The Zero Point Diaries | Entry One

Jupiter Enters Cancer: The Womb Where Power Learns to Listen

This is the first entry in The Zero Point Diaries—a reflection series on zero-degree planetary transits. These are not just celestial shifts, but invitations to begin again with intention, softness, and cosmic trust.

There’s a different kind of growth beginning.

It doesn’t shout.

It doesn’t surge forward with bravado.

It steps into the room like a question:

“How do we grow roots before we rise?”

Jupiter has entered Cancer.

And as someone born with Jupiter at zero degrees Virgo, this feels like the first drumbeat of a new ritual—

a zero point transit meeting a zero point soul.

This isn’t just astrology.

This is initiation.

A threshold of meaning where expansion becomes nourishment,

and power learns to wrap itself in care.

Cancer doesn’t ask us to dream bigger.

It asks us to remember deeper.

To return to the body. The home. The hunger for belonging.

To the tenderness we once called weakness—

and now must name as truth.

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When I was born, Jupiter and Mars stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the very edge of Virgo.

A beginning of beginnings.

Warrior and Teacher joined not in fire, but in refinement.

Their promise was this:

Every initiation must be integrated. Every spark must be shaped.

Now, as Jupiter steps into Cancer’s waters,

I feel the soft echo of a new vow rising:

“Lead not to conquer, but to comfort.

Speak not to dominate, but to heal.

Grow not through striving—but through remembering who you love, and why.”

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This is the first entry of The Zero Point Diaries.

It begins not with thunder, but with tide.

Not with conquest, but with kinship.

It begins here, where Jupiter becomes the cosmic midwife,

and we are asked to birth futures that feel like home.

Let this season of Jupiter in Cancer be your womb of wisdom.

Let it teach you how to lead with tenderness,

and to hold space for your own becoming.

Because the truth is—

Power is not what you hold.

It’s what you’re willing to hold space for.

Until the next threshold,

—A.