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 23:
Pluto's
Lesson
We
turned away from the glass window, and the voices faded. We walked up
the street a bit, and Pluto began to speak again. I sighed heavily. I
was tired—but the lesson was far from over. “You see, my dear,” Pluto
said, “true danger lies with those who wield power. Power is The Issue.
Not death, not drug abuse, not even sex. Power is the thing."
“That,”
he said, nodding toward the Capital dome, “is where the most collective
power in this world assembles. Some of that power is navigated honestly,
and some isn’t. Doesn’t matter to me. I’m just the dealer. I give you
all enough rope to either hang yourselves, or pull yourselves out of the
current. Some of you do quite well with it, and some of you don’t.
But it’s not up to me. It’s up to you, each of you.”
"I
thought about taking you to a recycling plant so that you could see what
happens to what’s useless after it’s been purified—because that’s really
what death is about—purification. Everything needs to be purified
at some point. Nothing mortal lasts forever—and when it’s done, it’s done.
That goes for relationships, jobs, and life itself. My job is simply to
get you all to understand when something has gone past the point of no
return—it's up to you to trash it. My job is to en-lighten you—to
get you to molt, and shed your skin periodically, so that you can take
your next step without any excess baggage on your soul. Every time you
live through a loss and shake it off, you’re lighter. You’re purified.
You’re clear for the next step. "
“Sometimes,
however—and I will never, ever understand why mortals are like this—you
hang on to what’s outlived its usefulness to you. You refuse—at least
you try to refuse— to give it up. That makes me angry, and that’s
when I step in and allow you to be beaten up, just like I allowed that
man back there to be beaten. You’ve got to cooperate with me. It’s the
evolution of your soul we’re talking about—do you understand?”
I
nodded. “I think so. But where does sexuality come in? That’s yours too,
right?”
He
smiled. “Well, some of it is. The aspect of sexuality
that I'm involved with isn’t so much the attraction, however—that's Venus'
job. It’s the idea of intimacy and surrender that belong to me. When you
engage in sexual relations with someone, you present yourself to them
as you truly are, naked and vulnerable. Of course, there are many ways
to be intimate—but sex is the way you humans most easily reveal the intimate
you. You’re surrendering to your desires, about to be as close to another
person as it’s possible to get, and to let them get just as close to you.
There’s no covering up your scars—both physical and emotional—when you’re
truly intimate with another person. Of course, humans also use sex to
control each other—which takes us full circle to the idea of power."
“I'm
not the kind of guy who deals with ‘maybes,’ you see. When I pull something
from one of you, it’s already gone. It’s just your acceptance of
that fact—that’s what I’m after. That and your ability to be totally,
brutally honest with yourself—about yourself. That’s what you’ve got to
do if you want to evolve.”
We
continued our walk. “What about obsession?” I asked him. “How does that
fit in?”
“That’s
power, too,” he answered. “When you obsess on something—or someone—it’s
because you want to control it, you want it to do things your way.
The ironic part of obsession is that it always ends up controlling you
more than you realize.”
We
walked on in silence, until we were back at the entrance to the hotel.
Pluto released my arm. The limo, with its black windows, waited. The driver
got out and opened the door for me—but Pluto took a step toward the hotel
door, extending his hand. “Care to come up for a drink?”
I
stood on the sidewalk for a moment, considering my options: Surrender,
or try to escape?
I
took Pluto’s hand and walked with him past the doorman. My Sun, after
all, is at 4 degrees of Sagittarius, and I've learned to surrender over
the past year or so.
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