When we last left off, Pluto was pulling a pincer attack, flanking me in both my corporate and astrology jobs. And yet I, the idiot/hero of our tale, thought I could beat it. If I could only hold on and weather the storm, I could come out the other side even stronger.
That is not how Pluto works.
In my natal chart, Pluto is on the Descendant, but on the 6th house side. The 6th house deals with injuries, illness, and forces that have authority over us. So for me, when the underworld comes knocking, my body answers the door.
To make it worse, my solar return at the time had Pluto in the 6th house, mirroring my natal position, along with the Moon in Capricorn. There was no way I was coming out of this with mind and body intact.
As the pressure intensified, I stopped sleeping. I’d go days without eating. My vision declined. My hands and feet were numb all the time, except for when they would burn. I started grinding my teeth so badly that I’m still having dental work done to repair the damage.
And when all this wasn’t enough to shake me out of my stubbornness, my mind started to go. I would dissociate for hours, staring at the wall. I couldn’t stand to be touched because it grounded me in my body, which was too painful to inhabit. I became forgetful, leaving the stove on, wracking my brain to recall if I’d put deodorant on, being unable to remember people’s names.
All I could do was work and write.
Eventually my doctors became so concerned I was placed on medical leave. But I never stopped writing and consulting. And after a brief respite, I was back at work. And what do you know, it turns out that getting out of a bad situation only helps if you stay out. So I strolled right back into to Pluto’s meat grinder.
Then the final blow fell.
To be continued.
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Catching up? Here’s Part 1.
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