Looking Back at Pluto Transit to my Natal Sun

 

Review of Pluto Transit to my Natal Sun
Blowing My Own Mind

So finally today said Ok let's look at Pluto to Sun and see what kind of transformation of self was going on with only a ballpark and put in June 15th 2006 to Astro thinking this was about when I got off of all psyche meds and started getting serious about shamanic healing via Entheogens, very soon after settling upon psilocybin mushrooms as the vehicle after exploring several other options.

I pull up my transit chart to see how close I got to Pluto transit to the Sun with this date thinking could be off by a year but here Pluto is at 25 degrees 28 minutes and my Sun you can see is at 25 degrees 27 minutes. This was my first shot within one minute of orb maybe you would have to know something of astrology to grasp the significance but I seriously just blew my mind and I see this very clearly as an angelic message and support.

Astrology is so powerful and so real and I suggest going back to these outer planet transits as many years as you can just to demonstrate to yourself that nothing that has been happening in your life is any kind of mistake.

"There are no wrong turns only right turns taken wrongly" the mushroom entity said that

So what is Pluto transit to Natal Sun about? In a nutshell, transformation of self and one of the most profound transits we can have. Not everyone has this since Pluto is so slow but will have numerous intimate encounters with Pluto by some transit given any longevity.

Bad Angel Life Coachie Advice: "When It Is Not the Midas Touch"

If everything you touch seems to turn to shit, stop touching shit.

Back up and punt and give the defense a chance to change the energy of the game back into your favor. In your transit and predictive charts, you will see the energy when things shifts back to a time more auspicious for the offense to take back the ball and run with it.

Astrology can help us perhaps most of all sync up energetically with our life's flow.

To My Own Dear Heart - "The Last Rabbit Hole

Be light, my heart, and forgive me if I deliver you yet another challenge but I see that you are indomitable - you need to be as light as a feather now and I will help, as always, ever so much as I can, by transforming this bruising, black bull that broke us free of The Last Rabbit hole into now a happy, little bird.

Thank You, Heart

Astrology is a Map, Life the Ground

The map is not the ground. Having a map is in no sense deterministic because we decide at every turn which way to go. Free will is everything and the answer to why we are living is in large part exactly so that we may choose the way, I feel.

Think of it like this that we are on a road trip happily starting our vacation with the car packed for fun. One thing that comes to mind is just the general approach to the trip, is it a type A trip barreling down on Yellowstone with blinders on only stopping at drive through restaurants and highway rest stations for relief, or, are we planning to stop and smell the roses along the way – or, are we just winging it altogether?

I will go modern so we are looking at our MAPS app here and it can tell us not only what is the most direct route by distance but by time as well considering nowadays everything from traffic patterns to road construction to spontaneous road hazards and delays and even the weather can be considered here. This is very much the analogy of how so astrology can be helpful in the most literal sense. There are predictive techniques, mainly transits to natal and progressed charts. We can even look at why we are taking this trip, a bonus feature of astrology not properly addressed in the analogy because modern, western astrology particularly, is geared to deep psychology and we can even bring in Evolutionary astrology to consider past life energies and our soul´s purpose. Astrology has no beginning or end, just like our soul, it was never born and never dies and can take our breath away when it hits us just how great is the expanse of it´s potential.

The map that is astrology can help us decide where it is we want to go, where it is perhaps most auspicious for us and where and when we may encounter bumps along the road and how and when to best negotiate the inevitable travails of long distance travel. Whether we are at that point where we understand that we are never lost because we are always right here and now, or, even if we are completely lost, a map is a handy tool to have in our toolbox.

The Acorn Boat (June 2008 NDE)

It is the 15th night in ICU where I am apparently dying from some unknown auto-immune attack that has eluded every test they can think to run. My wife then by my side the whole time sleeping in a chair with her head resting next to me a pillow upon the hard, metal railing of the bed, night after night. I am stiff as a board, sweating buckets with two IV's now running full out and experiencing constant muscles spasms throughout my entire body and my vision is doubled as the muscles in my eyes have spasmed as well and unbeknownst to me at the time, I suffer from aphasia but the nurses and my wife have decided to keep this from me by pretending to understand me. I speak seemingly coherently in my own mind, but they here only unintelligible babbling and they feel that if I were to know this that it might effect me negatively and feel that I need every chance I can get.

"I think you would want to know, so I am telling you," My wife says, "the neurologist feels that you will not make it through the night. The attack continues and they just don't know what to do, David."

I tell her that I know she is not a believer but please understand there is no death, that is merely like walking from one room into another room. I go on to reassure here that we're in a pretty good place with a home that is paid for, two cars paid for and some money in the bank and that she will be okay and I will be with her to please trust in this and know that everything is okay and that I, of course, I have no fear of death. I am shocked when she smiles and shakes her head affirmatively smiling, and I am thinking OMG it's like a miracle and I feel so grateful that she who is so cynical about these things has turned this corner and I loose consciousness feeling this gratitude and, I guess, just prepared to die. I had been encouraged many times to "Fight" but have no fight in me and the whole time have just said "do what you will, Lord, I really don't care one way or another. It is a blessing that am not really in any physical pain, It is feeling that I do not have a body at all and am only some disembodied entity occupying this space in a bed in ICU in Lubbock, Texas, of all places.

I think before I fall asleep that I guess I am a Buddhist at heart, after all.

In this death dream on the fourteenth night in an ICU unite suffering from a sudden onset, catastrophic auto-immune attack, I can say that in some real measure “I” faced death. It was a kind of lucid dream in that I knew not only that I was dreaming but I knew that this was THE “death dream”. I knew, in the dream, that I was knocking on heavens door, as it were. No fear. That proverbial peace. I had been told only a few hours earlier before going to sleep that my prospects for surviving this night were not in my favor; that this auto-immune attack still continued and they knew not why or what it is even.

In the dream I am alone in an acorn boat – half an acorn, to be exact. Floating in the vast ocean bobbing up and down aimlessly at the mercy of this vast ocean and feeling at ease with this knowing that eventually I would wash up on a shore somewhere. In the dream, I kick back in the acorn boat that curves just so that I find it rather a comfortable place to relax. (In reality my body is stiff as a board muscle spasms are constant and I am pouring sweat as my own immune system attempts with great if misplaced good intentions to chew its way through my spinal cord at the brain stem) The acorn boat bobs up and down through days and nights as I watch peacefully the stars come up over head then the dawn and the hot noon day sun as one night passes into day and another day passes into night seemingly on and on …

I think very clearly laying back relaxing in my tiny acorn boat, hands behind my head, “I am not going to fight, Lord. If that's what I'm suppose to do, I don't know? But you decide. That's how I see this. I'm good with what you want here.”

I wake curtains open in ICU I can move my head a little was completely paralyzed from head to toe and the shaking has stopped and the sweating and I know that the attack is over. I see across the hall into two other rooms where ICU nurses work like angelic soldiers here and I think how someone else didn't make it through the night but I did. It is a strange and disorienting feeling. I know it was none of my own doing in it. I knew that this is merely the shore upon which I had washed up on. I can't say that I was not relieved and thankful to be alive, don't get me wrong. I thought clearly of the death dream and that little acorn boat and couldn't help but smile.

The Neurologist pops in laughing out loud when he sees me and I am touched by what seems like such genuine concern, "OMG David you are alive got to tell it you it was nip and tuck there for a minute, Bud, congratulations - the nurses got together when we realized the attack had stopped and made you wife go get a hotel room after 15 nights in ICU, she is beyond exhausted and we promised her that we'd take good care of you.

I said, Thank you, crying now.

The neurologist laughs again, "even the aphasia is gone this is great, David.

I say, what?

For the last week almost, as you deteriorated, you have had severe aphasia and your words were merely unintelligible babbling but we felt it best to keep it from you not wanting your spirits to drop in what was obviously a fight for your life -

That word again, "Fight" and I don't say anything but I think, "There was no fighting only acceptance".

That Fool on the Hill - short fiction

This man lives on the hill looking down upon the rest of the neighborhood. It is a fairly good neighborhood by any reasonable measure and most of the people simply want to go about their busy lives in peace with their family and friends. Sure, there are a few bad apples. The man on the hill held them all in suspect choosing not to mingle keeping to himself except to shake his fist at passersby for various and mostly incomprehensible reasons, so far as his neighbors could tell.

Even though crime was historically rare in this neighborhood, this man spent a great deal of money to encircle his home on the hill with a sturdy, 12 ft high metal fence. His neighbors wondered why but dismissed him as a curmudgeon and mostly ignored it as an eccentricity. Soon enough, the man added barb wire to the top of the fence. The people of the neighborhood really thought that was a bit much but when he later added to this electrification, they said, Ok, this man is clearly deranged. Some began to refer to him with derision as, That Fool on the Hill.

From behind his sturdy metal, barb wired top and electrified security fence, the man still shook his fist at pedestrians passing anywhere near his home and acted as if all the world were his enemy. No one knew why he was this way and over time most everyone began to think of him as just that fool on the hill. But then, out of some inscrutable paranoia, the man began to accumulate weapons and ammunition as well. Instead of shaking his fist now, he brandished a weapon. He bought more exotic weapons as time when seeming to feel that if one is good, then ten is better to spite the fact that the neighborhood seldom knew any violent crime.

Complaints to the police went no where since they said that the man had broken no laws so there was nothing they could do about it. Over a period of a year or more, the man accumulated enough weapons and ammunition to equip a small army. No one knew this man´s business since he was a notorious loner but in all this time, he had failed to pay his mortgage on the home or to make regular payments upon the many credit cards used to buy all these weapons and the credit used to build the ridiculous fence. He seemed so focused upon his fear of assault that nothing else mattered and even the house began to noticeably suffer from its lack of upkeep and the man himself, his neighbors would note, looked more and more disheveled and distressed as the time passed.

One day, a noticed appeared on the gate of the fence since no one could possibly get to the door and those passing could see that it was an eviction notice. Good riddance, was the thought on the mind of most, we will be rid of this fool on the hill finally. And so it happened that in the early hours of the morning as the neighborhood slept that the sheriff's department served the man´s eviction notice using its swat team due to concerns that there may be violence. As soon as the main gate was breached klaxon alarms wailed and flood lights ignited the dark waking all those anywhere nearby. This was followed quickly by an assault upon the home and this man fought back with his weapons but succumbed quickly to an overwhelming force. By this time, most neighbors were looking out their windows at the fireworks, or even standing on their porch rubbernecking for they had not seen such a show as this before. They watched the fool on the hill be led away in handcuffs his security not so much having failed him as his priorities.

One of the neighbors asked an officer what is this man´s name, none of us even know? His name, the officer said, is The United States of America.

Bad Angel Life Coach Advice for the Day:

This is not about Rabbit Holes. No wait … this kind of all about rabbit holes. Rabbit holes, notoriously being easier to get into than to get out of, this is about more specifically how exactly to get out of a rabbit holes. I will present my own process very much aware that there are other ways and very much open to you sharing your own technique/s.

Surfing barefoot on the roiling back of a raging Rhino is not something that I would recommend to everyone but it surely does work for me. One thing to keep in mind is that once the Rhino gets into gear, jumping off is not an option for that would mean certain death so this must be done only with ironed will resolution. Be advised that everything goes by very fast and slightly out of focus caused by the vibrations from the rhino's hoofs pounding the earth with the power of a locomotive. Keep your legs bent slightly to absorb the shocks of the ride very much the stance a surfer might assume when riding an ocean wave.

Hint: there's only so many means to egress Rabbit Holes just turns out that one proven method is on the back of a raging Rhino.

That's my tip for the day. Just giving it away, man, because at Bad Angel Life Coaching, we are here to help.