Jupiter enters my sixth house today, just about the time I’ll be wrapping up the spin class I teach at the gym where I work.
I’m going to try to pay attention to anything out of the ordinary that happens over the next couple of days just to see if the shift is noticeable. Of course, this is a transit that will influence the next several months, but sometimes I can feel the shift — as weird as that sounds.
Take the present moment, for example. Before I sat down to write this post, all I could think about is how foolish it is to worship another person. Reading about Trump rallies and Elon Musk’s followers, I was reminded of the tale of the golden calf.
Now I’m an astrologer, so I really shouldn’t get too preachy when I criticize the spiritual beliefs of others. However, I don’t worship anyone but myself. It’s interesting to me that I’ve got that belief running through my head while Jupiter is literally a minute or two from exiting my fifth house: a place where self-worship and egomania can be indicated in the natal chart.
Long ago, I was taught that the the first degree and the last degree in a sign or a house are powerful places for planets to reside in the horoscope. That seems to be true for transiting planets, as well. I’m sure that I’m not the only person who experiences major planetary ingresses this way. The transition seems more like flipping a page in a book rather than a transition from one paragraph to the next. It’s always so abrupt.
So, does that mean my current fascination with the idea of worshipping false idols will be put on the back burner in a couple of hours from now as my thoughts turn to sixth-house matters? I guess I’ll find out soon enough . . .