"Yes, that's exactly how it was."
Пишу это, чтобы немного объясниться, почему у меня начиная с ноября 2011(!!) года пошли такие мрачные посты. Да что там оправдаться, я была в очень отдаленном, темном и мрачном месте, да!!! Как-то однажды я найду какие-то свои слова, чтобы описать то, что со мной случилось, пока же я тоже могу подтвердить астрологическую версию про транзиты Плутона: "Вот, вы лежите вся такая tautumeita в ромашках и рюшечках и тут внезапно из ниоткуда какие-то руки затягивают в подземелье, раздевают и насилуют! И всё, как потом оказывается, для того, чтобы вы отдали свои устаревшие реликвии, а вы упорно держитесь за ними. Только когда вы совсем истощились и готовы отдать всё, сами бросаете в огонь, свои гнилые сувениры, вас переодевают во всё новое... и Вы как Феникс из пепла... Да, that's exactly how it is.
TRAVEL WITH PLUTO (to give birth to your true self)
All Pluto transits follow the same basic plot-a combination of the Sumerian myth of Inanna visiting her dark sister Ereshkigal, and the Greek tale of Pluto, the one where he abducts sweet Persephone and rapes her in the underworld. This combined story is what I often tell my clients: There you are, cavorting innocently enough through the flower field of your life, when Pluto suddenly throws his hands around your ankles and drags you into the underworld. There he strips you naked and hangs you upside-down on a meat hook. When I meet with clients during or after their Pluto transits, most say "Yes, that's exactly how it was."
Pluto stories often begin with an unhappy surprise. The underground middle of the tale can last a few days, a few weeks, or stretch into long months, depending on the choices made. All alone you suffer, until a door opens in your underworld locker and in walks Pluto. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Miserable," you reply. "Would you like to get down from that meat hook?" "Yes!!" "Fantastic," says Pluto. "All I ask is that you give up that which you hold most dear, the thing you're convinced you can't live without." "Not that!" you cry. "Your choice," says Pluto. He exits and you continue to writhe in pain.
Pluto operates like a good parent or a wise spiritual master. He doesn't engineer our suffering; our own confusion does that. It's not the transit, but our resistance to it that creates the pain. We're attached to something disempowering; it holds us back. The crucial part of Pluto's interrogation is to identify "that which we hold most dear," so we know what to relinquish. Initially we're frightened it's something external we must lose-a marriage, a child, our standing in the world. These may or may not disappear. But more often the real binkie we're sucking on is some stupid notion that has been holding our limited world in place. That dysfunctional mindset must be shattered if we're going to grow.
Exhausted from your suffering, you can't hold on anymore. The next time Pluto appears, you say "Take it. I give up." Immediately his handmaidens appear; they lift you off that gruesome hook. They bathe you with scented oils and dress you in new robes. You look like royalty. "You can now return to the land of the living," says Pluto. "But before you go, accept this small token of my appreciation." It is a small treasure chest containing a jewel that is unspeakably exquisite and rare.
TRAVEL WITH PLUTO (to give birth to your true self)
All Pluto transits follow the same basic plot-a combination of the Sumerian myth of Inanna visiting her dark sister Ereshkigal, and the Greek tale of Pluto, the one where he abducts sweet Persephone and rapes her in the underworld. This combined story is what I often tell my clients: There you are, cavorting innocently enough through the flower field of your life, when Pluto suddenly throws his hands around your ankles and drags you into the underworld. There he strips you naked and hangs you upside-down on a meat hook. When I meet with clients during or after their Pluto transits, most say "Yes, that's exactly how it was."
Pluto stories often begin with an unhappy surprise. The underground middle of the tale can last a few days, a few weeks, or stretch into long months, depending on the choices made. All alone you suffer, until a door opens in your underworld locker and in walks Pluto. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Miserable," you reply. "Would you like to get down from that meat hook?" "Yes!!" "Fantastic," says Pluto. "All I ask is that you give up that which you hold most dear, the thing you're convinced you can't live without." "Not that!" you cry. "Your choice," says Pluto. He exits and you continue to writhe in pain.
Pluto operates like a good parent or a wise spiritual master. He doesn't engineer our suffering; our own confusion does that. It's not the transit, but our resistance to it that creates the pain. We're attached to something disempowering; it holds us back. The crucial part of Pluto's interrogation is to identify "that which we hold most dear," so we know what to relinquish. Initially we're frightened it's something external we must lose-a marriage, a child, our standing in the world. These may or may not disappear. But more often the real binkie we're sucking on is some stupid notion that has been holding our limited world in place. That dysfunctional mindset must be shattered if we're going to grow.
Exhausted from your suffering, you can't hold on anymore. The next time Pluto appears, you say "Take it. I give up." Immediately his handmaidens appear; they lift you off that gruesome hook. They bathe you with scented oils and dress you in new robes. You look like royalty. "You can now return to the land of the living," says Pluto. "But before you go, accept this small token of my appreciation." It is a small treasure chest containing a jewel that is unspeakably exquisite and rare.