In Part I, I defined the term, profection, while also acknowledging that delusions and illusions belong in the 12th house. Because this is my 12th house profection year, this is the perfect time for me to intentionally focus on creating through (positive) delusion. But before I tell you the details of my strategy, let me revisit the past as I reference the wheel chart below which shows the age I was during my previous 12th house profection years.
At 35, my soul was crushed just enough to allow me to see through the illusion of governing bodies such as those associated with healthcare regulations, employee rights, and corporate HR. I experienced utter disillusionment. On top of that, hidden enemies had slowly destroyed my house and with their final move, stripped it of all its copper plumbing. So, my children and I quietly left the state of NC. We arrived in Phoenix, which unbeknownst to me at the time, lies right at my MC Neptune astrocartography line.
For the next 12 years, I would live under the spell of a new illusion.
The twelve year cycle renewed and I am once again in a 12th house profection year. I am 47. This year’s themes were sickness, isolation and confinement along with the repeated discovery of hidden enemies. The latter is also an attribute of the 12th house according to many astrologists even though it isn’t listed in the chart above. Let me go back in time again to another 12th house year.
At 23, I gave birth to a baby whose sun is in the 12th house. I spent 30 days of my pregnancy with her in a women’s shelter. To me, it felt like jail, a place of confinement. The shelter was in GA where I was isolated from my family in NC. Some of the women there bullied me which made me wonder if the bully I left was really so bad. And it was then that I first became aware of the concept of stalking.
After I left the shelter, while heavily pregnant, I drove a moving truck back to NC. And all by myself, I rented a house for me and my 2 year old in which I planned to operate a licensed home daycare. Immediately thereafter, I came home during a break-in. They must’ve ran out the back just as I was unlocking the front door. The police said my house was the perfect target because of the the railroad tracks which ran behind the heavy shrubbery out back. I moved out immediately. I didn’t know then that break-ins would eventually become my new normal.
I’m going backwards again to age 11, another 12th house year. Back then, I had a regular hiding spot, a semi-hidden staircase located in the basement of the Pine River Baptist Church in MN. One Sunday morning, after the service, while hiding there, I saw through the illusion of my perfect family, the pastor’s family. I could see that my dad was falling in love with a hidden enemy, the woman who thought of my mom as her best friend. The church didn’t know it until I was 16 and he didn’t leave my mom for her until I was 21 or 22. Alright, for now, let me stop here.
Edit: 4/13/2025. My 12th house profection year technically ended 6 weeks ago on my birthday. I say technically because it’s more like a gradual phasing out of the old and a creeping in of the new. The next entry was going to be Navigating Through The Alternate Realities. However, I’m not quite ready to explain how I moved into a new reality as it specifically pertains to the MIMIC-OPPS. So for now, I’ll talk about the name behind the project.