12th House Remorse

I know someone with VERY heavy/abundant 12th house placements. His fantasy world is amazing and the lines between what is real and what is not are blurred. His multiple inner voices (the real) even help him write the stories which are decidedly fiction (the not real). All is well there. He is as he should be. But he also often laments that since everything will be dust in the end anyway.... what is the point to it all? And then he is sad.

How to console?

Posted by Huldra
Tell him to accept the fact that everything will be dust in the end, and to learn to accept natural order of things. Then hopefully that'll bring him some peace.


Stellium in the 12th here.

I am a personal lover of the 12th house, I even got it tattooed on me like a dork. But I agree with the above statement because 12th house is not just about the sadness and misery, its about coming to terms with it and finding inner peace in all that is our "negative" emotions. The house of reckoning, is about facing these judgments of our emotions. Whether we choose to succumb to them or emerge enlightened and wiser. Its a tough house because people would rather just be happy hunky dory all of the time. But there is no growth without the 12th house, no wisdom from the experiences of life.

If your friend can accept that his creative talents come from his ability to see and interact with his "house of undoing" placement, he can indeed find inner peace with the balance of this nature.

There's absolutely no problem with his inner voices. I personally view them as a talking link with his subconscious, though I'll never know for certain. If it is, I'm sort of jealous! Being 'socially acceptable' is not an issue for either of us. I love how non-judgemental he is. I have never explored so deeply into what it is to 'be me', all social acceptance aside, until meeting him. I do tend to blend into the people around me, not because of having to but because of wanting to be accepted. I love his whacky nature.

He's accepted 'the dust' and 'the end of all things' further than I ever could, if I mulled on such for so long. I sort of know it but I don't dwell on it, because for me I am in the present as much as I'm in the past and in the future. He is more.... only at the end, aside from role-playing on the computer (which I have not tried). That's his storytelling and it is the only place he is in 'the now'. Maybe he's not overly saddened, but there seems to be nothing that can bring him happiness, either. For me, I might seek warmth because I am cold, draw because I need to release some idea, cook a dish because I like the flavor, brighten (or darken!) the colors of a room... change something to affect something in the now because I see a purpose in it.

He sees no purpose in the now. He just 'waits until the end'.

It could be a long wait.