The lawyer slides papers across the table that you did not know were yours, pulled from a box you never had the key to. Jupiter occupies your eighth house, the house of the threshold and the shadow and what is shared, the locked drawer, what the body inherits in secret, and your plenty tends to surface from the depths. An inheritance, a refund you forgot you were owed, a body that climbs back from the surgery faster than the doctor guessed. Crisis here usually hands you something on its way out the door. What is easy to miss is how readily you pocket the recoveries and skip the hard look the descent was actually asking for. When the dark calls, go all the way down rather than hover at the top of the stairs, and carry back whatever you find there. This luck compounds for the people who refuse to waste the lesson.