Pluto is going to be in Capricorn until 2023, which can make it difficult to sort out what effect it will have on your life on any given day, week, or even month. It’s powerful, but often subtle and long-term, and on those days you really feel it there’s undoubted some other transit going on amplifying it.
If you have Taurus or Scorpio Rising, Pluto will be passing through your Ninth or your Third House. The Third House rules your thought processes, communication, and how your mind works on a daily basis. The Ninth House has a lot to do with your “higher mind,” your belief system and philosophical outlook. Having the power of a Pluto transit there may sound less dramatic than if those Houses ruled “love” or “your career”… but is it?
What if it turns out everything else in your life is based on those underpinnings? If you have Taurus or Scorpio Rising, between now and 2023, you’re likely to learn the answer to that. And Pluto’s lessons are rarely easy…
Pontius Pilate stared into the eyes of the marble statue of Jupiter through the final wisps of smoke rising from the remains of the sacrificed swan. Being a former Prefect had its advantages, even here in far-flung Hispania where he had retired to enjoy his sunset years, and the priest had let him in after hours. Pilate’s coughing and retching had gotten worse over the last few days, and now there was blood. It was time to pray.
He waved the rest of the smoke away with his hand. The pain in his knuckles, knobby and misshapen and painful with age and arthritis, refused to yield even to the healing baths in Nova Carthago. Still, he couldn’t blame Hygeia for not heeding his prayers and sacrifices. She may have been a Goddess, but was as fickle as any woman… as fickle as Pilate’s wife Claudia Procula, who had run off to Gaul many years before. Just as well, really: her family connections had served their purposes for his career long ago.
Claudia. Her pleas to spare that Judean rabble-rouser many years past had been out of character for her. It was back then that her mind first began to leave her, entranced by the speeches of that fanatic from the desert.
This brought Pilate’s thoughts back to the agitator, whose name he hardly remembered some days. It wasn’t what most knew him by in these parts anyway. What were they calling him now? Chrestus? The Christ? Whatever that meant. The name often eluded Pilate now, but the man’s strangely calm and even stare had never left his memory.
Judea, of course, was always a source of trouble, and the locals were always raving about this man or that man being their divinely appointed savior. But the cult of Chrestus had only grown over the years, bringing with it a stubborn refusal among its followers to make the proper sacrifices and to obey the law. It would have been easier at the time, Pilate often supposed, to have simply let the raggedy, delusional carpenter go in order to avoid stirring the rabble.
But of course, sedition was sedition, and Pilate loved Rome and all things Roman too much to hear of that. And above all, it had been Pilate’s job to uphold the law. It had been enforced fairly and even-handedly.
Pilate stared at the tiled floor and considered terrible thoughts. What if he had somehow invested all his efforts in the wrong Gods? What if all his years of public service, his regular sacrifices, his prayers, his piety had gone unnoticed by the Gods of Rome? Should he have listened to Claudia? What did that band of rabble she joined offer her anyway, other than the thrill of being an enemy of the State?
What if his love had been… misspent? Should he have listened to his wife instead of to Rome?
Momentarily frightened by these thoughts, he looked up to appeal to the statue of Jupiter Optimus Maximus… the Best and Greatest of all Gods. Pilate’s gaze was returned by unblinking and unmoving stone.
Leaving the temple, Pilate clutched his robe closer to himself against the uncharacteristically chilly evening air. Again he found himself missing Claudia. This feeling soon passed when he saw the graffiti on the wall of the temple painted there since his arrival there earlier. A fish, symbol of the Christians. They had spread even to Hispania, half a world away from the Province Pilate had once overseen, where it all began, as if it were following him like a bad debt. He rubbed at it with his sleeve, trying to remove it. Too late. It had dried into place.
“Leave it,” he muttered to himself. “You’re not a Prefect any more. Let the proper authorities handle it.”
There was no need to fear, Pilate thought comfortingly to himself. Rome, and her Gods, were Eternal. Always were, always would be. He was certain of it. And he had given Rome and her Gods all his love for as long as he could recall. And it had worked well for him. And such nagging doubts as he felt this evening were just symptoms of being a tired old man, foolishly questioning the eternal verities of Ritual and Destiny. That’s all those doubts were: a tired old man’s foolishness.
He walked on towards his villa, the evening silence broken by his ragged coughing, barely noticing the crows that taunted him from the trees by the front gate as he entered. Perhaps they had been disturbed by a dog. Or perhaps it was an omen.
Pilate chose to ignore them.
Writing a forecast for a planet as slow-moving as Pluto is pretty risky. If you’ve got Cancer Rising and the Moon enters Cancer, we can say “you’ll be more sensitive but outgoing”for the next two days. But Pluto, which is going to be in Capricorn until 2023? How can you possibly be specific about the next eight years and still be accurate?
In part, your life is not so much a series of events as it is a Grand Storyline. Pluto represents where much of the big life-and-death action (literally or figuratively) will be happening. Anyone who watched Breaking Bad may not recall every line of dialog or scene, but they’ll sure recall the highlights and the ending. So I’m going to present a six part series about the effects Pluto will be having on you over the next seven years and change, told in the form of six allegorical tales. If today’s story doesn’t apply to you, it’s likely to apply to someone close to you. And if not? Well, a story is still a story…
Today’s story applies to those of you who have Cancer or Capricorn Rising, which means your First House (who people think you are, how you come across to others, and how you express yourself) and Seventh House (your partnerships and relationships, marriage and commitment, and who you bond with and how you do it) will be affected.
One of the greatest scientific miracles of the 20th Century was open heart surgery. It’s still amazing if you stop to think about it. The surgeon takes a saw and cuts out your sternum, and gently lifts it out. In most cases, you don’t even know this is happening, since you’ve been knocked out. (Sometimes, in rare cases, although you appear to the rest of the world to be unconscious, you’re just paralyzed… and you get to feel every last turn of that metal blade. But that’s rare. Honest.)
Mostly, though, you aren’t aware of the process. And there’s your heart, exposed and pulsing away.
Then the surgeon stops your heart from beating and a machine… plastic and titanium and wiring and circuitry… takes over the process of keeping you alive. This could cause a stroke, or internal bleeding, or kidney damage, and that might kill you.
(But probably not.)
Then the surgeon reaches into your chest cavity, and he takes your heart into his hands, and he repairs the damage to the thing that keeps you alive. Maybe it was genetic: damage you inherited from your parents and never asked for. Or maybe it was damage from years of poor choices and bad habits. It could be that you simply didn’t know any better. Or perhaps you knew all along what you were doing to yourself and you simply didn’t care until the harm done was simply too great to ignore any more. Then again, the damage could have been caused purely by accident. The cause doesn’t matter so much when your pulse sputters and stops, does it?
Then the surgeon puts the front of your rib cage back in, and sews you up. Then you wake up in a sterile, unfamiliar environment. They give you a block to hold against your chest. You cross your arms like an Egyptian mummy and press the block to the incision whenever you have the urge to cough… which will be often at first…
(Because otherwise your freshly-sealed chest cavity will explode. And you’ll die.)
Of course, if everything goes well, you can look forward to months of pain and worry and examinations and checkups. And then one day you’ll be on the treadmill and you’ll realize that you’ve been healed — that your heart has never felt so alive, and neither have you.
Or, knowing you face all of the above, you could just ignore those chest pains and get on with your life…. which won’t last much longer, by the way.
Or, you could let someone who cares, and who has the skill, put you through a personal hell for a while — if you give that person permission to do so.
That’s what Pluto will be like for you until 2023, Cancer and Capricorn Rising.
Knowing when the Moon Void of Course is happening is probably the handiest of all the common astrological techniques. Learn it, make it work for you, and save yourself tons of unnecessary aggravation!
Seriously: you want to see what REAL astrology can REALLY do? Start by learning about the Void of Course Moon and then avoid starting new projects or initiatives during that time and you’ll be amazed by the results. You’ll be so astounding that your friends and family will likely get all weird and build a temple to you and start sacrificing goats to you or something.
Okay, that’s a little weird, so maybe you shouldn’t play up the “supernatural powers” angle too much.
(CLICK HERE for more on what The Void of Course Moon actually is, and what you can do about it — or rather, what you should avoid doing during that time. Looking for tips on handling those times when they happen? Click HERE.)
Now, back up and read that paragraph again, because there are a couple of king-sized Voids happening this month.
Note: Times are for time zone 5 hours West. DST is observed. Particularly long and annoying Voids are marked with **
Nov 1, 2015 11:35 PM Moon sextile Mars V/C**
Daylight Saving Time ends. If you live somewhere that observes it, you get an extra hour of sleep. If you don’t… heck, sleep in anyway. It’s Sunday.
Nov 2, 2015 10:48 AM Moon enters Leo
Nov 3, 2015 8:46 PM Moon trine Uranus V/C**
Nov 4, 2015 9:22 PM Moon enters Virgo
Nov 7, 2015 7:47 AM Moon conjunct Venus V/C
Nov 7, 2015 10:14 AM Moon enters Libra
Nov 8, 2015 9:42 PM Moon opposite Uranus V/C**
Nov 9, 2015 11:02 PM Moon enters Scorpio
Nov 12, 2015 9:54 AM Moon sextile Mar V/C**
Nov 12, 2015 10:14 AM Moon enters Sagittarius
Nov 13, 2015 10:18 PM Moon square Jupiter V/C
Nov 14, 2015 7:21 PM Moon enters Capricorn
Nov 16, 2015 3:53 PM Sun sextile Moon V/C
Nov 17, 2015 2:24 AM Moon enters Aquarius
Nov 19, 2015 3:19 AM Moon square Mercury V/C
Nov 19, 2015 7:21 AM Moon enters Pisces
Nov 21, 2015 8:23 AM Sun trine Moon V/C
Nov 21, 2015 10:12 AM Moon enters Aries
Nov 22, 2015 2:16 PM Moon conjunct Uranus V/C**
Nov 23, 2015 11:26 AM Moon enters Taurus
Nov 24, 2015 8:26 PM Moon trine Jupiter V/C
Nov 25, 2015 12:15 PM Moon enters Gemini
Nov 26, 2015 10:35 PM Moon trine Venus V/C
Nov 27, 2015 2:27 PM Moon enters Cancer
Nov 29, 2015 7:46 AM Moon square Venus V/C**
Nov 29, 2015 7:47 PM Moon enters Leo
Dec 1, 2015 10:09 PM Moon sextile Venus V/C
Maybe it’s because you’re in Sagittarius now (which has a reputation for being “philosophical”), or maybe it’s because your conjunct my natal Mercury and South Node right now (thanks, no really), but I’ve been pondering your role in people’s lives more than usual lately, and I have a question for you.
But first, please rise for the anthem…
It’s Halloween, which (if you ask me) is both one of the most important yet misused occasions of the year. On the one hand, dressing up as someone else, engaging in a little free-range anarchy, and candy all strike me as good and healthy things for a person. On the other hand, I wonder if we haven’t lost touch with what the day is really supposed to mean. It’s not supposed to be “scary” so much as about, well, death… which is scary.
Astrologically, I know you have a lot less to do with physical death than many would suspect (despite the Reaper’s sickle being the basis for your glyph, Saturn). You’re a lot more like the creeping aches and pains and general slowing down that comes with aging as opposed to simple the cause of death. Mostly, you’re about structure and order and limitations and… this is the part that gets people’s attention the most… karmic payoff. Usually, that means the kind of “karmic payoff” that happens when you’ve ignored something for too long and assumed it would either go away or your lucky streak would continue. Yes, Sagittarius has a gift for riding its lucky streaks a bit too long, so it’s no surprise that a lot of those will be coming to a crushing end while you’re in that Sign.
So I guess what I’m saying here is: help me figure out your message, both for me and my clients.
Never mind the philosophical crap. Do something about your writer’s block and depression. Also, you know that thing about your blood pressure you’ve been ignoring for a while now? Yeah. That.