Pluto is transformive and shows you not only irritation/weakness/paranoia/hardship to overcome but also depth, rebirth, strength, skill and even sexual power. Pluto is the madman that will awake you at night, shaking your whole body, screaming, forcing you to wake up and even when tired go on stronger and harder - till you lose yourself, break together and let the unusal dark and magnetic power of the cosmos fix you.
Pluto in the first house shows us that we are our own enemy and strangely our own savior. It is us who will decide to put on a mask when feeling that our own image is dark, bad and too much for ourselves and others. It will be also us who will put the mask off and reveal the steel like skin of warrior, our aura can be sensed even in other rooms, it’s intese, powerful, sexual, mysterious and enchanting - we are a living spell, always changing for our greater good.
Pluto in the second house shows us that we create and destroy our own boundaries - we ultimately realize we look at ourself when we bravely stand in front of the mirror. We will suffer loss and with nothing but ash left in our shaking hands feel pained heartache, greed, we want to skin ourselves - till we realize that underneath all that skin we are gold. Nothing is more golden than our own soul, our own beauty, loss is beauty, winning is beauty.
Pluto in the third house sews our mouths shut and forces us to rip it open again. It is our mind which is filled with dark thoughts, obsessive, destroying, knowdledge that is power and a life savior but also manipulation and oppression. Being tied to the roots of the truth makes us hungry for more and we will choose to live wisely with our siblings, sitting on the throne of our words, knowing that our mind is the key and the keyhole itself.
Pluto in the fourth house makes us fear our own house, being afraid to mother ourselves one day and still long for that warm feeling of the family we wished to be, wished we could have had. We will reject our own world, our own emotions, our own being. We will feel like the black sheep and still find ourselves in the role of the savior. It is us who will try to cut our own roots and us who will reattach them, water them, make them grow, healthier than ever. We will hum a hopeful lullaby while holding our own children in our own arms.
Pluto in the fifth makes us want to get lost in long longings of past lovers, rip our mind apart and the petals of daisies. At times we are our own king and queen, our self is as steady as a tank - at times our own catilyst and always wondering if that’s all what life can give us, what we can give ourselves. But it is us who will find beauty in the dark and the ugliness will be our muse, there is so much life, so much joy inside of us, waiting to be freed during dark, dark times.
Pluto in the sixth will make us realize that splitting our body into two won’t do any good - not the mortal, nor immortal world. Our soul and body at the verge of life, we want to shapeshift the world into our own likings, we live to desire perfection and perfection is what we aspire. But it is us, who will lift our aching body when realizing that fate is unstopable, it will be us putting others to rest and letting them rest, summoning courage from within.
Pluto in the seventh will force us to stay in a room full of mirrors - mirrors without refelctions. We want to rise and want to rule, we will bleed and push others to the limit, poisinous smiles, long, curly lashes, and connecting everyone with red, thin strings. However, it will be us either standing up in front of tyrants or realizing that we need to bow our head, it will be us caressing others and letting ourselves be caressed instead of tying our minds to ruthless nights and shadow figures.
Pluto in the eigth catches our subconciousness like a child a firefly in the night. We want to escape, try to figure out how the mechanism of a higher power works - but eventually will find ourselves deader than ever. It will be us to accept the fate in life: Death is death, life is life. Control is an illusion we won’t keep forever; bonding our souls and yet cutting them off again..that’s the circle of life.
Pluto in the ninth will let us walk on the devils hands. Not realizing how daring we are, past lives will drag us to long, lost graves and omen will find us wherever our spirits seem to go. Questioning everyone around us we do not hear our own lying, demanding mouths, opening and closing themselves over and over again. It will be us realizing truth is more than a ‘yes’ and ‘my own point of view’, we will drag our foolish, young egos out of the dirt and into the light, it will be us searching for peace.
Pluto in the tenth makes us eager and greedy for wishes and desire that turned dark. Like a hungry child we want what we think we deserve and at the same time despite the fact that others have it already - what an unfair, cold, cruel world. It will be us breathing in and out the smoke surrounding us and opening our eyes to our own soul path; us realizing that there is more to offer than shallow power can bring us.
Pluto in the eleventh will sit us on a table and force us to debate with ourselves about the cage we created for our own back then. The peace and freedom we value so much, paired with own ignorance and pushing away of people and drawing them back in minutes later - selling our soul on purpose. It will be us realizing that these chains aren’t chains, teaching ourselves to read through lines and finally be free in the believed grey box we desperately tried to escape from.
Pluto in the twelfth is the hidden boogeyman in our closet. Silently watching us and as we wake up, we don’t know where our socks went missing, why the mirror is broken, how the scratches appeared on our back - lastly, we will realize that our consciousness is limited and that powerlessness doesn’t mean being lost. Seeing through the endless fog of fear, walking the path of nightmares, facing the demons of other world and other lives, putting our own fragile bodies to sleep.
Sometimes there are no words to help one’s courage. Sometimes you just have to jump. When a life is too controlled, there becomes less and less life to control.
—Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992
Some of y’all haven’t become so disillusioned with your own reality that you spend years of your life daydreaming about entirely made up worlds and people and it shows
“A ruin is an accidental aesthetic object. If it becomes beautiful, this was certainly not the intention. A ruin is not constructed or maintained. The tendency of a ruin is to crumble down into a heap. The most beautiful parts remain standing despite their wear. The memory of you is what stays up, your body what subsides. Your ghost remains upright in my memory, while your skeleton is in the earth.”
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