Saturday, January 11, 2025. I check the car door handle twice to ensure it’s closed. “Where did I put my headphones?” I search hurriedly through all the pockets of my jacket, shielding my hands from the biting morning cold. Hans Zimmer, Radiohead, or Frank Ocean? It’s a good walk ahead, and I need to wisely choose the soundtrack that will accompany me to class.

I look up and see the sun making its determined way through the grey clouds and the ruins of the IMGB platform: “Looks like it’s going to be a nice day.” I’ve learned to read the signs of the sky since my childhood, on my way back and forth to school. The monochromacy of the clouds, the wind’s rhythm, the song, the absence or speed of birds in flight—all helped me predict in advance if it would rain, though I rarely used this to my advantage. The umbrella often remained hanging in the hallway of my parents’ house. Because, even as a child, I understood that it’s better to travel light, even under the threat of rain.

The murmuring of the starlings. The thought that I’m the only one still analyzing the text left by the contrails is sealed by a rare and beautiful phenomenon: A massive flock of birds synchronizes in a ritual dance, not around a fire, but in the air. As Labiş would say, “they dance wild, satanic games,” only the games take place in the sky and are more “divine.” I quickly search on Google and find that this ritual is called a “murmuration” and it’s specific to starlings. I whisper softly and fill the cold air with my warm breath: “The murmuration of the starlings. What a poem!” I read quickly and learn that the ritual occurs either at dawn or dusk, as the starlings aim to socialize, protect themselves from danger, and keep each other warm. How do the starlings know to fly in sync, spinning dizzyingly at the same speed and, most importantly, in the same direction? And why haven’t I seen their murmuration until now?

Once arrived in the classroom, the brightly colored cover of the notebook I bought six months ago catches my eye. Ah, speaking of satanic games, I even forgot that this agenda had a Phoenix on it! How inspired I thought was the choice in that moment! I told myself it would be perfect to symbolize my own catharsis achieved alongside my extended psychotherapy training family. I open it and read the tiny words: it wasn’t an ordinary Phoenix, but a Firebird, also called the Bird of Happiness, and the design was inspired by a story from Russian folklore. A hunter carves a wooden bird for his sick son and ties it above his bed. Miraculously, the bird comes to life, and the boy instantly recovers, exclaiming: “Here is the Sun!”

Dancing with Pluto. The murmuration of the starlings and the story of the Firebird lead me to think of Pluto, the planet of death and rebirth, of catharsis, regeneration, depth, shadow, and inner power. Since last year, on November 19th, Pluto entered Aquarius, the zodiac of astrology, astronomy, science, innovation and progress, friendship, the masses, and the collective unconscious. It’s the first time, since its discovery, that it enters Aquarius and will stay in this sign until 2044, when Pluto will make its final ingress into Pisces.

Karmically, Pluto plays an extremely important role, being a point of sublimation for the karma of aggression. In my case, until the age of 12, besides the mentioned fracture, I suffered several injuries on my left leg. 24 years later, in the karmic astrology module, I would learn that the decision to enroll in the dance course at the Children’s Club stopped the mysterious series of injuries. I remember how I practiced the steps at home and how the downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Geta (who is now among the stars), would knock on the radiator, hoping I would give up. I didn’t.

Long before I knew what aggression karma was and what sublimation meant, I was liberating myself through dance. Sometimes I danced my sadness, other times my anger, and imagined what the world would look like if we all danced our fear, our anger or sadness. Since I was 12, I’ve been sublimating the karma of aggression through Pluto in the 12th house. Since 12, not a day goes by without dancing. A different kind of show, but one that no one watches. Something similar to Dancing with the stars. But it’s more Dancing for karma. Or Dancing for myself. Only I don’t dance alone; I dance with Pluto. And the more I dance, the more I dream and project myself as a odalisque in a Turkish harem, a gypsy in the firelight, a Sufi spinning endlessly to “The Dance of the Soul,” a Phoenix reborn from its own ashes, (and back home) a child dancing its sadness to a Cesária Évora morna.

Plutocracy. Pluto in Aquarius will bring in the next 20 years major transformations at the level of the collective unconscious through the acceptance and integration of the shadow, through progress and technological innovations, through social reforms in education, health, and the economy. The sextile with Neptune in Aries (from March 31) and then with Saturn in the same sign (starting May 25) will encourage us to listen to our native intuition, to show ourselves in all our authenticity, to dare to dream, to bring our imagination into reality, to use artificial intelligence responsibly, sublimating collective anger and aggression and channeling this energy into a new beginning. A restart for creators and plutocrats who assume the shadow and transmute it for the collective good. Starting July 7, the trine with Uranus in Gemini will stimulate visionary thinking and accelerate innovation and technological developments (especially in IT and Telecom).

Like Pluto, the term plutocracy is almost always used in a pejorative sense. Plutocracy, also known as plutonomy or plutarchy, is a form of (shadow) governance of the society by the rich, the influential, the wealthy. But what if we changed our perception of what wealth means and focused on true wealth? How would the transformation look at the collective level? A circle that recognizes both its shadow and its light. A society where we all dig into our souls until we reach utopia. A company where dissociation and repression are replaced by containing emotions. An entourage where greed, jealousy, and envy transform into friendship and fraternity. A community where shame turns into love for people and humanitarianism.

A fellowship where fear is just the first step towards courage, originality, and freedom of expression. A network where man uses his native intuition to responsibly nourish artificial intelligence. A co-creation of free will. A world that sublimates its karma of aggression by dancing with Pluto on Earth. And we would all be like the starlings, painting the sky at dawn and dusk, keeping each other warm and protecting one another from danger. We would fill ourselves eternally with the divine by emptying ourselves of the old self.