42 posts tagged “pluto”
"That’s why there are big, bold warning signs on the sides of the cars, and why there are billboards leading up to the crossroad. That’s why the signals are lit up with flashing red lights, and why loud bells are sounding. Is the Pluto-Saturn-Uranus train on a intersect course with your path—that is, do you have planets, the Sun, Moon, Ascendant or Midheaven in early degrees of Aries, Cancer, Libra, or Capricorn? If so, are you reading and heeding those warning signals?
Or are you sitting there, stalled on the tracks, affirming and visualizing that the train won’t come after all, that it’ll be diverted onto a side track just in the nick of time? Or maybe praying that because you’ve been a really good, hardworking person your whole life, God will just make it go away?
If the Pluto-Saturn-Uranus train is on your path—that is, if major chart features are located at those early degrees of Aries, Cancer, Libra, or Capricorn—you have three options for coping with the clunkers in your life:
- keep the pattern but invest major sweat equity in fixing it
- junk it and walk to work for a while
- carpool.
If you think there is a lot of change about you and those you know, sit down and note the evolution in your life since March 2009. Who’s still around? Who’s gone? How have you altered? How have you improved? You may not have had time to track it but i betcha there has been a potent and distinct tracking upward, no matter what merde you’ve gone through.
And if not? I’d actually be more worried if nothing had altered…So, Saturn-Uranus-Pluto have a way to go on this track. The evolution continues. Saturn-Girl is still hard at work, helping you eliminate “tolerations” from your life and the person you were always meant to be. And, lol, it probably has a lot to do with getting the basics together so that you may better pursue your dreams."
You know you've been seriously kicked in the butt by this Pluto transit.
Nobody is escaping it.
And if you can get your affairs in order
you won't be so blown away by the chaos.
That's the whole trick of the week.
Juggling order and chaos.
Between being good and behaving and keeping your job
and making sure you are healthy enough to do it.
ANd on top of that REINVENTING YOUR WHOLE DAMNED LIFE.AS FAR AS THE PLUTO THING IS CONCERNED,
PLUTO IS STILL AT ZERO,
SO DECIDE ON WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE
AND
HOW AND WHERE YOU WANT YOUR TRANSFORMATION TO WORK.
Was reading this story about Flo-Jo. Interesting girl, that one. Not only was she a quirky stylist, she apparently was psychic.
- "Dreams were her gift. Every morning, she'd wake up and tell her husband, Al, how she'd dreamed about angels or daughters or catastrophe.
- The truth was, she was something of a loner, an eccentric. As a child growing up in L.A., she wore mismatched socks and rode a unicycle to school. She wore one braid up and one braid down, did walking handstands around the block.
A closet, tucked away in a spare bedroom, began to explode with dresses. There were pinafores and jumpsuits and UCLA cheerleading outfits, all ready for a tiny, crawling daughter. Down the hall, there was a den full of dolls, play kitchens and little pink strollers. "We had a hope chest that turned into a hope room," Al says.
There was just one problem with all of it: Florence wasn't pregnant. She'd simply assure Al that she'd soon be having a baby girl, and that this girl would be an extraordinary singer, the one talent Florence wished she'd had. It seemed curious and presumptuous not to buy a single item of boys' clothing, not to buy one truck, but Al sensed Florence's conviction and knew not to chide her. A year later, she finally was pregnant.
- It amazed Al a bit to see how clairvoyant Florence had been, but it wouldn't be the last time, especially when the little girl began to sing.
- Al had long known about Florence's quirks and had always considered them endearing. When she'd travel overseas, she'd write Mary exhaustive letters, so the girl would have mail waiting for her every day. But, soon, it was a little over the top. Florence would even sit down at home and write letters to her daughter, sealing them and scribbling: "Do Not Open Until You're 16." Al dutifully packed them away, thinking it was Florence just being Florence.
But then came some darker moments, some premonitions that were somewhat difficult for Al to digest. One morning, after she'd watched the movie "Ghost" the previous night with Mary, Florence woke up desperately grabbing for him.
"Al, I had this dream and you were crying," Florence said. "And I was telling you I was all right and everything was fine, but I couldn't reach you. But I was telling you everything was fine. I just couldn't get to you. You should know this."
Her dreams had long been colorful and vivid, but now there seemed to be a certain distressing element to them. She woke up another morning sobbing, and when Al asked her what was wrong, she said, "I don't want to leave Mary without a mother."- "No, you will get married again, because I'll be the one to send her to you," she said.
"How will I know?" he asked.
"You'll know," she said.- In a curious way, her mother had given Mary life, from the grave, and this made Mary and Darnesha and Al all wonder how supernatural Florence actually was. "I mean, who writes letters for their kids to open when they're going to be 16, when they're only 2?" Darnesha says. "Very eerie."
I'm a nasty ol' bitch and this made me cry. Awesome.
So, looking at her natal chart...
On the "wacky dresser" front, she's got Uranus contacts to a whole lot of planets. Man, Jupiter/Uranus is really coming up when I look at random people's charts lately for wackiness.
On the psychic front, the one thing that stands out to me is the Pluto in the twelfth house, with lots of contacts to it.
And the dreams, Neptune rising.
Topic of discussion: Ryan "I Just Trolled On My Kid At My Girlfriend's Funeral" O'Neal.
I would concur with this one. Mars issue guys...well, be careful. Find a guy who's using that energy constructively, rather than taking it out on other people.So, okay, I whip up his chart and go looking for astrological prick indicators (A.P.I.) and voila – the classic afflicted Mars. Ladies and male gays, take note. The “afflicted” Mars is the classic astro-omen of trouble when you are looking at men. Not all men with a trickily aspected Mars are difficult pricks with drugs or violence issues but plenty are. PLEASE don’t e-mail me to defend your precious snookums who has never laid a hand on you excepting for tantric sex at which he excels and he always puts the rubbish out sans complaint. I am just saying that in SOME cases, a man with Mars square his Saturn, Uranus, Pluto or Neptune can be a piece of work.
"However, where the International Astronomical Union went all screwy was in deciding to name Pluto, and objects of its icy ilk as a “dwarf planet.” Yes, it’s small. But you know what, sooner or later it’s inevitable that we’re going to find a “dwarf planet” out there in the Kuiper Belt that’s larger than Mercury, which is not a “dwarf planet.” And then the IAU is just gonna look dumb.
What they should have done is this: Simply say there are different categories of planets. There are rocky (terrestrial) planets, which in our system are Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars. There are gaseous (jovian) planets, which in our system are Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune. And then there are icy (plutonian) planets, which in our system are Pluto and Eris and very likely whole damn bunch of other ones out there past Neptune. And then, having admitted that there is this indeed this third (non-dwarf) category of planet, the IAU could admit this: Hey, there are in fact so many damn icy planets out there that it doesn’t make sense for the average person to try to learn them all, so let’s just stick to the rock and gas planets as the ones they need to know, and appoint Pluto as the token icy planet representative that the kids learn about in school."
