My mother’s chart ruler is Mercury conjunct Pluto in Leo in the 12th house.
When I think of this configuration I sense a split. Leo’s fiery energy somehow drowning in the contents of the 12th house, the most elusive of all.
The need to shine its uniqueness lost in union.
It feels like the sense of self is achieved only through, somehow, the transcendence of it.
Leo behind the scenes?
I am currently reading Lynn Bell’s book about planetary threads and family patterns and it is blowing me away.
The idea that each and every family has a certain myth (or perhaps a number of them), and that we are all playing it out again and again, really fascinates me.
Im thinking of Pluto again. Pluto and my family.
I have Pluto at 0 degrees in the 12th house. My brother has a t-square involving Pluto. Both my grandparents, from my mother’s side, have Pluto at 0 degrees.
And my mother with her Mercury conjunct Pluto in Leo in the 12th.
So many times I felt like I was touching on very deep seated stuff. Stuff that goes beyond my personal, conscious life.
We inherit so much more than just our parents looks!
Lynn Bell talks about the possibility of being fated to (consciously or unconsciously) heal wounds from many generations before.
During this Pluto transit to my Moon I became aware, through my own body, of so many of my mother’s fears .
I could write more on the subject, but for now my split between self-expression and privacy is somehow speaking louder. It’s also a bit late now.
Perhaps another time…