This Jane Fonda interview in W Magazine examines – as do all articles featuring Fonda – her regime of successfully shedding skins and re birthing herself. Hers is an intense version of it – one decade “Hanoi Jane” activist in batik, the next clad in Versace with her boobs done as Mrs Ted Turner for example as she has Pluto on her descendant.
She literally cannot tolerate stale relationships and her identity is directly under the rays of Pluto. And her relationships are Plutonic so of course there is a fresh self revealed with each major relationship. People without a strong Pluto signature might see this as having a weak core but nothing could be further from the truth.
It would actually feel as relaxing and natural for her to phoenix as it would for others to stagnate. But everyone has these planetary eras. Some morph more strongly than others but who hasn’t looked back at an old photo of oneself and wondered who the fuq was that character?
Often you can time these morphs alongside the outer planet transits; Neptune, Pluto and Uranus. Through a particular house or just a sign. And usually, one of these planets is more boss than others. One of the fastest and cool ways to get insights into astrology is do a timeline – we will be doing this in Astro-Hacks – of your life with the big events & tracking them on an ephemeris.
I had a really chaotic & big 1989 – life was surreal and over the top that year, it felt like every time i left the house, there was an explosion. My relationships were just bats. EG: my dinner companion being arrested over the entrees by a squadron of federal police. No sleep. My neighbor got murdered and when i went to his apartment to return the vacuum cleaner i had borrowed, i was questioned by homicide police.
I was given some uranium. I got cursed. I went to a shrink who offered me free therapy in exchange for sex (like he would have been a great counselor, right?). My manicurist invited me to a “voodoo coven.” I lived like a vampire, soothed only by long, long walks in the dark. I tried to rescue lobsters from restaurants and would end up in hideous arguments with people who thought i was from another planet. I played backgammon with a Greek Sagittarius conman who said he would teach me NLP. I got poisoned by rohypnol or something and got to share my cubicle at emergency with a guarded prisoner in chains.
So strange times and recently i was like WHAT was that – it was Pluto square my Ascendant, that whole damned year.
Everything was so consistently weird, intense and challenging that whatever identity or set of drop-down menu beliefs that i had about life, dating, people, anything. It was just too raw and electric for anything unreal to survive.
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