Alison writes on the Pluto Uranus conjunction blog

In the sixties we did see new ways of being; the pill gave sexual liberation, revolutionary art, poetry, music and fashion. However, having observed my fellow peers with Uranus conjunct Pluto in Virgo there is a deep conservatism in this bunch. Like the Virgo is private and this group can keep their radicalness private and not on display. Some friends (of this group) have very mainstream, suburban, straight lives on the surface – but dig a little deeper and there will be an (one ?) aspect of their lives that is very naughty, risque and/or potentially criminal, experimental, creative. Many choose safe lives on the surface whilst being underground mavericks. Would love to hear more from Elsa with her knowledge an experiences with this curious lot.

Continue reading Art, Astrology, and the Uranus Transit Through Pisces: Sleep With Her Husband At Your Own Risk

In search of something else, I came across this series of posts from March, 2007. I am pulling them up now because my husband is home for the next few days. We have an interesting weekend planned that will distract me from the blog so I thought I’d re-run something meaty.

My friend, satori is a Pisces born in the 60′a with the Pluto Uranus conjunction in Virgo opposing her Sun. With Uranus transiting Pisces, I have been witnessing her liberation and kickin’ it up a gear whenever I think I can.

Continue reading Art, Astrology, and the Uranus Transit Through Pisces: Leonard Cohen and the Pluto Uranus Conjunction of the 60′s Generation

I’m back from getting my scooter serviced, I bought it the premier scooter shop here, Sportique, where everyone working there is steeped in this culture. Hipsters, I guess they’re called but whatever they are, I like them. I like their sideburns and their self esteem. They remind me of the hippies of the 60′s who also had costumes and a preferred mode of transport, the VW van.

The first is the Pluto in Libra generation, the hippies had Pluto in Leo but what about my generation with Pluto in Virgo? We don’t seem to have distinguished ourselves in this way. Perhaps we have and I am too immersed to see it but when I think of Pluto in Virgo, we seem to be the ones who are messing with genetics. You know. We’re trying to perfect the human race and cure all these ills. We’re sort of these scary do-gooders or something and I don’t know what to say except I’m one of them.

To what generation to you belong and do you feel you relate?

*Dirty Word Alert*

I read poetry on the plane which was a first. I read Leonard Cohen’s, "Energy Of Slaves", or bits of it is more accurate. Because it’s the kind of book you have to put down. The words are so powerfully evocative you have to set the thing down and think about what you just read, at least I do. It’s my plane version of turning off the lights and lying down on the couch, I guess. Because I would read a page or two, then set the book in the seat pocket and close my eyes.

And it was not just the words, but the astrology. Many of the poems in that book were written when Uranus and Pluto were conjunct… the late 60′s this is. So the book is like a time capsule on that level. Uranus and Pluto conjunct marked the sexual revolution among other things. And I don’t know about you. But when someone says their music is not merely naked, but open-legged, like a cunt, which Cohen does in this book… well I just have to stop right there, put the book down and think about what I just read. Because, I mean come on. Reading that is like running head on into a train.

And this is one heck of way (recommended) to fly across a country. Because the seat back in front of you is boring and this other is just so consuming.

And in contrast, I was sitting next to a Navy man. He’d just graduated boot camp and was scheduled to leave for Italy on Valentine’s Day. And he was so young. Too young for my book, I thought. He was pimpled.

And I thought it ironic he was leaving Colorado for Italy, sitting next to an Italian woman on what would be his last domestic flight for three years, and I told him so. “I’m here so you can get used to people who look like me,” I said. I noticed a boot drawn on his hand in pen and I am so stupid…

I am so stupid I thought it must have to do with boot camp. You know. Some kind of ritual. They get out of boot camp and draw a boot? Who knows. This stuff is foriegn to me and it was only several days later I realized it was Italy that he’d drawn on his hand. Hah!

But anyway, the Navy man was not alive when Leonard Cohen wrote his brave, dirty poems and sitting on the plane thinking this, Snoopy smiled.

Do you read when you fly? If so, do you have a preference, what?

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