Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and reports regularly on her findings there.
Kidnapped by Pluto
stepped out into a warm, breezy spring evening, fishing through my purse
for my keys. As it turned out, however, keys wouldn't be necessary because
my car was gone. I crossed the street to where I'd parked, maybe thinking
it would reappear by the time I got there. Nope. Still no car.
maybe one of my celestial friends was having some fun with me. I walked
up one side of the block and down the other, but I was sure I had parked
right across from Saturn's door, and it definitely wasn't there now.
now what? I looked back at the Café, but it was dark. I wasn't sure what
this was about—life, after all, had been a bit odd lately, ever since
I'd been visiting the Café. I crossed my arms and tried to decide who'd
done it. Was it one of Mercury's practical jokes? He was, after all, "the
trickster" of ancient days. He very well might have decided to take my
car hostage—just for grins. Or maybe it was Uranus. As the King of the
Unpredictable, he specialized in providing the last thing on Earth you'd
ever expect—and he was sitting right on my Ascendant at the moment, so
one never knew what might happen next. But neither answer "felt" right.
There was something else going on here, and it was starting to make me
a bit nervous. I should call Jupiter. I pulled out my cell-phone just
as a vehicle drove up. It was a long, sleek, black limousine with glowing
opera lights. The limo stopped, and a chauffeur in a crisp, navy blue
suit came around to open the door. “Car for you, miss,” he said, nodding
was stunned. "Me? No…I didn't order a car."
chauffeur didn't budge. He smiled and said, "Oh, I'm definitely here
for you, miss. May I help you in?"
didn't know whether to run or take his extended hand. I was about to call
Jupiter and ask what was going on when I realized there was someone in
the back seat. I bent over and peered through the door at a man in black—just
seconds before someone pushed me into the limo. The man in the back seat
wrapped a blindfold around my eyes before I could even sit up. Okay, this
wasn't funny any more. I was terrified. Maybe it wasn't a planetary prank
going on—maybe I was actually being kidnapped. My heart pounded wildly
in my chest as the man pulled me up on the seat next to him—and the limo
of us spoke. I was trying to get my breathing under control, trying to
figure out what was going on. Who would want to kidnap me? Suddenly, it
hit me. It was Pluto—the mythical kidnapper who'd snatched Persephone
away from her mom one fine sunny day while the two were out picking flowers.
Pluto. The Head of the Department of Sex, Death, Power, Control—all that
good stuff. But what could he possibly want with me? Was I about to die?
not dying," he said, reading my mind. "We're just going for
a ride. Think of it as a field trip. "
ride with Pluto. I took a deep breath, gathered my courage together, and
said. "Okay, but could we take this blindfold off?"
All you had to do was ask. "As he untied the blindfold, I wondered
which form he'd chosen to "wear" for our meeting. The options
weren't very appetizing, either. When I thought of Pluto, I thought of
dark, scary creatures of the night—vampires, and werewolves and monsters.
The blindfold fell on my lap, and I turned to look into the face of the
Lord of the Underworld…
Week: A Field Trip With The Lord of Darkness
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