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Dinky Pluto Loses Its Status As Planet as astronomers approve a new definition for planets
Pluto,
beloved by some as a cosmic underdog but scorned by astronomers who
considered it too dinky and distant, was unceremoniously stripped of
its status as a planet Thursday.
The International Astronomical Union downgraded the ninth rock from the sun in historic new galactic guidelines.
Pluto,
a planet since 1930, got the boot because it didn't meet the new rules,
which say a planet not only must orbit the sun and be large enough to
assume a nearly round shape, but must "clear the neighborhood around
its orbit." That disqualifies Pluto, whose oblong orbit overlaps
Neptune's, downsizing the solar system to eight planets from the
traditional nine. —PRAGUE, Czech Republic, Aug. 24, 2006 By WILLIAM J.
KOLE Associated Press Writer
Pluto Responds –
by Caroline Casey
in an excerpt from her e-newsletter
VisionaryActivism.com
The god of the Underworld, was amused by being called "Dead as a planet." “Of course I’m dead, I’m the god of the dead.”
And
used to being dissed, exiled, albeit at tremendous cost to cultures
that do so. Of course human dementors would like to stick their fingers
in their ears, and say, "no, no, no, we deny the invisible. We deny the
dead, the invisible, the principle of power, the abuse of power known
as plutocracy, now rampant.” Death is cheap, not valued, marketed
wholesale, so that even the god of death is appalled. And if it’s
invisible – we’ll ignore it, which is the essence of the ridiculous
concept and reality of waste and garbage. (Pluto loves compost, decay
in service to new life.)
Let’s remember the astrologer’s
witty quip that “there is absolutely no astrological evidence that
science is anything but a primitive medieval superstition.”
And
also, the Groucho Marxist quip we like to use whenever possible, even
when it doesn’t really fit: "I’ve had a lovely evening. This wasn’t it.
But I’ve had a lovely evening.” (One can fill in the blank of
“evening,” with so many other options, “democracy,” for instance.)
From
the sacred text of Terry Pratchett’s profound and funny novel 'Thief of
Time,' even death recoils at humans undervaluing its enormity, the
ending of so many unique experiments and miraculous stories. In
contemplating humans up to no good in messing with time and death, the
heroine says, about humans planning unspeakable harm to creation :
“they wouldn’t be that stu…”. But then she stopped. “Of course someone
would be that stupid. Some humans would do anything to see if it was
possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere,
with a sign on it, saying 'End-of-the World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT
TOUCH,' the paint wouldn’t even have time to dry.”
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It is the Katrina anniversary. As the Irish say, “God created the potato blight, but the British created the famine.”
Well
humans and their irreverent waste and burning of fossil fuels (more
dissing the dead) create cataclysmic climate change, which creates the
mega-storms, but then humans really created the ongoing disaster in New
Orleans, due to callous indifference. Any country with a modicum of
soul would pull all its resources from war (Iraq etc. and the
ridiculous crusade to conquer more oil) and devote everything to
alleviating the misery of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, spiraling on
out to consider the true art of life – creative, compassionate,
ingenious response in recognition of our kinship in this one large
pulsing dream. Martin Prechtel reminds us, “for want of grief – we go
to war.” We have allowed our grief to be kidnapped and taken hostage by
plutocrats. Until now.
No Scorpio (dedicated to the
Underworld) city more honored the dead than New Orleans. And no
Scorpio city currently less honors the dead than Washington D.C., as
embodied in the obscene jocularity of a Donald Rumsfeld, as the
corporate press corps rolls over and pees in the air as a token of its
subservience. And whenever the public gets close to sniffing out the
hidden truths, the dementors pull out a bit of distracting pornography
– “Look over there, Jon Benet’s killer. Oops, no.” When we know there
are people right in front of us, to whom we have surrendered our
Saturn, our leadership, who are guilty of the murder of countless
little girls (and boys and men and animals and oceans.)
Let’s
vow to be undistractable, aided by Neptune stationing at the unmasking
degree. (“An ominous silence falls as the last man is unmasked at a
masquerade ball.”) Here we go, heading into this season of revelation,
with so much on the line, let us vow to be agents of revelation.
Pluto says, “planet, schplanet,” in the words of ally Steve Bhaerman, “Sure it works in practice, but does it work in theory?”
The
instructions of now, encourage us to be active agents of Pluto,
composting death in every imaginative, visualizing, practical manner
that synchronicity affords us, to suck the “g” out of “kingdom,” and
exhale the energetic chi into the animating of the resulting “kindom.”
Pluto
would like us to collaborate in every way, sucking the energy out of
any death-dealing, up to no good, irreverent violent plot, so that it
is fully revealed, rendered harmless and collapses like a souffle’. As
Vipassana meditation suggests, inhale the world’s grimy plutocracy, and
exhale radiant beauty, now, forever, every day, together, for a few
minutes. Inhale death-dealing tyranny, exhale creative democracy.
And Terry Pratchett adds: “When in doubt – choose to live!”
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