This is an excerpt from Cosmic Confidential for Cancer.
Whatever experience of life we have tends to be mediated entirely by how we feel about ourselves. It’s possible to get fired and be ecstatic; it’s possible to win the lottery and be suicidal. What’s the difference? How we feel about ourselves. That’s the environment into which all other data flows; the circuits through which it flows; the reference by which all else is measured.
We live in a culture that puts incredible emphasis on money, and we are taught that our value involves money. It’s funny how few bother to put the donkey in front of the wagon: how we feel determines how much money we have and whether it means anything at all.
Mars retrograde in your 2nd solar house, Leo, is stirring up this whole confluence of issues. Note how a house (any house) works: it offers different topics that are really one topic. The confluence of the 2nd house is self-value, self-worth, self-esteem, personal resources, sense of self, spiritual bank account, monetary bank account.
Mars is retrograde in this house, stirring the pot and sending you on a deep inner search. Mars rules the houses in your chart associated with playful sex, creativity, pleasure and risk-taking (the 5th house); and reputation, career, mission and profession (the 10th house). This translates to something so easy a Jack Russell Terrier could work it out, to wit: your self-worth is based on the extent to which you blend the properties of these two houses, and recognize that they have both a value on your self-worth and your financial value.
I have a good friend who has Cancer rising. She is a gifted artist, but she refuses to sell her work because she does not want to be any kind of whore: the cheap kind or the expensive kind. I’ve never asked her how she supports herself or acquired her wealth, but unless one is independently wealthy or fully supported, you have to sell something: your labor, your ideas, your time or the products of your hands and mind. Call this prostitution; I know a lot about prostitutes and prostitution, and I can tell you that it’s nothing of the kind. Most prostitutes hate what they do and hate themselves for doing what they do. They hate their clients and by extension tend to hate men. Few that I have ever spoken with see the value of their work in the lives of the people they serve. If that’s how you feel about offering your best work to humanity, then you’re definitely a prostitute.
I am talking about being passionate about what you do, with intention and love and a sense of devotion and nurturing, and honoring the value that your work has on the lives of others. This, in turn, will help you cultivate your sense of self-esteem, which is in truth your sense of belonging on the planet.


