Pluto Volume 1

Wolf Green Jeffrey

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Jeff Wolf Green's writing embodies everything you would expect from Pluto; intense, powerful, riveting, transformative and penetrating . If you want to help yourself and assist other in conscious evolution, rather than simply waiting for it to happen, this book is the essential map for that journey!

Sujets

• Astrology

Informations

• Publié par: The Wessex Astrologer
• Date de parution: 01 mai 2011
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781910531044
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Pluto Volume I
The Evolutionary Journey of the Soul
Jeffrey Wolf Green
Published in 2011 by The Wessex Astrologer Ltd 4A Woodside Road Bournemouth BH5 2AZ England
www.wessexastrologer.com
Copyright © Jeff Green
ISBN 9781902405544
1st edition published by Llewellyn Publications, St Paul, MN ISBN 0875422969
A catalogue record of this book is available at The British Library
Cover design by Tania at Creative Byte, Poole, Dorset
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations used for review or citation.
Dedicated to Paramahansa Yogananda, whose love, care, forgiveness, and guidance inspired this work … and to all of you who kept prodding me to get this book done. You know who you are. God Bless you all.
A special dedication to Mr. Noel Tyl whose special attention and relentless efforts allowed this book to be published in the manner that it has.
“A child is born on that day and at that hour when the celestial rays are in mathematical harmony with his individual karma. His horoscope is a challenging portrait, revealing his unalterable past and its probable future result. But the natal chart can be rightly interpreted only by men of intuitive wisdom; these are few.”
Swami Sri Yukteswar
CONTENTS
Preface - Noel Tyl
Foreword - Ari Moshe Wolfe
Prologue - Deva Green
Introduction - Jeff Green
Chapter One: Pluto: The Evolutionary Journey of the Soul
Pluto’s House, Sign, and Polarity Point
Pluto and the Nodal Axis
Pluto in Aspect to the Nodal Axis
Pluto Conjunct the North Node
Pluto Square the Nodal Axis
Planets in Aspect to the Nodal Axis
Pluto in Aspect to Other Planets
Pluto and the Four Natural Evolutionary Conditions
The Three Reactions to the Evolutionary Impulse
The Four Ways Pluto Affects Evolution in Our Lives
Pluto Retrograde
Pluto — Afterthoughts
Chapter Two: Pluto Through the Houses
Pluto in the First House or Aries
Pluto in the Second House or Taurus
Pluto in the Third House or Gemini
Pluto in the Fourth House or Cancer
Pluto in the Fifth House or Leo
Pluto in the Sixth House or Virgo
Pluto in the Seventh House or Libra
Pluto in the Eighth House or Scorpio
Pluto in the Ninth House or Sagittarius
Pluto in the Tenth House or Capricorn
Pluto in the Eleventh House or Aquarius
Pluto in the Twelfth House or Pisces
Example Charts:
Adrienne Hirt
Adolph Hitler
Chapter Three: Pluto In Aspect to Other Planets
Waxing Aspects
Waning Aspects
Pluto in Aspect to the Sun
Pluto in Aspect to the Moon
Pluto in Aspect to Mercury
Pluto in Aspect to Venus
Pluto in Aspect to Mars
Pluto in Aspect to Jupiter
Pluto in Aspect to Saturn
Pluto in Aspect to Uranus
Pluto in Aspect to Neptune
Chapter Four: Pluto: Transits, Progressions and Solar Returns
Transits and Orbs
Progressions
Solar Returns
The Transit of the Nodal Axis
Pluto Through the First House
Pluto Through the Second House
Pluto Through the Third House
Pluto Through the Fourth House
Pluto Through the Fifth House
Pluto Through the Sixth House
Pluto Through the Seventh House
Pluto Through the Eighth House
Pluto Through the Ninth House
Pluto Through the Tenth House
Pluto Through the Eleventh House
Pluto Through the Twelfth House
PREFACE Noel Tyl
“Where is Billy?” — A good test question for an infant in the midst of self-discovery. But just where is Billy? Is he that which displaces a specified amount of space and/or a specified portion of time? Or is he simply “right here”, to be conveyed with some kind of impersonal gesture?
Psychological tests of early concepts of identity suggest that the majority of Billys (and Janes, of course) will answer this existential question by pointing to their stomachs, their midsections.
As you read these paragraphs, ask yourself where you are. Say it out loud. What are your feelings? It’s an awkward moment that can’t be easily dismissed.
So often in life we reply to circumstance with the phrase/thought “Who ME?” Say this to yourself right now, loud and strong.
Another strange feeling. Either you did make a gesture to accompany the two words, or you felt inclined to do so (a twitch in the wrist perhaps).
Where did/do you point? Where is “ME”? It moves up a bit to your heart region, above Billy’s stomach — simply a corporeal centralization within adult anatomy reinforced by psychological awareness of the indispensibility of the heart, reinforced by the emotions that live in language and art that refer always to the heart as being one’s essence, etc.
Pretty fundamental though heady stuff. Nobody is pointing to his elbow or his leg!
If you were to ask this question of the Universal super-heavyweight boxing champion, he might reply, clinching and brandishing his right fist, “Right here, man.” A full-time intellectual might not even articulate a reply but simply point to his brain or blink his eyes once with tolerance of the question.
In either such case, something would be missing: the human dimension.
And so it’s fair to ask, “What is it that is where I am, who I am?” The questions that follow on rapidly are, of course, “Why am I”, “for how long”, “who’s responsible?”, “should this be pleasing to me or not?” etc.
Nothing of this is new, but all of it is eternal. Religion was formed to answer such questions people couldn’t answer for themselves, to tie things together for significance and security. We presume that, within religious study (not just Christianity, mind you) the concept of the soul and the pactice soul-searching were born.
Even the most sophisticated etymological dictionaries cannot trace the word “soul” to a definite origin. It is obscure, just as the spark of life is obscure. Formal core-teachings equate the soul with the essence of being, the total existential awareness of being.
Although the soul is not a gland, a muscle, a complicated spiral of hormones and chromosomes, or a problematic growth, some so-called spiritualist practitioners in every age have tried to give it specific form. Interestingly, they would probably accept the proof of Billy’s gesture or yours as validating the physical domicile for the soul. “Why it’s the thymus gland, of course!”
And then Alan Leo, for example, that gifted, strange, yet catalytic astrologer of turn-of-the-century England, whose work influenced mightily the very beginning of astrology in America, keys us to another dimension. He made quite a statement about the soul in relation to Neptune (or perhaps I should say he made a statement about Neptune that involved the soul in a very insightful way). He said, “Neptune allows the soul to leave the body.” Where is it going? Why? Where was it? Are we talking the sense of “journey” here?
What Leo meant specifically was that Neptune underlined the difference between the tangible and intangible realities of our existence. For Leo, the soul was intangible. It was an essence. In fact, when you get deeply into all this, you sense that this Leonian tie-up between Neptune and the soul was simply explaining the ultimate obscure dimension with the ultimate astrological dimension of that time.
For example, part of the heavy baggage Saturn has carried with it out of past ages into modern times was taken on as the last outpost of what astrologers could see and measure. Everything “left over” went to Saturn: all the residual pains, hidden fears, and environmental threats (thus all the study of different “levels”, octaves, rulerships, etc.).
The discovery of Uranus freed things up, and the individual gained some respectability. But as well, the blame for everything left over from the symbolisms of those days was placed upon individualism disrupting society.
Then came Neptune.
Where is Jeff Green? is the question I asked myself as I watched this astrologer emerge in the world of astrology. I read some of his articles and interviews in several magazines, I attended some of his lectures, I asked around. And then, I discussed his new manuscript with him.
Jeff Green was pointing to Pluto, to everyone’s Pluto, to everyone’s “midsection” and saying it was where astrologers could begin to manage the mystery of soul, appreciate the sense of journey within evolution.
As I studied Jeff’s manuscript, I enjoyed great relief: here was no spiritualist weaving spells. Rather, here was an extremely sensitive, spiritually eclectic, and psychologically sophisticated astrologer working with the intangible world in a tangible way.
Where attempts to discuss the soul in the past have always seemed to leave individualism behind (Leo’s struggle between Neptune and Uranus), i.e., there’s no way to follow the dictates of the soul unless you put those above the ways of the world, Jeff sensitively dichotomizes the “desires” structure within the soul, within “immutable consciousness”: one desire is to separate from earliest origin (individuate); and the other is to return to the Source (be part of the whole).
Jeff then takes all of this insight and brings it down to earth through Pluto’s occurrence in the Houses of the horoscope. Each placement is deeply, deeply studied in many dimensions, and each one is another finger-pointing for the concept of Soul: “Here I am.”
A real test — As I was reviewing this manuscript, I received a particularly dramatic telephone call asking for astrological consultation. “George” was calling from a long distance, and his dilemma was extraordinary.
George seemed extraordinarily intelligent, lucid, exquisitely aware, informed, and disarmingly open-minded. Part of his concerns was that he knew emphatically through substantiated visions, dreams, and auditory encounters that, in a previous life, he had been one of the apostles of Jesus.
This was no laughing matter. Not even a smile could emerge in the telling of this state of affairs, so keenly circumspect was George in the discussion of his case. Inde