©2009 by Donna Cunningham, MSW
Donna says: Astrodrama is a tool in which the players speak for the planets in an aspect or other chart feature. I seldom get a chance to use this technique anymore, but was inspired to do one about the upcoming Pluto-Saturn square. What follows is a monologue by a good old boy named Pluto who has a chance encounter with his old pal, Saturn. Just so those who don’t know me understand, I may be speaking for Pluto in this skit, but he sure as heck isn’t speaking for me. I abhor racism with every fiber of my being. I’m just playing a role—channeling a certain segment of society.
So we meet again, you ‘n me. What’s it been? 7, 8 years? You look worse for the wear, if you don’t mind my saying so. Hell, so do I. It’s been a struggle these past few years, and we’re all tired. It’s aged me and the wife something fierce.
Here we are again, right back at the corner of Fear and Paranoia. Man, it’s dark out, and this is one seedy neighborhood. It’s all them furriners, doncha know? What’re they calling them now? Them undocumenteds. You gotta watch ‘em all the time since 9/11. Wasn’t that just about the last time we ran into one another?
Now THAT was a dark day in Murcun history, wasn’t it? I still dream about them planes crashing into the Twin Towers, that black smoke billowing up, how scairt everbody was that it was just the beginning.
Well, in a way, it WAS just the beginning, wasn’t it? Almost seemed worth all them things Homeland Security did, all them rights we signed away. Because, by God, it’s safe to get on a plane again. Not that I can afford to fly, what with the gas prices going up and the economy down the terlit. Had to turn in that big SUV of mine, like to broke my heart.
What’s that rustling in the alley? Listen, there it is again. Probably a rat—they’re everwhere now. You don’t catch me goin’ down in the subway. Well, you tell me where it’s safe any more—fer sure not in a neighborhood like this one.
How’s the family? Didn’t I hear your boy’s in Iraq? What a hell hole!
Say what? He was wounded by a car bomber? Lost a leg? Umm, umm, umm. Well we all had to make sacrifices to keep Murcuns safe. Plenty of them. We’ll still be payin’ for that Iraq war when we’re both moldering in the ground.
Don’t know that I believe the Big O knows what he’s doin’—not exactly qualified, if ya know what I mean. Can’t say as I woulda voted for McCain either, old fart like him. There’s a time to shine, and then there’s a time tuh go home.
Who Ida liked to see in that Oval Office was Cheny. He ran the whole puppet show behind the scenes on 9/11 and that’s who we need now. He could scare the North Koreans and get old Osama quaking in his boots. Hell, Cheny even scares me! Evil lookin’ sumbitch.
It seems this great land of ours has enemies everwhere we turn. Iraq. Iran, Afghanistan. Pirates on the seas. The more good we do for them ingrates in the Mideast, the more they plot against us.
And between you ‘n me, I don’t trust the Chinese gummint either. We owe ’em so much money, ‘til if they called it all in, ever one of us would be wadin’ in them rice paddies to pay it off.
Oh, crud, there goes my cell phone. I hate them things—never know who could be listenin’ in—but the wife insists I carry one. She’s so spooked by everthin that’s goin’ on, woman calls me ever half hour or so when I’m out to make sure I’m okay. If she could, I swear she’d have me rigged up with one of them GPS dohickeys so she’d know where I was ever minute.
That’s wimmin fer yuh—always looking for the worst to happen. Well, I’d better get on home afore the old bag has a conniption. You take care now, old buddy. Watch yer back.
Donna says: That was rough reading, wasn’t it? Sort of Donna Cunningham meets Stephen King. However, did anyone notice the second photo of the angry old coot in the astrodrama. He is teary-eyed at the news of his friend’s death–and probably other losses he’s experiencing–but then quickly goes back to rage and projection, a safer set of emotions for some.
Have a closer look at that photo. It’s grief you are seeing, even if he doesn’t see it himself, because for many people, especially for men–especially those of this fellow’s generation–who were never encouraged or permitted to confront their real emotions, rage is far easier to be in touch with than grief.
Grief is so often a huge part of a Pluto transit, but it doesn’t necessarily mean someone will literally die. It often means that old grief our culture has never allowed us to fully feel, express, and process (preferring to sedate us with pills) comes to the surface and gets worked through.
If you look back in history at eras that accompany hard aspects between Pluto and Saturn, the public mood often seems marked by surges of fear and paranoia–intermixed with grief. A major example is the Red Scare and House Un-American Committee’s activities during the 1947-48 conjunction that followed WW2. Most recently, it is the Homeland Security Department and the racial profiling of Muslims here that followed 9/11 during the opposition that was in orb most of 6/01-5/03.
Right now, as a square forms between Saturn in Libra and Pluto in Capricorn, we’re seeing a similar upswing of racism and suspicion of people who are different from us that I find heart-sickening. The paranoia of some segments of the population is evident in the posters portraying our African-American president as Hitler and the persistent rumors that his birth certificate is fake and that he is Muslim and aligned with terrorists.
I devote a chapter to the global and individual effects of Pluto-Saturn aspects in my ebook Aspects between the Outer Planets: The Outer Planets and Inner Life, Volume 3. To mark the current transit, I am offering a special price of $10 for that ebook—a $5 reduction. You can see the book at http://www.moonmavenpublications/astrologybooks.html but if you wish to order, don’t use the shopping cart because the discount won’t register. Instead, write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
UPDATE: A note of hope and progress among all the human rights backsliding: This afternoon (10/28/09)CNN was reporting that President Obama had just signed a hate crimes law . See: http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/10/28/hate.crimes/index.html?eref=igoogle_cnn.
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Art credit: The pictures of the grouchy old man come from a collection at http://www.clipart.com.