We are generated by three basic passionate motivations: food, sex, and money. We want to feel good (pleasure) and avoid feeling bad (pain). Food makes us feel very good; besides being vital to our survival, we derive pleasure from its consumption. Sex makes us feel very good; besides being necessary for the propagation of the population, we experience orgasmic thrills from the interaction. Money makes us feel good; besides the security/power/influence it supposedly offers, we identify with the erotic impact associated. All three components constitute the human beings impetus to survive, thrive and connive. Denial of either one of these intrinsic needs dampens thwarts and distorts the character.
In elementary astrology, Scorpio is notoriously known for ruling the passions: sex, money and death. But, I will add food to the esoteric mix. The way a person approaches food is directly related to how he/she feels about money/sex, and, of course, death. Relationships established and maintained with food do more to expose the inner conflict/struggle/engagement of sex, money, death impulses including every fear, perversion, obsession, compulsion, nymphomania, idolatry, abusive tendencies, and/or inability to detach and non-identify. In other words, how we feel about food dictates how we confront, combat and congeal these innate 8th house motivations. Delicious mouth-watering, soul-satisfying, mind- stabilizing, FOOD: the imperial desire of all the pleasures known to man. Think not?
One may be deprived of sex, and though not necessarily preferred or appreciated; he/she could carry on. Taking money away from a person, would more than likely, result in a similar experience of not liking it necessarily but a mere ripple in the existence would be registered. But, deprive a person of his/her food for any length of time, beyond a day or two, and the barbaric tendencies of savage rage would surely flame out of control. Why? Surely, the first reaction immediately brings to mind devastating starvation. Yes, the vehement inherent will to live! No one wants to die; or, so it seems. But, it’s much deeper than what appears on the surface of initial hunger. We want to experience the erotic sensation of food as it passes through our mouths on its way to digestion, assimilation and elimination. We want to be radiated, vibrated, gyrated by (and partake of) the celestially sensual sensations of the electromagnetic gravitational nuclear-fusion exploding chemical-biological-radiation of us consuming ourselves.
No other experience comes close to our having such an undeniably intimate relationship whereby we feel our evolutionary expansion as human beings. In other words, because we are what we eat, we are able to distinguish the reality of our being placed on earth as human vessels of infinite energy. The elemental/mineral/amino acid conversion-combustion which takes place as the result of eating defines dictates and delegates our inestimable journey and reminds us we are NOT who we think we are but derives our heritage from a much loftier place. We essentially know we are Masters of Divine Essence who have merely forgotten our inheritance but refuse to accept we can and will die.
We are instantaneously connected, the moment we place a morsel of food inside our mouths; though we are never disconnected; we are not cognizant of this basic life-sustaining fact, unless and until we bite into food. Yes, we consume us and it is grand. Every piece of food we place within our bodies is but the same configured elements of exactly what constitutes our physical presence. We do not consume anything that is not what we are made of. It’s impossible. We experience the ingestion of the divine when we eat. Since divinity is comprised of everything that exists, we “live, move and have out being” because of what we eat.
So, what does that have to do with sex and money? (Everything and nothing) Everything, because we are everything that we eat, and nothing, because behind it all, [the infinite variations of food we dissolve into our bodies] is the ‘nothing’: the ineffable undefined, un-manifested divine which continually manifests. In the act of sex, we are only partially consuming ourselves by the act of intercourse. We have entered into the body of another, whose very elemental human fabric is the identical celestial nature of our own. We experience the ineffable orgy of making love to god when we penetrate or are penetrated by another. What we are seeking in every lovemaking act is to experience the union with the divine. The moment of orgasmic ecstasy is but a minuscule fleeting of that indescribable expression of the divine.
Money is sensual, sexual energy. We experience the invisible pulsating, radiating, and gyrating energy as it moves in and out of our lives. Like a well-orchestrated sex act, we marvel in its presence. We sense the innumerable places it has been, where it is going and how it transforms and destroys lives of those it touches, in much the same way, as we inherently intuit the many, many places we’ve been, are going and are yet to go, in the cycling process of being transformed by and through ingesting ourselves. We transform and are transformed by the moving in and out of the dubious relationships, ‘having sex’ with the power/influence of money. We bow to its effigy. We recognize the sanctified spirit, continually wooing its advances, like an attractive lover. The erotically irresistible lover is none other than Pluto.
Pluto, so they say, is the smallest planet (dwarf), in proposition; so small, having been reduced from the status of planet to asteroid, stills carries a hell-of-a-wallop in power. I’ll leave the facts and figures to the astronomers. My discussion deals with the hypothetical astrological Pluto. Everyone has the sign Scorpio and Pluto placed definitively in the natal chart, somewhere. We are guided, prodded, probed and imploded by its sexually stimulating effects. Our appetite is determined from its intricately imposing position and paradoxical presence. Could be that the ‘death of our human identity’ (the ego that so easily and completely besets us) would become our ally and friend instead of ruminating enemy we contend with as mortals; should we become familiar with the Scorpionic and Plutonic energy in the natal chart.
We devotedly cling to an over emphasized human being and then have the audacity to call ourselves spiritual. Perhaps, we could be cosmically psycho-analyzed from the house placement of PLUTO and degree of Scorpio. If we could but break through the iron-convictions we hold about who and what we are, we may just get to the only true sexual impetus that provokes us. We are NOT simply humans but gods in the making; or better stated ‘gods perpetrated and substantiated’ by the evolving earth experience. Nothing else but recognizing our sensual relationship with food will bring the esoteric spiritual wisdom we seek.
Trying to understand why things (sex, money, death) happen as they do is impossible if one does not incorporate the deeper meaning attached; the relationships with food. Nothing occurs that is not part of the divinely invested plan. We, as the individual, may think that we are in control of our own personal agenda, but the opposite is the case. Everything that takes place brings us to a deeper clearer perception of the meaning of our particular hallowedly sacred purpose while inhabiting the earth plane. No matter what superficial pleasure we may be engaged in, the real lesson is to embrace, observe and accept the sensual necessity of occult motivation to seek the things and people we do. Remember: we are always making love to God through the food we eat, sex we engage in and money we hoard or release. It’s an interesting thought to ponder.