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StarIQ.com's 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.

Cosmic Café 22:
A Frightening Experience with Pluto

Regardless of the fact that I was in the company of the Lord of Darkness, I was more than a little nervous. The circle of men we'd come upon in this alley were very serious—and I knew something bad was about to happen.

A man with a long, deep scar across his cheek handed a paper bag to another in the group. He took it, looked inside, and threw it on the ground. "Where's the rest?" he shouted. Suddenly, the entire group attacked the man with the scarred face. In seconds, he was on the ground, helpless, being punched and kicked. I tried to pull away from Pluto and run, but he held on to my arm and turned my face roughly toward the ugly scene, just a few feet away. “Look,” he said. “Watch him.”

I was horrified. The man on the ground was unconscious, but they continued to beat him. “Make them stop,” I said. “Please.”

“Not a chance,” Pluto answered. “He knew what he was getting into. This was inevitable.” I tried to hide my face against him, but he wouldn’t let me. “This is life,” he said, “The underbelly of it.”

The attackers turned calmly and walked off together. Their victim lay on the ground, bleeding, as they turned out of the alley, laughing. “Is he dead?” I asked.

Pluto ignored the question. “Do you think he’s never done anything like this himself?” he asked me. “Haven’t you ever heard that what goes around comes around? Who do you think coined that expression?”

This was far worse than I had imagined. “I don’t want to see any more,” I said.

Pluto pulled my arm. “Do you want to go back to the light, to the streets? Do you think that’s any better? Any safer? ” I didn’t answer. “Let’s go,” he said impatiently. We turned away from the man on the ground and retraced our steps. When we reached the street, we were back in the light. The smiling faces of the diners in the elegant restaurants around us calmed me a bit. “Listen,” he said.

Suddenly I was able to hear—through the glass windows, it seemed—the conversations of the people inside. Two men in expensive suits were talking quietly in what seemed like code words. After a moment, it became obvious that they, too, were talking about drugs. “They’re the same as the men we just saw in that alley, aren't they?" I said.

"Absolutely not," Pluto said. "In fact, you’re in much more danger from those two than from the entire pack of pathetic creatures we saw back there. These men aren’t beating the hell out of each other for a few thousand dollars—they’re well past that. They're planning a strategy to make hundreds of thousands of dollars by keeping the weaker ones among you supplied with drugs. And they don’t care if you die in the process—as long as they get their money.”

I was shocked. Who were these men? Just then, I noticed that the ashtray on their table was untouched. How ironic. I turned to Pluto. "Let me guess. Neither of them smoke, right?"

"Absolutely not. That's the first rule," he answered.

I was puzzled. "First rule of what?"

"Dealing drugs. You don't use what you sell. Of course," he said, gesturing in the direction of the ‘respectable businessmen,’ "their reasons are a bit more complicated than those of your average street-corner dealer. Any idea what I'm talking about?"

Next Week: Pluto’s Lesson

 

Read the entire Cosmic Café Saga.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kim Rogers-Gallagher is a well known columnist, lecturer and author of Astrology for the Light Side of the Brain and Astrology for the Light Side of the Future(ACS Publications).

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