By way of tracking the Pluto transit to Moon, I wear a lot of black clothes these days. This is fairly appropriate, I am Italian and can wear black well, but I notice it’s become extreme. I completely avoided black last winter, but this year anytime I put any color on, it just feels wrong and I wind up taking the orange, green, blue, purple thing off and sticking with the black, with black, with black.
I am also due for my yearly (routine) mammogram and last year, with Pluto (death) stationing in aspect to my Moon (breast) I was called back for an ultrasound after something looked suspicious.
I didn’t think I had cancer, and I didn’t but going back for my yearly check reminds me of the experience. I checked and Pluto is still in it’s shadow until the last week in December which means I am still retracing what has already occurred while the new stuff sets up.
On the new stuff, my daughter (who is ill) is being considered to be part of a national study. Getting in the study is almost impossible, roughly 18-20 children are chosen per year. But somehow I think she has a shot at this because she is an anomoly and if she gets in, there will be extensive genetic testing done on every member of my family which seems pretty Pluto Moon to me!
On other fronts, last time Pluto was at this degree, my kitchen (Moon) was gutted (Pluto), the floor, everything down to the walls with the pipes (Pluto) sticking out. Last week, I was checking a link under the sink, when the entire garbage disposal (Pluto) popped off completely and the sink full of skanky water emptied through the pipe, sliming me, completely.
There’s more but you get the idea. Things are afoot and ready to move into new realms.
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