Pluto is transiting my 12th house. I googled the transit in 2007, when this was coming on. I found nothing useful, so I decided to write about my experience. These posts are tagged – Pluto Transit 12th. I check in four or five times a year.
I am aware at this point, I am deep in a swamp. I am not unhappy, but I’m also not kidding myself. I don’t feel very light and/or Libra, that’s for sure.
When I view others from this vantage point, they seem light on their feet. It’s the different between being caught in quicksand…and not being caught in quicksand!
I don’t feel jealous of them, though I think many people in this position would. I see that I can’t get to where they are and my answer is that is, “Oh, well.” But it’s begun to bother me more, lately, which is why I’m writing.
I am writing to report the change, see? And I want to move out of this space.
I am wondering how low I will sink. It’s not depression. My mood is good. I just feel myself sinking deeper down.
I would probably not care about this as all, if not for the little bit of Leo in my chart. The Sun and Pluto don’t get a long that well – for this reason – the sun wants to shine, as opposed to trying to shine, while covered with shit.
Sorry, but that’s the word I want! No “eternal child” wants slop all over them!
I called, Satori, we’ve been friends for a dozen years. I asked her if she thought we’d make it through this transit. I have a ways to go. I have until 2020, anyway, and a lot can happen in that amount of time.
Can a “swamp thing” maintain a connection with someone in the light, over that period of time?
She told me, emphatically, yes. She said the only thing that would separate us was if one of us died. I was surprised and happy to hear her say that. I wasn’t expecting it.
I wasn’t expecting it, because this feels like being sunk like a submarine to the ocean floor, slowly. I am going to be in the deep for the better part of 15 years. I’m bound to come up covered in seaweed and barnacles. This is not the kind of drama, Leo likes to star in!
But can you see what I mean? It’s seems it would be easy to lose touch with a person who ‘s checked out for that amount of time.
Anyway, I’m okay down here. I can be reached by sonar, lol. People call me. They call me a lot and often and I’m grateful for it.
One more thing. This may be my imagination (?) but when I contact someone, I feel I startle them. It’s like a submarine that breaks the surface. It’s unexpected, and I’m afraid I cause people to panic.
In reality, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I am 100 times more frightened of you. I’m terrified, actually, and that’s a fact.
Until next time.