Pluto and the Texture of the Infinite

Horsehead Nebula

In ancient times, (or when I was in grade school) the planets were  very smooth, like billiard balls. We had no detailed images, only descriptions of what they might be. Images of the galaxies and nebulas were quaintly fuzzy.

This recent Hubble image of Horsehead Nebula shows a different animal.

Over the past 40 years we humans have sharpened our focus. The Hubble Space Telescope and numerous planetary explorations have yielded not only amazing data but astonishingly detailed images as well.

Dramatic view of the Pluto system as NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft flew in for close-up on July 14; then passed behind Pluto to see the atmosphere glow before watching the sun passes behind Pluto’s largest moon, Charon.

Credit: NASA/Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory/Southwest Research Institute/Stuart Robbins

Watch this a few times and enjoy the ride: how you find the bright dot in all that darkness, spiral in, and then glory in the uniquely Plutonian landscape. This, the orb that had it’s planetary status revoked! 

(You may find it odd that I am adamantly pro science and still hark to astrology, but consider hearing me out. The following gives a cultural perspective on the ninth rock from the sun.)

Astrologically Pluto has a profound gravitas, the inescapable resonance of the everpresent but unseen, representing our own soul.

Prominant Astrologers had some interesting things to say about Pluto’s change in status.

from Rob Brezhny of Free Will Astrology:

Scientists no doubt had sound, rational reasons to exile Pluto from the traditional solar system and transfer its realm to the Kuiper Belt with the other dwarf worlds, but they were also under the influence of deeply unconscious forces too. The expulsion of Pluto marked a symbolic turning point in the triumph of scientism, a mode of thinking that values only what’s visible, measurable, and categorizable. But Pluto is more than the rocky planetoid representing it: Pluto is an essential phase of human consciousness.

The overall downgrading of Pluto is a milestone in the modern attempt to depreciate the soul’s mode of awareness and make it subsidiary to the deductive mind. To banish Pluto is to deny that living in the soul has any value to us.

See how smooth it looks? Now watch the video with actual photos.

Visionary Activist Caroline Casey offers this:

The god of the Underworld, was amused by being called “Dead as a planet.” “Of course I’m dead, I’m the god of the dead.”

And used to being dissed, exiled, albeit at tremendous cost to cultures that do so. Of course human dementors would like to stick their fingers in their ears, and say, “no, no, no, we deny the invisible. We deny the dead, the invisible, the principle of power, the abuse of power known as plutocracy, now rampant.” Death is cheap, not valued, marketed wholesale, so that even the god of death is appalled.

 

My Horoscope this week

from Rob Brezhny, Author of Pronoia and by far my favorite weekly enewsletter. Every week I am inspired, entertained and uplifted, and challenged to think much much bigger than my daily grumpiness will reduce me to.

This week it went like this:

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21):

I have taken a passage from a letter that Henry Miller wrote to Anais Nin, and I have chopped it up and rearranged it and added to it so as to create an oracle that’s perfect for you right now. Ready?

This is the wild dream:
you with your chameleon’s soul
being anchored always
in no matter what
storm, sensing
you are at home wherever
you are. You asserting yourself
getting the rich varied life
you desire; and
the more you assert yourself,
the more you love going
deeper, thicker, fuller.
Resurrection after resurrection:
that’s your gift, your promise.
The insatiable delight of constant change.

Art & Angels

Lat week I received this remarkable horoscope in Rob Brezhny’s enews:

Mystic poets find the divine presence everywhere. The wind carries God’s love, bestowing tender caresses. The scent of a lily is an intimate message from the Holy Beloved, provoking bliss.

This is my world as an earth-centered pagan: the body of my god is is in and all around me. When I allow myself to open, the brilliance of life is indeed divine. There are days that a tiny insect or single fallen leaf can bring me to grateful tears. May I be ever open to this magic. There are miracles within reach at every moment.

oatmealEven a bowl of oatmeal contains the essence of the Creator; to eat it is to receive an ecstatic blessing. But those of us who aren’t mystic poets are not necessarily attuned to all this sweetness. We may even refuse to make ourselves receptive to the ceaseless offerings.

I’m making this  a prayer: Let me taste the sweetness. I take you in though my eyes and ears, filling with joy and love via music and natural beauty. Allow me to taste on my tongue and take within the sweetness of food, know it is Thy nourishment, Thy blessing, and know within that there is enough.

sea spongesTo the mystic poets, we are like sponges floating in the ocean but trying very hard not to get wet. Don’t do that this week; Scorpio. Be like a sponge floating in the ocean and allowing yourself to get totally soaked.

I took the plunge as advised and signed up for a writer’s one-day Storyweaving retreat for last Saturday. I’ve worked with this leader before, and it’s always good. I’ve even done some of the exercises before. But this day, this day was transcendent. Perfect day, we spent it in the garden, sharing writers’ issues, drinking tea, expunging our inner critic.

Now, I have a well developed inner demon critic. So this devil showed up, mean and sarcastic as always. I’m pretty good at telling him to shut up now, but still, a skillful adversary. But we were called to invite our inner helper, and look who showed up:

rainbowCrow
Rainbow Crow!

Rainbow Crow! Fierce, colorful, alive and able to fly above, see the big picture. Now THAT’s an ally I can work with!  Thanks to helpers like Carol of Storyweaving and Brezhny, I’ve got lots of angels on my shoulder.

May you soak up all the goodness available to you today, like a thirsty sponge.