Happy Pluto discovery day. The Dark Lord with a Heart is 90 years old from our discovery of him. From the Cosmic Intelligence Agency CEO Julija Simas. Julia and I made a pilgrimage to The Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff Arizona where Pluto was discovered in 2014.
NOTE: In modern Tropical Astrology, Pluto was assigned to be the ruler of Scorpio.
Pluto entered Scorpio on November 5, 1983, and stayed at 0 degrees Scorpio until December 1st exact.
Pluto was at 0 Scorpio from April 12, 1984-May 18, 1984 and from August 28-September 29, 1984.
All of those very new Pluto in Scorpio generation people will be jolted woke by the Jupiter Saturn conjunction on December 21, 2020, at 0 Aquarius squaring their Natal Pluto in Scorpio at 0 degrees.
Pluto was discovered by Clyde Tombach in Flagstaff Arizona on February 19, 1930. It turns 90 years old today from our perspective of integrating this powerful archetypal planet into our Psyche’s and souls once again.
No matter that a few astronomers downgraded Pluto to a dwarf-Planet. Modern Tropical astrologers still consider Pluto a formidable Transpersonal planet symbolizing the soul and psyche the Collective Unconscious, Power, the Plutocracy, super wealth, secrets, sexuality, hidden things, ancestors, atomic energy, death and rebirth, toxic energy and recycling.
Please share widely. Dont you love, fear and honour Pluto?
Where is Pluto in your Natal Chart? He is one of the most potent planets there is. I have no idea how traditional astrologers do not include him as a Transpersonal planet in personal readings.
here is an ancient HYMN to Pluto. https://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/hoo/hoo22.htm
and this one from https://www.theoi.com/Text/OrphicHymns1.html#25
TO PLUTO [PLOUTON]
Pluto [Plouton], magnanimous, whose realms profound are fix’d beneath the firm and solid ground,
In the Tartarian plains remote from fight, and wrapt forever in the depths of night;
Terrestrial Jove [Zeus Khthonios], thy sacred ear incline, and, pleas’d, accept thy mystic’s hymn divine.
Earth’s keys to thee, illustrious king belong, its secret gates unlocking, deep and strong.
‘Tis thine, abundant annual fruits to bear, for needy mortals are thy constant care.
To thee, great king, Avernus is assign’d, the seat of Gods, and basis of mankind.
Thy throne is fix’d in Hade’s dismal plains, distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns;
Where, destitute of breath, pale spectres dwell, in endless, dire, inexorable hell;
And in dread Acheron, whose depths obscure, earth’s stable roots eternally secure.
O mighty dæmon, whose decision dread, the future fate determines of the dead,
With captive Proserpine [Kore], thro’ grassy plains, drawn in a four-yok’d car with loosen’d reins,
Rapt o’er the deep, impell’d by love, you flew ’till Eleusina’s city rose to view;
There, in a wond’rous cave obscure and deep, the sacred maid secure from search you keep,
The cave of Atthis, whose wide gates display an entrance to the kingdoms void of day.
Of unapparent works, thou art alone the dispensator, visible and known.
O pow’r all-ruling, holy, honor’d light, thee sacred poets and their hymns delight:
Propitious to thy mystic’s works incline, rejoicing come, for holy rites are thine.