Tuesday, August 29, 2006 | Bring on the night... THIS HAS BEEN one of those days when I have nothing to say, but I feel better now that it's dark out in this part of the world. What a month it's been -- and yet what's wild is the extent to which so many of the events are conceptual: in particular, Non-11 and the reclassing of Pluto. Both the big turning points of northern summer 2006, and both purely in the realm of ideas. I guess it's good to count your revolutions. Of the two, Pluto's the more apropos of our moment, luring us into another realm of myth and an entirely rearranged psychology. It's interesting, Pluto had a respectable role in its prior slot, as king of the Kuiper Belt and also sitting at the table of the planets. What a majestic little antiworld, out there in the blackness of the edge. It's funny, as [seemingly] stupid of a 'scientific' move as that was, many astrologers are greeting the news with some relief. I don't blame them. The point is this world is ruled by all things we consider Plutonian, that is, which by the rules of astrology fall under the purview of Pluto, Scorpio, and the 8th house. True: the soul-quest and that curious thing known as regeneration are among the principal factors in this house. But generally, when you look at the world in some objective sense, just counting the things of influence, most of them show up in the 8th. Let's see: credit cards. Sex and/or the lack thereof. Banks, warmongering investment banking conglomerates, thoughts and notions of personal death and/or spousal death, inheritances, insurance policies...and the like. And we do seem to have this wavelength pretty much jam all the other frequencies. Also, death looming around every corner is a distraction from living. So part of the message is that we need to live like we're not afraid of death. I guess if you want a definition of Spiritual that I could get with, that would be one.