So many 2’s! 
My own birth path is a “master number” 11, which reduces to a 2 — and after many decades I’m well aware of what this number represents in my life.
As Pluto reaches exact conjunction with its natal position in the U.S. chart for the first time since this nation was founded, what we astrologers call the Pluto Return, I thought I’d add to the context by handing you a blow-by-blow account of what I went through back in 1991-1993 — one Saturn cycle ago! — when Pluto, then in Scorpio, for the first and only time reached and crossed back and forth over, its exact opposition to my (then long neglected) natal Moon in Taurus. These stories might help to give the flavor, on a personal level, of what this nation (and therefore the entire world), is working through during this extraordinarily purgative era. Already a few years into the process, today marks the day when Pluto exactly conjuncts its own natal position for the first time, and will then travel back and forth over that sensitized point for the next several years. We are not done, folks. We are just beginning. Just as I was just beginning, way back when.
Since my since deceased, but then newly wed husband Jeff was very much a partner (the “2” also signifies polarity, partnership, complementarity), I decided to include a photo of us taken during that time.
This series ended up as five parts, plus Intro: 1) Pluto Stationary Direct, 2) Katy & Me, 3) Breaking Open, 4) Pain in the Neck, and 5) Monster in the Basement. Note the progression of intensity.
From my journal, as the process began:
Here they are, as pdfs, (not quite yet uniformly formatted) as they will (almost) appear in my ongoing Recapitulation Project to archive my voluminous written work over the decades.
P.S. Just experienced a perfectly Plutonian experience this very rainy morning: the sump pump at the bottom of the stairwell to the outside broke apart, and water started gushing, I mean GUSHING, into the basement . . . Still broken, but thanks to partners here in Green Acres Permaculture Village, a fix is on the way.
Pluto: what’s underneath. The ongoing revelation of the massively corrupt swamp that has stunk up this entire world for thousands of years is gradually purging the plutocratic monsters in our collective basement.
I love that picture of you and Jeff. Looks like you were in the yurt. That was a magical time.
Yep, the yurt. The lattice work behind us gives it away.