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.
A Field Trip with The Lord of Darkness
don't know what I was expecting to see when I looked at him, but this
wasn't it. I found myself face-to-face with someone who looked an awful
lot like Steven Seagal. Dark hair pulled back in a taut pony tail, chiseled
features, a tiny gold loop in his left ear—and the deepest, darkest brown
eyes I’d ever seen. In other words, he was gorgeous. Relief mixed with
instant attraction. (My Mars, after all, is in Scorpio...)
smiled—a little. It wasn’t the warmest, fuzziest smile I’d ever seen,
but I smiled back.
had no idea you were so fond of big entrances,” I said, boldly.
not. Just wanted to see what you were made of. ”
I was doubly attracted—Mars in Scorpio always did love a challenge. Besides,
I thought I’d done rather well under the circumstances. I mean, I couldn’t
remember the last time I’d been abducted, but…I thought it best
not to pat myself on the back too much at this point. “I see,” I said.
I looked out the window on my side of the car, but couldn’t see a thing.
The glass was smoked too darkly. "So what am I made of?"
about to find out," Pluto said, staring right into my eyes. Suddenly,
the car stopped. “Walk with me,” he said, as the chauffeur opened our
door. Pluto got out and extended his hand in to me. I hesitated for a
split second, then took it, accepting his help. I slid out of the car,
straightened my dress, and actually took the arm of the God of the Underworld.
were in front of a hotel—obviously a very expensive one. As we began to
walk, I saw a white dome rise up over the buildings in the distance and
realized that we were in Washington. D.C., in a lovely downtown section.
Brightly lit hotels and restaurants lined the street around us. I saw
well-dressed people inside, laughing over their dinners, and I began to
relax a little. We walked in silence for a few blocks, until I asked him
where we were going. He stopped and faced me, never releasing my arm.
“You want to get to know all the planets, right? Including me?”
well, yes....” I said, “I just wasn't expecting....”
that, he laughed. “Yes, well, not too many of your kind do,” he said.
“But don't worry. You’re quite safe with me.” I had to agree. Who’d mess
with Pluto? We walked on a bit further in silence, then turned off the
main street and headed down an alley. Safe or not, I wasn't feeling especially
comfortable in these surroundings. The alley was lined with dumpsters,
garbage cans and people—people huddled up inside boxes and under filthy
blankets. None of them saw us, or even heard the click of our heels—but
a stray cat hissed and ran. We turned again and walked deeper into what
could only be called the bowels of the city. I tightened my grip on his
arm, and felt my pulse racing. I thought about what he was showing me—that
behind the beauty and wealth of the buildings we’d passed, there was dirt,
squalor and darkness. He smiled. “Very good,” he said.
we came up on a group of men in black leather jackets. As we drew closer,
I had to remind myself of what he said—that no one could see us. Not that
they’d have noticed, anyway—they were intent on their business, with what
looked like a drug deal. Pluto pulled me forward, almost touching one
of the men. We stood watching, invisible—but I could feel that this was
about to turn ugly…
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