It’s not uncommon for me to have clients with Pluto in the 12th House. As an astrologer, these sorts of things surface, get noticed and filed away. I can almost, to a tee, predict that something dark, painful and often tragic has occurred in the lives of these folks. It’s often a secret pain that they carry throughout the course of their lives. Pluto plants a dark seed there and it blooms into strange flowers; unearthly orchids of unspeakable beauty, x-ray nightshades, translucent lilies. These are Rimabud’s “Flowers of Hell.”
In many instances, the placement of natal, 12th House Pluto leads to careers in hospitals, mortuaries, and hospices. There’s a life long process of temperance that produces some of the most profound states of compassion in the individual who can submit and surrender to the mournful gifts of Pluto, mined over tears and time.
There’s other aspects of Pluto there that aren’t as gothic, or darkly serene. Pluto can also represent something much more ominous, on a supernatural plane. Pluto is power. Pluto in the 12th, without surrender to the shadow which becomes illuminated, is a form of obsession, compulsion and even possession.
When I was in my thirties, I had the great fortune of having Pluto transit through my 12th House in Scorpio. I experienced the gamut of Pluto’s powers and seductions. I managed an apartment building at the edge of the ghetto in Oakland. Ninety-percent of my tenants were black. Most of them were women. There was crack, death, loud, boisterous sex, heart, soul, tragedy. That was on the outer.
On the inner, I was pulsing with Pluto, doubling down in Scorpio. I wore black leather jackets, and black pants or torn jeans. I had a business called “Dangerous Dharma.”
I went down a decidedly Scorpionic path: sex, drugs and magick. I spent a few nights in jail (12th House) and had mind-blowing psychic experiences. I teetered precariously on the edge and at times was dangling there, saved by the grace of God and the one angel that wouldn’t give up on me.
My behavior and attitude were changing considerably. I bought a Pontiac, Bonneville, a classic hooptie. It was like I was merging with some other consciousness, something that was living out it’s hungers and desires through me.
I started doing phone psychic work. One of my clients was a young, Persian hooker from LA. She was the mistress of mobster. She wanted me to fly to LA, because “there were things she couldn’t tell me on the phone.” I actually considered going, until that dutiful angel dissuaded me.
For all of the dark gifts, and the seductive powers, there were nights of existential howl, grappling with the burning of the personalities dross.
What I eventually became aware of, was that at some point, I had made a deal, a deal I wasn’t even fully conscious of and something began living itself out through me.
It would take me three years, and a heavy dose of Ibogaine before I could shake this disincarnate part of myself loose.
It was my first hand experience of Pluto in the 12th.
Deals, sacrifice, and power can be part of the Plutonian Matrix in the 12th.
Yesterday, Donald J. Trump, came out endorsed Paul Ryan, John McCain and Kelly Ayotte in their respective races for their Republican seats in the senate.
Trump has Pluto in Leo in the 12th House and the transiting Sun has been passing over it. The Sun in Leo is life force, and it also ego. Trump’s been getting hammered from the left and the right. There’s been no cover, no relief. No one in the Republican party would stand up for him. Even his Zionist, hand picked, vice-president candidate came out and supported Ryan before he did.
He also read from a script (see above). It was the first time he’s done that since the campaign started. This was an official position and anyone with a fraction of intuition could tell he was just selling it. With his Pluto in the 12th, the Sun transiting close to the zero point of sacrifice, he made a deal.
Trump has capitulated (for now) to powers that dwarf his. For those that see him as being crude, belligerent and bellicose, it was a gleeful moment as the high are made low.
For those that picture him as the unyielding, unbowed and unapologetic voice of the Vox Populi, it was disheartening. The people’s champion was endorsing the jackals that were nipping at his flesh. It was not his strongest moment, but after a week of getting bashed and battered, he needed to make a move. It was soooo 12th House.
It was a deal and a sacrifice behind-the-scenes.
Will it work out? Will Trump and his Gemini Sun, conjunct Uranus and the True Node, also in Gemini turn the tables on them at some point? It’s hard to tell. He’d better pray to his Jesuit God, that Hilary’s defective clone starts blowing bubbles and rolling her eyes like ferris wheels at her next, public event.
Here’s Friday’s show, listed below.