#deep thinkers

Connections are rare for those who value solitude, but when made they often last a lifetime.

if you have mercury in the 12th house, you have probably spent a significant portion of your life feeling like your thoughts exist on a frequency other people can't quite tune into. and you're not wrong. this placement puts one of the most communicative planets in the most hidden house in the chart, and what comes out of that is a mind that is rich, deep, and genuinely difficult to translate.

the 12th house is the house of the subconscious, of things that operate behind the scenes, of solitude and what we carry that we can't always name. mercury here doesn't disappear, it just goes inward. these people think constantly and thoroughly but the gap between what's happening internally and what actually gets said out loud can feel enormous.

a lot of mercury in the 12th people find writing easier than speaking. there's something about having time and space to arrange the thoughts before they have to exist in the world. spoken conversation can feel exposing in a way that's hard to explain to someone who doesn't have this placement.

they also have an almost eerie ability to read between the lines. what someone meant but didn't say, the tension underneath a normal interaction, the thing the room is avoiding. mercury in the 12th picks up on all of it. it's not intuition exactly, it's more like the mind is trained to look for what's hidden because that's the house it lives in.

the shadow side of this placement is the silence. because communication feels vulnerable, a lot of these people go quiet when they most need to be heard. they hold the thought, swallow the need, and then feel unseen by people who genuinely had no idea anything was wrong.

if this is your placement, the work is learning that your inner world is not too much. your thoughts are not too complicated. the right people will not only understand them, they will be grateful you finally said them out loud.

Humanity speaks of divinity more than ever, yet embodies it less. Temples, doctrines, and moral slogans multiply while the inner sense of the sacred thins. This is not the death of God, but the decay of humanity’s ability to recognize the Divine.

Belief has drifted from embodiment. People have learned to declare faith without practicing awareness, to speak of virtue while serving vanity. Religion and ideology become social armor rather than vehicles of transformation. In protecting forms, we lose the essence they once carried.

A major cause of this decay is the tyranny of labels: names, roles, and collective identities that replace direct experience. In many traditions, a name carries spiritual power; to forget one’s true name is to lose sovereignty of the soul. Japanese folklore and Shinto philosophy capture this idea vividly: the spirit of the word (kotodama) is not mere sound but essence. When names are taken or traded, memory of the self fades.

Miyazaki’s Spirited Away translates this wisdom into modern myth. Chihiro becomes “Sen,” bound to a world of appetite and transaction, losing the memory of who she is. Only by remembering her real name does she escape illusion. This mirrors humanity’s predicament, we too live inside a grand bathhouse of distraction, forgetting our source while serving systems that feed on our labor and attention.

The same principle appears in Zen and Gnostic thought: enlightenment or salvation is not the gaining of new knowledge but the unlearning of illusion. Zen calls it “forgetting the self”; Gnosticism calls it remembrance (anamnesis). Both describe recovering a consciousness unburdened by false identity.

If this forgetting continues, belief becomes noise and morality becomes performance. Society grows transient, clever, connected, yet hollow. The remedy is not destruction of faith but its purification: unlearning what was adopted for approval, remembering what is inwardly true, and embodying that truth in action.

When the God decayed, it was not the Divine that fell away but humanity that stopped listening. To restore the sacred is to reclaim the capacity for direct experience ~ attention, humility, and integrity. The true name of every soul still waits beneath the noise; it will return when we remember to be silent long enough to hear it.

« Nous naissons à cette époque et devons courageusement suivre le chemin qui nous mène à notre destinée. Il n'y a pas d'autre voie. Notre devoir est de tenir bon, sans espoir, sans secours, à l'image de ce soldat romain dont les ossements furent retrouvés devant une porte à Pompéi, mort à son poste lors de l'éruption du Vésuve, faute d'avoir été relevé. Voilà la grandeur. Voilà ce que signifie être un pur-sang. La fin honorable est la seule chose qu'on ne puisse ravir à un homme. »