The Destruction and Rebirth of Pluto

🌍 EARTH — The Rooted One

Voice of Wisdom. Tone: Calm, grounded, structured.

There came a time when the soil of my life could no longer bear the weight of what I had planted in youth. Old roots—formed from survival, loyalty, fear—had grown thick around the core of me. Pluto didn’t just whisper change; he shook the very ground beneath my feet. The structures I once relied on collapsed—relationships, titles, even my sense of self.

But I did not fall. I yielded.

Through the upheaval, I learned what remains when all else is stripped away: discipline, devotion, and discernment. I became loyal not to comfort, but to truth. I stopped performing and started becoming. What was once rigid in me softened just enough to be reshaped.

This is the rebirth: I am now a steward of my own becoming. I no longer build out of obligation—I build with intention. Slowly. Steadily. In truth.

🌊 WATER — Flow

Voice of Emotion. Tone: Lyrical, sacred, intuitive.

I wept in silence more times than I can count. Not the dramatic kind of crying—but the deep soul ache that floods your chest and leaves you gasping for air in your own home. That was Pluto too.

He taught me that healing isn’t pretty. It’s messy. Wet. Unspoken. I was asked to feel the fullness of everything I tried to avoid—abandonment, longing, betrayal, rage. And then to let it pass through me without drowning in it.

But in those tears, I found sacred water. I found the soft strength of emotional resilience. I remembered that my body knows things my mind can’t name.

Now I hold space for myself like the ocean holds the moon—gently, faithfully, without needing to fix a thing. I am no longer afraid of my feelings. I live in rhythm with them. I trust my inner tides.

🔥 FIRE — Flame

Voice of Power. Tone: Bold, passionate, declarative.

Pluto burned everything.

He took the masks, the manipulations, the roles I played to be palatable. He torched the lies I told myself about what love was supposed to look like. And from the ashes, he handed me a choice: stay small, or rise.

I rose.

I am not the same woman. I no longer wait for permission. I no longer dilute myself to make others comfortable. I speak from the gut, not the script. I am fire-baptized. I am sovereign. I am whole.

Yes, I burned bridges—but I also burned through illusions. I stopped apologizing for my power and started owning it. Now I only align with what lights my spirit. And if it doesn’t? I walk.

🌬️ AIR — Wind

Voice of Clarity. Tone: Expansive, intelligent, articulate.

Pluto sharpened my mind as much as he softened my heart. He forced me to think deeper, question harder, and see with new eyes. He broke open every fixed identity I clung to—mother, partner, leader—and asked, “Who are you when no one is watching?”

That question rewrote me.

I began observing instead of reacting. I connected the dots between trauma, patterns, soul contracts. I understood that endings aren’t punishment—they are punctuation. And I stopped trying to make others understand me before I understood myself.

Now, I walk with inner clarity. My voice is cleaner. My thoughts are lighter. My boundaries are firmer not from fear—but from wisdom. I no longer live in mental noise. I live in truth.

FINAL WORD:

Pluto’s gift is not destruction. It is truth.

I was stripped not to suffer—but to remember.

I died in parts of myself I no longer needed,

So I could resurrect as a woman I barely recognized—

But now deeply love.

And I did not rise alone.

I rose with my roots.

I rose with my tears.

I rose with my fire.

I rose with my voice.

I am not who I was.

And thank God for that.