Somewhere along the course of your astrological studies, you’ve probably heard of the term “Hades Moon”; i.e. the Moon forming an astrological alignment (aspect) to Pluto. But what about its archetypal Solar partner; the Sun in aspect to Pluto? Or – as I prefer to refer to it – the “Black Hole Sun”. What does it fundamentally mean to have a Pluto-powered Sun? There is no singular definitive answer; like all astrological energies it is capable of a broad spectrum of expressions (Hi-Fi, Mid-range, and Lo-Fi), though because Pluto tends to be a planet of extremes by nature we are much more likely to see Sun-Pluto alignments manifest in a Hi/Lo fashion; even if other mitigating astrological factors can somewhat temper this. But for the sake of understanding the core of what this kind of energy signature is, here are some basics on how it functions:
The Black Hole Sun swallows up the light of the Self (Sun) so that what becomes illuminated – or perhaps the better word is “revealed” – is the Shadow (Pluto); those dark, dysfunctional bits of the psyche we would often prefer to reject or leave “safely” locked inside a closet. The light is eclipsed by the dark, and a distinct silhouette appears in stark contrast to the dimmed corona outlining it. In artistic terms, we might think of this as being somewhat akin to “negative space”; drawing the space around an object rather than the object itself. The emptiness is the picture; the Self becomes more clearly defined by the “holes” within (i.e. the experiences of loss, desolation, and trauma). Solar energy is life, but when withered by Pluto’s skeletal death-touch it becomes what we’ve lived through; what we’ve survived. These things naturally leave their “marks” on the identity and we must be careful not to over-identify with the damage done/loss incurred but fix our gaze instead upon healing. To do this however, we first need self-awareness. We have to be able to look unflinchingly at the “ugly” parts of Self in all their horrifying glory and extend/expend deeply restorative energy in that direction. When we have insight into the things that – through no fault of our own – were inflicted upon us, we become less resistant to letting go of our attachment to that damage as being the sum-total of our identity. We are not our scars, though certainly we can become them if we become too invested in our trauma instead of our empowerment and recovery.
Everybody’s level of consciousness level is, of course, different and the efficacy of our self-restoration efforts will be directly proportional to how in-depth we can be with I.D.ing those levels of dysfunction within. If one’s consciousness level is stuck in the basement – that is to say, one is living a life on a very base level that is unexamined and which operates more on reflex and instinct than on the level of conscious awareness – it is going to be very difficult to devote healing energy to that which is essentially invisible to oneself; i.e. that which isn’t able to seen by the Self as non-functional.
That’s not a judgement, either – there are any number of reasons why such a thing might happen; say, by being forced by circumstance to live in “Survival Mode” for an extended period of time. As Maslow’s Hierarchy illustrates so clearly, we have to take care of those lower-level foundational needs first before we can get to the self-actualization pinnacle up on top. If you’re just barely getting by in life, it’s awfully hard to focus on thriving when you don’t even have essentials like food, shelter, or a sense of basic security. You gotta do what you gotta do just to function, and sometimes that is “good enough” (certainly at least for now, anyway). Worry about working on yourself when you can breathe/have had a meal/have a place to rest your head at night – no sane person would expect more from someone under these conditions!
However when things repeatedly go bad? Look within; ultimately we are our own Lowest Common Denominator. Yes, some people have crap luck. Yes, curses (generational or otherwise) do exist. But divesting ourselves of the power we have to heal by being invested in our trauma more than our recovery is, in itself, a pathology. That’s not to say we necessarily have the power to metaphorically resurrect the dead, and some scars we unfortunately do live with. But that doesn’t mean we can’t extend light and warmth to the darkest reaches of our being so we’re not sucked into a vortex of negativity from which we cannot escape. Seek always the light; even in gloom. You will find that – from the supposed inevitable – an impossibility will arise: You are still alive. You are not the shit that happened to you; you are not your circumstances. You are who you make of the shit that happened to you; draw into that negative space with your own hand and let it reveal your true character. Deep down there is far more to you than meets the eye – not everyone will see it, but that’s OK; their eyes simply aren’t capable of picking up on this dimension of the spectrum. Eye see you, though. 👁