Last year at this time I wrote a post about how happy I was to see Jupiter move out my ninth house and to see Mars end its seemingly endless retrograde cycle elsewhere in my chart. A year later, Mars has been annoying me by transiting my ninth house. I guess I understand why people keep journals about this sort of stuff. It really does provide you with some insight.
Here’s what I wrote:
I know that most astrologers look at the ninth house as a place for expanding horizons, but for me it’s a place where planets go to mess me up. It brings out the worst in me; it makes me apathetic.
The funny thing about this is that I was writing furiously for the past couple of months. Then Mars moved into my ninth house and all of a sudden I could barely open up the file on my computer to read what I had written. Astrologers traditionally associate the ninth house with expansion, higher education and broadening horizons, but it doesn’t seem to work that way for me. It makes my mind expand, all right; it travels so far away that I’m not sure when it will be back.
Over the past couple of days, however, Mars has been approaching my midheaven. It enters my tenth house on Wednesday. Suddenly, I feel productive again. I’ve been able to return to my writing project. I’ve wrapped my head around some goals I have for the future and I’ve even implemented a plan to make them work. I feel as is I’m not sitting around waiting for luck to find me. I hate when people say “you make your own luck,” because to me that phrase implies that really bad luck is earned. Tell that to someone who has cancer.
Anyway, I digress. It’s nice to look at my chart and to see that my ninth house isn’t going to be visited by any planets beside the moon for a very long time. I don’t do “apathy” very well.