Kicking off the Autumn Colors of the Sonoran Desert. Does the mighty wrestler smell of crisp apples and fallen leaves?

Pluto:
“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.)

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Pluto-Caroline Casey’s Center for Visionary Activism: Mythic News
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