On the Pluto/Neptune sextile (with Mercury)
There is an aspect everyone has in common. It began forming before one of the planets even had a name. In the almost 100 years of being locked in 60º of separation, the two outer planets Pluto and Neptune have been sextile to one another, casting all the shadows on the cave’s wall, telling the convincing story of this dream we find ourselves in. One could even argue we’ve become amnesiacs to what even came before.
Pluto, Lord of the Underneath, borrower of ancient martian attributes, the one who guarantees we never ignore our relationships to fear and power. Neptune, the phantom painter of imaginal realms, planter of the seeds to our innocence, delusions, and exalted ideals. The two have been in harmonious cahoots for as long as we can remember, and today, Mercury says hello: opposite Neptune, tomorrow trine Pluto (Mercury in Virgo; Neptune in Pisces, Pluto Capricorn).
Wherever Hermes travels, messages are exchanged. With Neptune, a tense back and forth about the illusion of our safety is expected. The Magi points out the melting ice, the poisoned waters, the worsening storms, and Neptune mirrors back something like a spiraling eternity, an image no mind can possibly wrap itself around. With Pluto, a smoother discussion is to be expected with the trine. Our clever God points to the fissures in democracy, the spread of all strains of information, the attempt of total control, and the King of the Hell Realm offers a knowing smile, one which alludes to the perfection of this dream, and how it’s far from over, but there is an end in sight.
There have been around 50 exact sextiles between Pluto and Neptune since 1950, and there will be more. Each one casting a fresh spell to keep this dream bound. A spell here which says we will return to normal, a convincing spell there spinning the tale that our leaders care deeply, another over there which drugs us into apathy, and yet another stealing our attention from the Mother, making us think we are not her sons and daughters. It’s high-level spell casting. Cosmic wizardry. A Trickster’s way of showing love. The good news is it doesn’t last forever. The bad news is there many more pages left in the story.
In the late 16th century, there was a similar aspect between these two potent storytellers; they were trine to one another, not sextile, yet still in support of each other’s visions. It was a time that could get you hung for saying there were infinite worlds in the universe, you could be burned for speculating that a similar story was spinning down deep inside. Anything misaligned with the vision of the Roman Catholic Church was suspect. One such fate befell the eccentric visionary Giordano Bruno for holding such wild ideas. He once said, “Time is the father of Truth, its mother is our minds.” In other words: Our minds give us the ability to experience Truth, yet Time holds an even stranger secret. We must remember we have time. We live in it. it’s all we have. If we heal our relationship to Time, we settle back into the timeless. It’s the greatest cure to our anxiety and the spells we are under. We live in an eternal play, and the planets drive these narratives throughout time. It’s our job to transcend in all these stories.
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