Where the Story Begins....
The following is the preface/intro to a ‘work in progress’ biography that was requested by a renowned astrologer who wanted to use a specific story as material for a presentation in London for an International Annual Astrologer’s Conference to which they were attending as guest speaker.
The subject matter was to provide ‘possible evidence’ to ‘prove’ Ephemeris times and planetary significance to be astrologically correct.
We held back for relevant reasons.
In Brief
Celebrities abusing their position, fame and mastery of their charismatic manipulation often culminates in statutory sexual abuse/rape.
Media motivated psychology and insight of impressionable youngster’s minds and the effects that parental Child abuse not only occurs from a violent aspect, but it challenges us in various disguises, often with the mask of sweet seduction promising the Cinderella life every girl dreams of…. attitude, peer pressure and pop idol status has on them, cuts deep.
There are always two sides to a story -
somewhere inbetween.... lies the truth.
KIL MAMNOU MARGOUB
(EVERYTHING THAT IS PROHIBITED – IS DESIRED………………..)
According to the mystics and the wise astrological sages, Pluto was very strongly represented in my chart (my midheaven) in the year of 1976. And upon reading a portion of ‘The Astrology of Fate’, I came across a section which suddenly made me realize how fate, destiny, syncrodestiny, our paths and directions in life affected us and how in the profound teachings of a very dear friend…………to ’trust the process -------trust the process-----------trust the process………..‘.
Quote: “I cannot think of any better description than this of the feeling-tone of Pluto.
I would now like to turn to Hades, the rampant phallus of the Mother. Whenever myth portrays his entry into the upper world, he is shown persistently acting out one scenario: rape.
This suggests something further about the experience of our planet Pluto. It’s intrusion into consciousness feels like a violation, and we, like Persephone, the maiden of the myth, are powerless to resist.
Where Pluto is encountered, there is often a sense of violent penetration, unwished for yet , unavoidable, and in some way necessary to the balance and development of the individual – although one might not see it that way at the time.
The myth of Persephone’s rape is also a relevant one in terms of understanding Pluto, for it is her virginal innocence which draws the desire of the dark lord of the underworld. Persephone is a springtime goddess, the not- yet- violated face of her mother Demeter, mistress of the harvest. She is the archetypal maiden, the fertile ground not yet sown with seed; her emblem is the waxing crescent of the moon, which promises future fulfillment yet who is eternally in a state of potential. She also reflects the bright surface of life that promises future joys through the eyes of uncontaminated youth. Thus she is an image of a particular kind of human perception and outlook, full of possibilities but still unformed.
The unimpeachable bond between this pair of mother and daughter goddesses suggests something of the divine unity between mother and infant, the wonderfully innocent and protected world of babyhood where there is as yet no separation, no aloneness, no conflict and no fear. This is the world before the Fall, before the cord is cut, and there is no death because there is not yet individual life. Parts of us may remain in this uroboric embrace well into later life, for Persephone is not just an image of chronological youth, nor of literal maidenhood. As we become increasingly sophisticated in external knowledge and accomplishments, so we increasingly forget those rites and rituals which facilitate the separation of the youth from the mother at puberty. The wisdom of the primitive tribe with its elaborate ceremonies to announce the advent of adult life and responsibility has been lost to us in the West for a long time.
So we remain, ageing, Persephone hopefully picking flowers, until some critical transit or progression of Pluto comes along.
Persephone, although her name – oddly – means ‘bringer of destruction’, is untouched by life. Her abduction is cruel, yet governed by necessity; and she herself secretly invokes it, by picking the strange death-flower which Hades has planted in the meadow for her fascination. It is the plucking of the flower which heralds the opening of the earth beneath her and the arrival of the dark lord in his chariot drawn by black horses.
The issue of the flower seems such a small thing, yet I believe the process of Pluto works in this way. One can see in retrospect, the small thing by which the gates are opened. Persephone colludes with her fate, even in her voluntary eating of the pomegranate, the fruit of the underworld, which is a symbol of fertility because of it’s multitude of seeds. She is an image of that aspect of the individual which, however terrified, still seeks the union which is a rape and an annihilation.”
Destiny for me, was that at some point it was written in the stars and bound to happen……………….
