Sun conjunct Pluto
Today, Pluto and the Sun will meet in the sky from our perspective here on Earth.
It turns out this conjunction is happening in the same part of the sky in which my North Node is calculated to have been at time of birth. Since I went on about being designed the same day that Hal 9000 became operational here, I figured it’d be on brand to explore this coincidence, as well.
On Sun/Pluto: “The will to transform, to be effective, and to bring about regeneration. The will to destroy. The desire for power. Also, the experience of power, destruction, or regeneration. Charismatic energies either the self or one’s world.”
— Robert Hand, Horoscope Symbols
“A sunny charisma with primal depths, a capacity to focus one’s will and creative forces, fiery self-expression, surges of drive and enthusiasm”
“Strong impulses toward renewal, regeneration, and transformation, an integration of primal energies, a celebration of sexuality, a potent relationship with nature.”
— Renn Butler, The Archetypal Universe
After reading through these archetypes written by Renn Butler and Robert Hand, I think I unintentionally wrote my thoughts about this transit in my post from yesterday. Then I continued reading and found this:
“The interplay of ego and shadow, the marriage of light and dark, cycles of personal creation and destruction, a need for healing and transformation of one’s father’s issues.” — Renn Butler
Another interesting fact about today is that it is my late grandmother’s birthday. I never got to meet her in person. She was my dad’s biological mother whom he didn’t even meet until adulthood after she found him on Facebook (it was actually her granddaughter, my cousin, aptly named Angel who found him). Gram passed away on October 9, 2015 (two days after my dad’s 48th birthday) and when her granddaughter made the announcement over Facebook, she added that she passed while listening to “Here Comes the Sun”. As I sit here thinking about how all those unreleased Beatles’ songs came out this year, its even more magical to me.
My dad is somewhat of a chameleon so it seemed he could be from anywhere. If he threw on a dishdasha, you’d think he was from the Middle East, but we also suspected he could be Mediterranean and/or Europe. He used to say that my sister and I were his only known relatives and, while I know that is the reality for many people, I used to get this feeling of loneliness, especially on his behalf. I briefly mention my dad’s ‘adoption’ story here. It was all a mystery and I never thought we’d have the answers. I grew up not knowing what half of my family was like but I often tried to imagine where my ancestors came from.
It is certainly the case that losing Gram before I got to talk with her in person hurts me to my core. There is so much more to someone than their online persona and I wish I would’ve been mature enough to realize that when she was still alive. Still, even without ever having known her, she made me appreciate my elders and my time with them. It is out of my loss that I do all that I can to glean information from spending time with my living grandparents. They were the mature adults that raised me, not to say my parents weren’t because I think they did a damn good job, but they just didn’t have the life experience of my grandparents. None of us have the life experiences of the generation before us, but this does not make their lessons for life any less important.
Today I have plans to spend time with my maternal grandmother which I made before I was aware that this was Gram’s birthday. Grandma asked if she could take me shopping and I just want to spend as much time with her as I can because I know she gets weaker by the day. Her hemoglobin levels drop pretty regularly because there is some sort of slow leak happening in her system that no doctor is able to find. Most of the time she is tired and hurting. One night I heard her crying in pain, which she almost never does. In my almost year of living in her backyard, I’ve developed the patience of a Saint (as she would say). I love all of her little idioms and metaphors like “If you gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough” and “I haven’t heard from you in a month of sundays”. I hope I can always hear her cute little voice in my head, even long after she passes.
It seems that only learning from members of our cohort can be quite dangerous. The youths relative to any older generation are rebellious, but often they can become rebels without a real cause. Without the context of history, and just hearing about the successful protests and uprisings, these kids think they can just overthrow anything that doesn’t suit them in the moment. They are impulsive and I don’t blame them, as they’ve been raised in a way to be made to feel like an individual entity that has no responsibilities external to their own goals. I’m only glossing over this, because I’m also keeping in mind that our government was trying to mandate vaccines only a couple of weeks ago. I get that restrictions aren’t always good, but they also aren’t always bad.
A lot of the so-called movements of today are just emotionally traumatized people that are trying to handle their angst. As it turns out, a large number of people in my generation and the one just before never developed the proper tools for handling our mental issues, while the silent generation and boomers stayed stuck in their old ways of doing things. But when those worlds come together, in the same way technology was used to link my grandmother back to her long lost son, magic happens.
Originally written in Collective Journaling at The Stoa