posted January 02, 2015 01:34 PM
Good question. Everything is felt within 2° orb, regardless of its generational effect or no. In fact, the generational effect is there for a reason.
In my experience, his MARS on my PLUTO (0°) is keenly felt. And, I can't deny the effects of my URA square his VENUS (0°) either.
His NEP on my MOON is another story. At 3°, it's actually quite felt -- but generational. One of my soul sisters has hers 2° conjunct it.
That's something, isn't it? Two individuals to come into my life born in the same year, independently, and 13 years my senior? It clued me into something going on with the '67 set.
Let's take something more colloquial.
Being born in 1980, I'm of the PLUTO in the early 20th degrees of Libra. And, with my SUN right at 19° Libra, it's hit squarely within 2° with all of my peers. You'd think I might feel constantly intimidated, fear manipulations, and intuit power plays with anyone from 1980-1981.
I don't.
Since my SUN is there, I'm a SUN conjunct PLUTO, 2°. I've learnt the tricks of the transformation trade, and I am, to be sure, a bit of a bad ass. It had to be developed; I had to go through the trials and tribulations.
They began with a young man at the age of sixteen. Born in 1979, his PLUTO is 0°00 my SUN. Retrograde.
Yes. 0°00.
Within seconds of our meeting, he was obsessed. He had to have me, and was not above intimidation tactics and violent threats to achieve that end. He was also, technically, a multiple homicide offender. I hesitate to use the term 'serial killer' as I don't recall the details of his murders. To this day, I toss about likelihood of certain signatures in my head, almost as a nervous activity.
After I rejected his advances (politely!) and began dating the man who would be my boyfriend for that spring and summer; he would tell me, out of the blue, 'I killed you before; I might have to do it again.'
Those words, in essence, changed my life. My career path. My destiny.
I was going to study physics. Modern physics -- theoretical, specifically quantum. I was going to minor in theatre. Psychology is my background, but it became the foreground -- fast. The chief focus. I'd go on to build my own degree in Forensic Psychology at a prestigious college. That was going to lead me to the FBI -- but, you know how things go.
I wasn't sure how to respond. No one did. They already knew he was -- well, hardly psychotic -- but undeniably bold. Shocking. Brilliant and deeply troubled. That's a bad combo.
My poor SUN came along, and his PLUTO locked on to it with a death grip. I'd recall those years a bit like Christine Daae must've felt in Leroux's classic tale, facing off against the mad genius Erik, the 'phantom of the Palais Garnier'. He would both stalk me and strike terror in those who treated me with anything less than utmost respect. Bullies quickly found themselves facing certain death if they dared do harm to me. And yet, so did my boyfriend at the time.
Our first date was cancelled on account of his being run out of his lane, head-on colliding with a truck in the opposite one. Severe case of whiplash, and a totalled hatchback.
Or, as Mr Pluto said, 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.' Gaily. He was practically skipping, relaying the news of my boyfriend's being home from school to recover from the accident.
I ... had no words. My head spun; it was surreal. There I was in the hallway, as we were all going to our classes, and staring, dumbstruck, in his wake. I had no idea what to do, either. My boyfriend was understandably terrified. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to chance taking on his ire again. The administration was a corrupt force of greed. He came from a very wealthy family (as did we all) and were willing to turn a blind eye to a student's homicidal history and willingness towards recidivism.
I could run, or I could face it. I'd been an astrologer for several years. Never had I fathomed I'd meet anyone whose PLUTO would conjoin my SUN to the minute. The fact that I had was hardly coincidence.
I asked him what he wanted. Me, of course. Well, that wasn't happening. He wanted control. He also craved companionship and acceptance. Understanding. He needed another genius to look beyond the horror of what he had done.
He needed a profiler.
And that's what I became.
I played the Starling to his Lecter; I was the captive audience for the remainder of his matriculation. And, in turn, he left my boyfriend -- well, ex-boyfriend, whom he'd properly pegged for a narcissist -- alone.
He would, however, appear from seemingly nowhere when circumstances left me to a moment with a former attacker -- alone. Suffice it to say, he feared for his life -- and never came around again.
A year later, I was graduating, at the top of the school. He had since enrolled in the military in a programme for officer training. Special forces, I'd heard, 'through the wire'. But that final week, he went to each of the dozen or so classrooms, finally locating me. He wanted to personally extend congratulations. Someone with a loud mouth stated which university I was going to attend, and, that the FBI had taken interest in me.
Ohhhhh, how the twinkle in his eyes danced. 'I guess we'll be seeing each other again sooner than I thought.'
And he left. Behind him, hand gestures of 'crazy' and 'what a weirdo' among others. One of my classmates specifically turned to me and said, 'has he always been that creepy?' I told him that he had.
Yet somehow no one except those who caught his anger had any idea. He was just, y'know -- quiet. Weird. An oddball. Smart but strange. I'm 'just their type', it would seem.
That, to me, is the aspect, in a nutshell through the lens of my personal experience.
So, he felt it.
Did he know any other Librans? I'm sure he had, even if they weren't really conjunct his PLUTO. And I'd be the only SUN conjunct PLUTO individual; especially with my SUN exactly upon it.
To me, it was a waving red flag, soaked with destiny. It made me what I became. A trial by fire which I survived. To this day, I've been told I was foolish and too brazen too think for a minute he wouldn't kill me. But I knew, somehow, that's not what he wanted.
He wanted control -- of me, of my destiny. He had a karmic agreement to bring me to face my demons and become the monster hunter I am today.
Crazy stuff.