Harsh Transits of Pluto.
Pluto transits are not one size fits all.
Pluto in easy aspect to your natal chart can be clarifying,
empowering, sustaining, and rewarding.
Particularly if you have a good working relationship with your Pluto already.
You can be nourished at a deep level and increase in power, capacity and DEPTH.
Anyone who has ever been loved by a Scorpio
or serious 8th house type, will know just what I mean.
This is not about those transits.
This is for the unsuspecting, the blindsided,
those who darkness follows for it’s own deep mathematics:
This Post is for the HARSH TRANSITS of Pluto.
Pluto as Kali. The devastator, and the re-maker of lives.
Let me explain,
Once upon a time, I thought I could make something happen,
by force of will, by hard work, by following through, by taking the steps,
by doing my best,
not giving up…
are you laughing yet?
I thought it was like a bargain,
I know what I want, I’ll do my bit…
Having a Harsh Pluto transit is like being two years old again.
If you can not have another popsicle you want to lay on the floor and die.
only it’s not a popsicle,
It’s everything you have ever wanted, all you have worked for your entire life,
the only sacred corner of your psyche, defiled and destroyed.
Thrash and scream, or just sob quietly, it makes no difference.
The embodiment of a perfect dream.
You will not be receiving this dream,
Because it is not for you.
As it turns out, you do not know best.
Pluto brings you in contact with POWER.
Real Power. Both your own, and the power of God, Reality, Nature
however you call this force, that lifts houses in the wind and smashes them on rocks.
The tidal waves, destroyers, those who can only be thought of as villains and forces of evil,
murderers rapists, torturers, slow bone cancer, and sudden death
and in all this,
you will see your part.
Pluto will show you your own face in the mask of your destroyer.
If you have been selfish or small,
there is no protection for you, and then again,
there is simply no protection.
Floods, Disease, we find meaning for them.
The scope of creation and destruction is what our lives are made of,
and at the same time, beyond, far beyond.
Take a min to consider what is out of your control,
Pluto is corrective, if you have lost your way, she will find it.
~Her lotus feet upon the heart of Lord Shiva, prostrate in utter bliss. The eye on the blade of Her sword: the terrifyingly wide-awake clarity which swiftly cuts away all that needs to be cut from our lives. Kali’s destruction is imminently creative. The death She brings is the birth of real knowledge.~
It goes like this.. According to reality,
My dreams were not big enough,
they were outdated,
they encapsulated me too tightly
and held me too close…
If I were able to realize them, I would have needed nothing more. Fulfilled?
Over. In a sense, finished.
Do you think that Pluto wanted me to live?
and in order for me to live, my life had to die?
Pluto is reductive,
bargains with God, become smaller and more encompassing.
…to live another day…or I can not stand to live another day.
An attempt to negotiate a relationship with your life force,
it is that implacable face you must make your peace with.
People say, you break your heart to break it open.
There are as many ways to break your heart, as there are hearts to break.
You break your heart to OPEN yourself to the strength
of what you there is inside you to lose.
So Much! You are vast. There is so much to lose!
You are forced to come in contact with the only thing inside you
that will not die, and build your life around that:
You are forced to come in contact with the only thing inside you that will not die,
and build your life around that, wait… while blindfolded and trusting in who?
trusting in YOUR life? The very one, that has just been annihilated?
your individual life and your dreams?
No. That is much much to small. Those days are over.
To collaborate with the invisible architects of our lives,
we have to live in the midst of uncertainty,
to continue co-creating with forces beyond our control.
Who you are when you have nothing.
Who you are when you have nothing turns out to be vast.
Your ~Self~ can neither be encapsulated
nor insulated from the bloody heart of life.
God? Reality? Life?
Uncertainty, which is safety itself, trust?
In a very strange sense, we are asked by Pluto to turn the other cheek
when we are slapped. Arguing gets you nowhere, you have to accept,
and move on, in the light of what you know NOW.
There is a clear before and after. The past is gone.
As you start to heal, to regain your sense of your place and proportion,
the smallest signs show up to guide you.
Watching a shell being turned to sand, is that shell what this ocean is?
Can there be a separation?
Nothing but life.
a heart shaped rock washes up on the beach…
another feather from the jay above you
… this may or may not be a sign.
Breathing slows, that popsicle has long since melted.
you may live out your whole life and never have another, well, if so, then so.
Pluto moves elsewhere, your life begins to coalesce,
to fall in line with your beating heart,
still alive still breathing.
You breathe around and through your questions,
steady, unsteady, as a flame
the core of what you are, revealed.
Uncertainty a promise, to live out in faith.