Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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 just received an email from Laura Bruno which buttresses the post she just put up about the U.S. Pluto Return happening NOW, for the first time ever. From a commenter on her post:
BTW: My own calculations put the exact return as tomorrow, 2/22/22 (ephemerides can vary slightly), but either way, 2/20 or 2/22, the years-long Plutonian apocalypse (the word apocalypse means “revelation”), pressing towards exactness for a few years already, is now upon us. And, as so many of us are saying, We Are All Canadians now.
It’s interesting. The globalists want to dissolve all national boundaries with the goal of a single centralized New World Order. And they seem to be getting their way, at least here in North America, not just with the porous southern boundary with Mexico letting through terrorists, cartels, drug and child traffickers, but now more and more Americans are feeling deeply what Canadians to the north of us are going through, and: we know we could be next.
But, as Clif High says in his latest fascinating interview, THE GLOBALISTS BETTER WATCH OUT, BECAUSE WHATEVER THEY SET IN MOTION IS GOING TO TAKE THEM DOWN, TOO,
Remember, folks. It’s either centralization or de-centralization. Either we’re going to wake up to the magnificent capacity of our own hearts and souls, paying attention to both our own personal shadows, how they get projected onto others and must be taken back and integrated to become whole; either we’re going to learn to feel the love which fills and fuels the universe first within ourselves and then with each other unreservedly, that LOVE radiating out, from each of us, standing in our unique center of the universe — with our feet planted firmly in the soil and our heads lifted to the heavens — to embrace our homes, neighborhoods, towns, regions, with the locus of our focus consistently, deep inside, or we’re going to disappear as individuals into an increasingly abstract and brutal centralized outside authority.
Remember: Pluto symbolizes, above all, the deep purgative process leading to death and rebirth. Pluto signals the the primal energy of the universe, on all levels, as it moves into and out of form.
The magnificent Canadian truckers ignited the primal energy of the universe within humanity, after two years of globalist suppression.
I, for one, am immensely grateful for their sacrifice.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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