“He’s captured,” I told the soldier, a couple days ago, letting him know where I was in the book, “Five Years to Freedom: The True Story of a Vietnam POW”. He’s thinking. This guy thinks so he’s in captivity and he thinks he’s going to be there for six months.”
“Yeah, it’s interesting. He’s only been there about a week he decides to put this line way out there, at six months. He mentally prepares himself to withstand captivity for six months which at the time seems way overblown. You know. I guess he thinks he’s going to be in there for a month so if he prepares himself mentally for six, he’ll be in good shape psychologically and this will be completely deal-able. He thinks he’s set…”
But this is not what happens of course. He finds himself in circumstances unimaginable for a protracted length of time. He witnesses and endures things it is difficult to fathom just reading about them and today I realized this story is familiar, in fact it is textbook for the Pluto transits in my life.
When my daughter first became ill, I thought it would be all right. Like, Rowe, I took stock of the situation and set my sights way out. A year of this and we’ll be through it, I thought. Okay, I mean 2 years… three years… four years… five years, during which time events unfold, horror on top of horror on top of horror and then more horror.
Rowe suffered from dysentery for almost the entire time he is held as prisoner which means he shit himself, locked in leg irons more times then a person would care to count and was made to lie in it. Matter of fact he shits himself throughout the entire book in various ways and circumstances and he states at one point that he was really glad he got sick right away, which he did.
He started shitting almost immediately after he was captured and at the time he was strong and vital and in peak condition. He says had this struck him for the first time, years into his stint as a prisoner, when he was frail, weak, starved, skinny, it would have been so demoralizing it would have done him in.
This is in line with Pluto transits as I have previously described them. Basically you keep getting taken to a deeper and deeper place, one more horrible than the last but you find if you are still your eyes adjust to the low light and you can make you way and you can do this because you have been degraded in degrees.
I equate this with the process I went through with my daughter but also to the time when my family moved out to the desert. I was 6 years old and we were told very succinctly that we were going to have a very hard time out there… by design.
I remember riding out there, leaving town for the last time. We’d made many trips to the desert prior as we had to build the house but this time we were going to get out there and stay out there, our new prison camp.
I had a lot of dread but again thought similar to Rowe, that this won’t be that bad. 9 years later I escaped after enduring the unimaginable and I’ll tell you want this has to do with you:
Saturn is square Pluto right now and people are thinking, “6 months”.
When Rowe was in captivity, Saturn was opposing Uranus and Pluto.
This summer we have those 3 planets involved in a t-square, hmm.