; dendralethia.
So what do you do with all of these willingness toward death, if you have to make it useful? How to have faith in the topics of the 8th house, as Jupiter does, and what sort of implications does that have for co-dependency and the nature of how the 8th house is that which resources the partnership of the 7th? What meaning and beauty and necessity is there in indebtedness? Something I am always reminding other astrologers of is that the 8th place is not death itself, it is more accurately that which is unto death, thus its associations with anguish and anxiety. I was reminded of this while listening to episode “Mortal Chats with writer and podcaster Jule Kucera[22],” where the podcast host describes a time when he was skydiving and he experienced that sensation of being suspended and how full of awe it was; that’s what the idleness of 8th place is; suspension; awe; fear; wonder. This is the same experience of taking on burdens, responsibilities, obligations – those we contractually obligate ourselves to, or inherit. The closing of the Saturn return.
Ultimately, these things didn’t entirely start to piece together for me until the Jupiter-Neptune conjunction of 2022. Around this time, I experienced a Vortex Healing® session with Laura Campagna[23]. At the time, I sought out the session for some assistance in moving over some unhealed bits I had that could use the extra boost from a third party – but I also was at the peak of an increasingly severe health crisis that had gradually began to lean into a major psychological crisis – and thought it could possibly help, with moderate expectations. In 2020, the great Jupiter-Pluto conjunction happened on my Ascendant, during this time I experienced my first rectal prolapse. In November 2020, there was a new moon in Scorpio that would precede the Taurus-Scorpio eclipse cycle of 2021 and 2022, as Uranus opposed Pluto on my midheaven. These series of transits most closely correlate one prolapse gradually becoming several, becoming more frequent from months, to weeks apart, with several visits to the ER with impactions, to the point being at a state during parts of 2022 in which I’ve been completely unable to have bowel movements without some…extreme measures-and often, that’s the least of how it affects me physiologically. While no one enjoys incontinence and impaction – this has been greatly difficult for me to deal with as someone who has built and entire sense of both identity and community around physical activities, bodybuilding, yoga, etc. The only treatment option for this condition that has been suggested by professionals has been abdominal rectopexy – not a life and death procedure, but one that would prevent me from ever lifting again and likely most other activities, which for me, is a major death.
The on/off nature of this medical condition, the times where it only seemed to progressively get worse, rapidly, the impending end of “my”body, “my”self; it would be dishonest to say I don’t still struggle with the ease of I could, just not (exist), very frequently, and how much I don’t want to, end of story, with my quality of life trending towards days of being unable to do much at all besides continuously obsessing over what I do or don’t eat, or eat at all, what laxatives I do or don’t use, or hours I do or don’t spend administering irrigation techniques, or when I’d be able to lift – or merely walk, some days – again; but really, the deeper concerns around being unmarried, how I’d have physical intimacy (a lifelong issue for my afflicted, fallen Venus, anyway), medical costs, how I travel or don’t, and all the while realizing how much more difficult other people’s health issues are than the one I have now – and also, the constant irritation by how frequently and flippantly people talk about that how “oh I shouldn’t have had that milkshake!” “LOL virgo problems,” – I digress : ).
The healing session with Laura was life-shifting. I’m not too familiar with energy healing and I’ve never experienced anything similar to her sessions; but during my first one, for the very first time I felt the undeniable physiological and, honestly, ontological in every way, experience of accepting and being open to love. Those very words, “I am open to love,” came from within me – of me, but also through me, and I recognized the feeling for what it was immediately; and simultaneously I recognized I’ve never felt this before. It was quietly profound; nothing earth-shattering, or tear-jerking, not a eureka moment – but I knew, after the session, that up until that point I had only ever experienced longing for love, and this mattered.
Things began to shift rapidly as Jupiter in Aries trined my natal Aries in late May 2022; my digestion briefly returned to a place of stability, I took a risk on a romance almost 3,000 miles away, I went to NORWAC 2022[24], I started to watch the lily of my 8th house narratives unfolding, started noticing details within them I hadn’t before. Of which, I realized I had overlooked Pallas-Athene, also conjoined my Jupiter. Through the brilliance of my peer A.S. Katoch[25], he pointed out to me that the 8th place, is also related to decent and depth, just as I made those unconscious relationships with Dante and Virgil, so has A.S. seen it connected and he iterated to me specifically the 2nd and 8th houses as they function as Gates of Hell. He immediately understood my seemed fixation on having these little “voyeur drives through layers of Hell,” throughout the images I’ve pursued and felt intimacy toward throughout my life – that Leonine “courage,” isn’t so separate from the Wisdom of Pallas; like the wisdom beheld by the woman restraining, or placating, the Lion on the Strength card. He pointed out to me a work, too, “The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise[26]: ‘Grief expressed out loud for someone we have lost, or a country or home we have lost, is in itself the greatest praise we could ever give them. Grief is praise, because it is the natural way love honors what it misses.’” In many ways, I’ve been repeating this ritual of my 8th house Jupiter; of whom there forms a perfect sextile to the ruler of my MC, Lot of Fortune, Lot of Spirit, and Fourth House – Mars. Also, too, while in this conversation, I started to peel back favorite poems over time, particularly Thanatopsis[27]:
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around—
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—
Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
To perform this, in ritual, is a way into this placement too.
When I returned from NORWAC 2022, I had a quick turnaround to do my first talismanic working with Asclepius. My mental health was very tenuous, lots of high highs, lots of low lows (so goes the Scorpio/Taurus eclipse cycle)[28]. Unlike the previous relationship I had with Spica, by this point, after about a year of devotional work with Asclepius, I still feel distant from his spirit – the relationship fragile, superficial. I felt a great deal of self-doubt; not just in regards to this working, but magic broadly – I’m constantly (even still!) twirling my fingers around double-sided coin of “magic,” and how Jupiter rules both my 12th and my 3rd; always unable to discern is this right *for me. But as the time approached, more information came through crystal clear – the story of Thessalos[29] whose whiney ass stuck out to me and I realized, “oh.”
Over time I started to understand that I didn’t need to have proximity to actual death nor grief of loss necessarily to be grieving – without going too much into detail, I’ve done, and re-done my identity numerous times (Pluto-MC); what perpetuates me is a sense of fortitude, or audacity, or fearlessness, or just a desire for thrownness[30], I suppose. Much can be said about 8th place and “codependency,” but it’s the same reasons I found real, completely fulfilling, romance, and an openness to love, while in the suspension of “my”self. With this attention toward another self, or that 7th house, the setting place (of actual death), I’ve come to understand that justifying beingness is not the burden of the individual; there are moments from the 8th place where we understand what we take or do not take with us; what is ours to bear – that burden is wholly a privilege that belong to others; it is of others to whom that identification of utility, or value, belongs.
A work that has become a bit of a sacred tome over the years is Siri Hustvedt’s “A Woman Looking at Men Looking at Women; Essays on Art, Sex, and the Mind[31].” In it she refers to my absolute favorite human in history, Antonin Artaud, of him she writes,
“Artaud, who did not kill himself, wrote, ‘If I commit suicide it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again…By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.’” She also writes, “[Virginia] Woolf writes that she has begun to hear voices, but her decision to die is anticipatory of complete breakdown. I will not face a future that is like that past. Her letter displays a quality Thomas Joiner believes is present in all suicides – ‘perceived burdensomeness,’ the belief that beloved others will be better off without you. No doubt, this is often present. But I do not think it holds true for every suicide.
In the diary he kept during the last year of his life before his suicide, Cesare Pavese wrote, “One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love- reveals n us our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.’ … For Pavese death has a luxuriant, seductive lure, a palpably pleasurable, masochistic frisson…
I wish I had something as some sort of a definitive take-away; but I’m writing this as Mercury is at the final anorectic degree of Virgo exchanging terms with Mars in Gemini and this seems, at best, reflective of where all my mind has been this year and what I’m taking with me. There’s a long list of people to acknowledge, collectively, you all know who you are and I love you.
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