When Pluto makes its way into a lifetime, it makes us foreign to ourselves. Sometimes, Pluto is strong natally in the horoscope; by aspect, Pluto touches the luminaries (Sun and Moon), or perhaps Venus, marking a life with the stamp of an outsider. Inevitably, Pluto will bring experiences that shatter, kill, breakdown, and deconstruct as long as one draws breath.
As Venus transits through the sign of Cancer, it opposes Pluto in Capricorn. Relationships are the target area for stranger-making.
Anything suppressed is uncovered as the god of death comes knocking at the door. If he's been in the basement for a while (cellars are the natural habitat for the Plutonian), he comes crashing through the floorboards. Try as we may to reinforce with extra boards and precautions, the inevitable Pluto bursts through. Death will get us all eventually.
I am reminded of the funerals I've been to in my life, those moments where everything I thought my life was became null and void. I think of those moments now as Pluto comes calling, and I am reminded of how one minute life is fine and dandy, the next, catastrophe. I am estranged from my life; everything is foreign.
When I sit and wonder how such a thing could happen, how death could come and wreak havoc and crash through my life with terrible trauma, I feel utterly unconnected from my life. I am no longer in control, no longer able to grasp my own feelings and faculties. The bottom has dropped out.
I am a stranger to my own life.
The most familiar things are meaningless. The support system around which I built my life shatters and crumbles, leaving a hollow life. Void.
As Venus opposes Pluto, relationships become strange. The reflection of oneself in another is one of suspicion, mistrust, obscurity, doubt. Love becomes a funeral.
It's a terrible feeling to be a stranger to one's own life. Identity is stripped away, depression reigns. Energy is gone, and one can no longer engage with the world. It can happen so fast....
I don't know what it's like to begin to pick up the pieces of a life made strange. I don't think I've ever learned how. But I do know that Pluto is continuously making me strange to myself.
I remember Darby Costello using the terminology of "stranger" when discussing Pluto in her book The Astrological Moon. She said that when one has Pluto in aspect to the Moon, one has no tribe, no clan, no place to belong. One is a stranger, a loner. One earns the mistrust of the group, the normal. Moon-Pluto people are a clan of one.
I would now add that Plutonian people may not even be that, because Pluto makes one strange even to oneself.
What does one do then?