The 8th House Year
Facing my Icks and getting That Moneyy
Well well, we meet again in these fuck ass times.
Lately, I’ve been contemplating how I have made lemons into lemonade. Kick a mars ruled hoe down and we’ll be back thrice as better and make you wish you were never born. My Capricorn karma ensures Daddy Saturn will make me hotter than you and better than you the more I age. By the time you hit your mid life crisis I’ll have forgotten who you are and look great doing it.
*insert snark ass image here*
However, this requires me to prep for success, invest wisely and circle back after I’ve let some shit breathe. That’s one of many reasons I love profection years. While I may not know the specifics of what a new year brings, I can at least understand the overarching themes.
So what the fuck is a profection year anyway? Google will tell you “A "profection year" in astrology refers to a specific year in a person's life where the focus is on a particular house of their natal chart, essentially highlighting the themes and areas of life that will be most prominent during that year.”
Okay, but how do I know what year I’m in?
Charts bitches. We go through each house multiple times during our lives. If you’re reading this, congratulations you’ve probably traveled through all 12 houses by now. Each house has themes that “live” in that house. They are assigned to an astrological sign:
1st House = Aries.
2nd House = Taurus
3rd House = Gemini
…you get it. We end up with 12 houses. All of them with their particular brand of crazy rife with benefits and lessons. Add your birth chart, shake the bag real hard and you’ll get your own unique soup of astrology. Some people get lucky with signs that are “naturally at home.” Eg: Someone with 1H in Aries will feel extremely attuned to the characteristics of their house. Rihanna is an Aries rising and it SHOWS.
*insert Rihanna being a badass here*
Now, imagine you mixed up houses and put a Hufflepuff in Slytherin. Brutal. That’s what having a Scorpio rising in 1H is like. My mars being debilitated (that’s so fucking insulting btw every time I read it in astrology articles pls), in cancer 8H just goes to show you can’t have your cake and not cry into it too. Scorpio dislikes visibility, surface level interaction, or being noticed if they aren’t curating how it’s being done. Cancer craves to be seen, but resents everyone and themselves for not asking for it! I handle these opposing sides of my psyche so well thank you for asking!
What are the characteristics of each house and of the 8th house specifically?
8th house is Scorpio’s Home:
Merging, Sex, Intimacy, Shared Finances, Taxes, Inheritances, Loans, Assets, Property, Joint Ventures/Goals, Mystery, Partner’s Resources.
So sex, money, mystery and a lot of fucking paperwork.
Case Study:
The first time I was in my 8th year I was 19. That year was charmed, but it also revealed hidden enemies within and outside of myself. Scorpio is polarizing, you either love it or hate it for its intensity and you can’t do anything about that and they can’t either.
I bagged my first boyfriend, dumped by my first college friend group, (my loss was my gain), dove into taboo topics publicly, admitted I was bi for the first time privately, Popped out of my shell, with more eyes on me than I was used to. While my privileged financial asset at the time was my sperm donor to my delight, my career was moving into conducting. My grades were great. Cherry on top? Feeling desired publicly, so I tricked myself into thinking that meant I saw myself that way too.
Mind you, I’m 19.
Case Study 2:
I’m 31 this time. Honest to god, I was scared it was going to be a breakup. I mean it!! I was like fuck, I got into a new relationship last time what if that happens or a sudden relationship change? Never mind that my relationship was fine. Since Scorpio rules death, I was worried sperm donor might die, adding to my paperwork and financial ruin and terrified my mother was burying herself in the ground.
This is a good time to mention I have Scorpio elsewhere in the 12th. Paranoiaaaaaaaa thy name is Cat. The reality was very different from that.
Starting with sex and mystery:
Another ego death. But this time, it’s supposed to be about my own bullshit not everyone else’s. Unearthing my head from the foggy maze of meds I’d been on since 2019, “whoaaaaaaa shit I haven’t been in my body for 3 years LMAO my bad.” *this is not a commentary on if you should take meds or not this is commentary on a decision i made for my own reasons you do you et cetera, the fuck.* I realize I’ve been a mystery to myself for a long time.
Facing your own self destructive tendencies, even if they served one in times that were necessary and dire, fucking sucksss. My Body is owed many offerings and apologies.
The self loathing persists. Except I have tools to combat it this time! My days focused heavily on affirmations written and verbalized. Taking more selfies, pushing myself to party and take fashion risks (everything is a fashion risk for someone who grew up in a jean skirt and purity culture), accepting love means pushing through my own barriers to be present and scared. It will be worth it every time.
Observations:
Name the sacred in everyday spaces. Manifest and actually BELIEVE you have it. Take notes from Charli about being BRAT, knowing you’re the absolute fucking shit. Punch 888 for number entries, on cash with spiritual water, scribbled on checks already deposited. Take note of the wins, even the ones no one saw but you.
Make peace with your inner teen, and enjoy some of the things you forgot we enjoy. Tumblr, hows it goin?
Decide you deserve it and move accordingly. Death knows the time to start over. A way is made where there was none.
As for money and a lot of fucking paperwork…
Alright….the admin of it all was irritating as hell, but lowkey it yielded more than I’d attained thus far in life. I learned what I truly consider an asset and who. I removed anything that wasn’t returning on investment. I owned my abilities and asked for what I deserved. There was circling back, runarounds and yeah some shit DID get pushed to the next quarter, but the universe got literal. I discovered lost money which yielded savings. I opened myself up to the possibility that inheriting family traits you like is possible. A secret joint partnership was formed on Samhain (later), and home contracts signed. I returned to the choral world and really, the world at large. We relaxed into our love.
I knew I loved me and said it back.
Observations:
All of the highs and lows of your year will tie back to the wheel. Go with the flow, using the themes and the profection number in your energy work to call in what you want. Caution: test results may require you prove you’re ready for the upgrade.
The mystery may take you places you haven’t been, but the seeker is encouraged to carry lessons from the last cycle into this one. Aging is a privilege and she passes the baton. The eighth house will demand surrender to your yearning. Time to become the main character. If you’ve been checked out, your subconscious will lock in faster than the speed of light. Steer your course and make time for fun doing it.
Possible discoveries include: more dancing, light returning to your eyes, success publicly and privately on your terms, a wave of change cresting at the right moment. Things tailor made for you are never late. In the words of Queen Clarice Renaldi: “Everyone else is simply early.”
*Miracles Happen by Maya starts playing*
From My Desk:
Imbolc 🕯️: The halfway point of winter and Feast of St. Brighid is February 1. Spring always comes, but allow yourself to rest, draw energy inward, and gather resources for a few more weeks.
New 🌑 in Aquarius: Jan 29th. There is a digital and physical revolution happening. Decide what your role will be, asking for guidance on ushering in radical change. Allow new ideas and perspectives to inspire you!
A Protection Workshop 🧿 will be shared soon that I am co facilitating. We will lead a simple ritual and share ways you can energetically protect yourself and your community. $5 Admission. More soon!
Mars Retrograde 🎇 will end Feb 23rd. My god where WON’T it end? Expect delays, but they may be divine protection. Choose where your energy is harvested and in who. Ground yourself in intentional hibernation and in acts of autonomy.
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Loved reading this. I haven't dug into profection years before. Looks like I've just started another trip through the 11th House, which tbh, feels kinda like it's bringing out the Rebel archetype in me. I have felt really fucking in tune since the Sun moved into Aquarius. Flip the table and burn it down bitches.