Pluto Crashing The Party

Art by Pink-Prince

When Uncle Pluto crashes the party, the ripples are tectonic. This no holds barred change agent employs chaos and disorder as his primary missile system, smacking his lips as our shadowselves come out to play. None of us are immune to his influence, though not all of us are charmed by his rumblings.

Pluto pokes at our notions of power and control, sandpapering our assumptions and whipping away our flimsy security blankets. He revels in our darknesses because he knows that if we stop denying how good we feel there, we are opening the door to the true seat of our power. He maintains a zero tolerance for hazy lines, delusion or bullshit but he'll happily drink and dance with you until you work that out for yourself. Pluto tickles our underbellies in a way that galvanises, leaving us no option but to ardently pursue what we must, once he has blown all our smokescreens away.

We are deep in Plutonia this week - some would say for days now - as he squares off with some fairly heavy hitters. You will know you are in the thick of it if your teeth or fists are clenching, your heart is hammering or your mettle is being tested. Watch for the chaos and cultivate its uncertain blessings. If in doubt, step in not out and obey your instincts instead of fighting them. Denial is a false god when Uncle Pluto comes to town. Your messiah is hiding in the shadows. The only way to drive now is with your hands off the wheel.

Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws and many living things dwell in it.
~ Patricia A McKillip


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2017