This Jane Fonda interview in W Magazine examines – as do all articles featuring Fonda – her lifelong regime of successfully shedding skins and re-birthing herself. Hers is a particularly dramatic version of it – one decade the “Hanoi Jane” activist in batik, the next Versace-clad with her boobs done as Mrs Ted Turner, for example.
The actor has Pluto conjunct her Descendant so every relationship is a major morph and she literally cannot tolerate stale relationships. Every relationship is plutonic, a reincarnation of sorts and so of course there is a fresh self revealed with each new lover. People without a strong Pluto signature might see this as having a weak core but nothing could be further from the truth.
Perhaps her greatest metamorphosis will come when she forms a powerful relationship with herself? 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. Whether you look at them through the signs (eg Neptune through Aquarius, then Pisces etc) or by house (as the Transits Report does), you can see how there are distinct planetary eras in society and individual lives.
One of the fastest and cool ways to get insights into astrology is do a timeline of your life and track the big events alongside an ephemeris. Or get one of my Flashback reports for a year the felt particularly momentous to you. You’ll know more what to expect the next time a similar energy is evoked.
A personal example: I had a really chaotic & big 1989 – life was surreal 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. If I slept that year it was a fitful ‘power nap’ between dramatic episodes.
My neighbor got murdered and when I went to his apartment to return the vacuum cleaner I’d borrowed, I was questioned by homicide police. I was given some uranium. Someone tried to curse me and as part of my quest to deflect this I went to the one library I could find which had a copy of Malleus Malificarum and read it all in one day.
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” and then nearly died in a fire the next week. I read a lot of Nietzsche and Egyptian mysticism whilst keeping vampire hours, 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 was teaching me Neuro-Linguistic-Processing. 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 I didn’t know enough about Astrology then to assess it. Recently I was like WHAT was that – it was Pluto square my Ascendant, that whole damned year.
Everything was so consistently weird and intense that it erased whatever identity or set of drop-down menu beliefs I’d had. It was just too raw and electric for anything unreal to survive.
Image: Masao Saito – Rose Tea