Jupiter Devotion

Expansion Is My Birthright

A Healing through Visions activation

I feel the pull of Jupiter in my body before I name it. A hum in my belly. A stretch behind my ribs. A quiet invitation rising in my throat before I’ve even opened my mouth. It doesn’t always happen on a Thursday, though that day carries it strong. Sometimes it comes through the hour ruled by Jupiter, when the air tastes like momentum and the colors in my mind glow gold and blue. Sometimes it visits me when I’m deep in creation, my hands busy, my mind spiraling toward some new possibility I hadn’t touched before.

Expansion finds me when I’m craving clarity. When I’m tired of shrinking. When I want to make something that holds more of my truth. I don’t chase it anymore. I sit with it. I soften. I let it come to me.

Jupiter moves through my life like a long conversation, never in a straight line. It loops, it wanders, it returns with questions I never knew to ask. My path to growth is rarely loud. It speaks in language. In listening. In who I become through the way I connect. That’s how I know I’m expanding—when the words change. When the way I hold myself in relationship changes. When my breath deepens in the middle of a sentence, and suddenly, I feel seen.

This energy builds in my body when I speak what’s real. When I take the risk to say the truer thing. When I stop editing myself to stay small and start honoring the vision that keeps whispering my name. My Jupiter lives in the space between what I feel and what I say. It lives in the hunger to grow with others. To build bonds that stretch me, call me forward, make me better.

Every Thursday, I come back to this. Not to do more. To be more.

Sometimes I wake up and place my hand over my liver. I breathe slowly into that space, feeling for what I’ve been holding too long. Jupiter lives there too—beneath the skin, behind the ribs, quietly filtering through the old emotions I didn’t fully let myself feel. That’s the thing about growth. It doesn’t ask for perfection. It asks for space. My liver reminds me to give myself that space.

Inhale. I soften.
Exhale. I open.
Again. I soften. I open. I allow.

I don’t always light candles. Sometimes I just sit in silence. Sometimes I speak a desire out loud and feel my body catch it. My ritual doesn’t need to be elaborate. It needs to be honest.

On days when I want to anchor the energy deeper, I bring in gold and royal blue. I wear them on my skin. I scatter them on my altar. I let them remind me that expansion can be elegant. That I don’t have to fight to receive. I just have to stay open long enough to catch what’s already on its way.

I bring citrine to warm my solar plexus. To activate the vision I’ve been hiding from.
I place amethyst near my crown to clear the fog and let the messages flow.
Sometimes I press lapis lazuli against my throat to help the truth move freely again.

Jupiter is generous. It brings opportunities, yes. But it also brings mirrors. It shows me where I’ve kept myself small. It shows me how good it feels to take up more room without apology. It expands not only what I can have—but who I’m willing to become.

I think of Shango when I feel the fire come. The righteous fire. The drumbeat in my chest that says yes, speak louder. Move with purpose. Be seen. I think of Thor when I need protection—when the energy I’m holding needs to be guarded, honored, carried with strength. These aren’t gods I worship. They are forces I recognize in myself. The sacred masculine that protects, directs, provides. The sacred movement that clears space for my becoming.

I used to think growth was something I had to earn. That I needed to prove myself worthy of more—more love, more space, more peace. I used to believe expansion had to come after suffering. That it was a reward for enduring.

Now I know it’s something I allow.

So I give myself permission to want more. To move slower. To stretch out into the softness of becoming. To take the scenic route and trust that even detours hold divine timing. I give myself permission to call in relationships that challenge and nourish me at the same time. To open to the kind of connection that stretches me without breaking me. To say yes to what expands me, even if it terrifies me. Even if it changes everything.

This is my Jupiter devotion. It is not a ritual I perform. It is the way I live. It lives in the way I write. The way I teach. The way I speak what I used to silence. It lives in the way I breathe into the unknown and hold space for what I’m becoming.

Every Thursday, or whenever I feel the tug to grow, I return to this body. This breath. This altar. This wisdom. I don’t force anything. I listen. I soften. I open.

I take one deep breath. And I speak the words again—not out of habit, but out of truth:

I allow myself to grow.
I trust my wisdom.
I receive with ease.
I expand in alignment with my soul.
And I mean it more each time and with each breath.

If these words stirred something in you and if you feel the call to explore your own expansion more deeply, to align with your rhythm, your truth, your path, I offer sessions that meet you right where you are. We move with clarity and intention, anchoring the energy you’re ready to embody. You can schedule your session at healingthroughvisions.com/appointments. Your growth is sacred. Let’s honor it.