Currently, transiting Pluto has retrograded back into my 12th house. I started writing about this transit in 2007. It’s been a 14-year-long labor of love.
Pluto will cross my ascendant for the last time, early in 2022. This transit dissolved all of my accomplishments. It dissolved all of my fear. It also most of what binds me to people, on a Saturn (Capricorn / responsibility) level as well as on a deeper (Pluto) level. This includes attachments that may have been sub or semiconscious.
I can’t say that I enjoyed this transit. I’m glad that Pluto is in Capricorn though, because when planet hit my ascendant, I was able to stand tall. My spine was fixed right in time for this event. That’s at least a minor miracle.
I realized at some point, the 12th house is like Vegas in this way: ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. It’s all pretty secretive or maybe it’s just private.
Point is, I was twisted up like kind of troll for a number of years. Physically, mentally, emotionally? But at the end of this transit, I am pain-free on all three levels. I’m not even sure I could tell someone what I’ve been through and be believed.
I’m going to spend these last months consolidating my losses (and gains) so when I get to this new phase in my life, I will be ready to the ground running. First house, right? Aries!
Pluto conjunct my ascendant might make me repulsive to some. If you have this natally, I’m sure you know what I mean. I don’t care though. This is the type of concern that was washed away via this transit. It was like a 14-year-long ordeal. I can’t remember what I was like when this started! But today?
It makes me think of compost. It begins with banana peels, egg shells and watermelon rinds. But post the process you get this super-rich soil. Anything that gets near it, grows!