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Another Time

~ Piece, of the Sky

time travel

Pisceans are old souls. A Pisces is a soul that has been through all the other signs before, as Pisces is the 12th and Final House. The soul of a Pisces has seen everything before already; it is hard to surprise a Pisces. Life holds many instances of Deja-vu for them. From their prior lives, in other signs and other Houses, Pisceans have a vast psychic inheritance.

Pisces is the last House, where the Zodiac Cycle moves beyond this life and into the Next. They are more attuned to the cosmic wheel of karma, and are thus more empathetic and just, as a result. They are focused on the big picture, the karmic flow of the universe.

Pisceans are a bridge between the worlds and are very interested in transcendence and humanity moving beyond its current hang-ups to a greater, more enlightened, existence. Pisceans are natural healers, chaplains, listeners, diviners, dowsers, and era-defining visionary leaders, e.g. George Washington and Albert Einstein. As the Piscean soul cycles out of the twelves Houses into the next world, he or she brings humanity to a higher plane.

The Pisces holds the secrets to the past lives that he or she has lived – and the subconscious motivations of any life that follows, in the new beginning of another cycle, as the old soul reincarnates anew. The Pisces that understands both this life and the one to come, is dynamically posed to be an and oracle, a visionary. This person knows a great deal, in terms of spiritual knowledge, and can understand the underpinnings of the ages.

The Pisces must learn to traverse many psychological landscapes, to spiral and reel the spirit farther and farther out in time and space, across generations, beyond ancestors, back to the beginning of time. The Pisces must learn and re-learn innovative ways to get back to different definitions of home.

Another time. Another place. Different emotions. But all still the same. One life. One Pisces. One unity. One reincarnation. A Pisces shouldn’t have been born in an earlier time; A Pisces has already lived in another time. That is the psychic and spiritual inheritance of a Pisces.

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Disclaimer: Astrology is an artificial, fictional system, used for fun and pop psychology.

Floating Signifier

~ Piece, of the Sky

not here

Ran walked hunched over, under her umbrella – her black leather shoes, and the feet of her gray slacks, getting wet. She turned into Zibetto, and found a seat facing the window.

She got the cappuccino, blond roast, and a prosciutto panini. Ran opened a nearby newspaper to read. The music in the espresso bar was piping hot Bossa nova jazz, redolent of a faraway, tropical land.

Alli met her there, bustling through the door, in a black pea coat, hydroplaning across the floor. She ordered a macchiato and sat down next to Ran. They sometimes grabbed lunch together there, when they could.

Steam rose from her beverage, misting Alli’s glasses, as she took a sip, “Not to talk about exes, but Kaan said she glimpsed Dallas, at the Grand Hyatt, the other day. She must be back from Thailand. I told you about Dallas, didn’t I?”

Ran folded the paper, “Maybe you did, long ago. Remind me again of who she is?”

“She was an old girlfriend of mine. We went to Fiji together, once. Dallas went to Australia to do a semester of graduate research and I waited for her. She came back, but I never heard from her. She was living with Kaan’s former girlfriend Aspen, by the time I found out she was back in the states.”

“I see. That’s horrible!” Ran turned on the stool to face her.

“Dallas was the one who left Kaan to pick up the pieces. I moved on too. Kaan is still not happy about what happened. Aspen never came back.”

“Right,” Ran said, “Who does something like that?”

Ran looked at Alli with concern. She then turned back to the window, the street motley and the view diffracted through hundreds of raindrops. Ran’s stomach flip-flopped, as she took a sip of her Sumatran coffee.

Unperturbed, Alli also looked out the window, before tapping a bleating notification on her phone. “I got to get back to the office; I have to get on a conference call. Our accounting department rep had a fall and can’t come back after lunch.”

“Yes, no problem,” Ran held her hand and Alli squeezed her shoulder. She left a tenner for the meal and was whisked out the door, with the same speed, with which she had entered.

The streets hadn’t cleared, even in the rain. Pizza deliverers for Uber Eats rode by, with pies piled high and lashed down on the backs of their bikes. A bus knelt into the curb and disgorged itself of an afternoon rush hour load of passengers.

Behind the window pane, Ran thought of the blond at the bar, Was that Dallas? Did I meet the one who hurt Alli? And Kaan?

Another customer entered, raindrops rolling off a beige wool coat. The gust that followed in his wake threw the ears of her newspaper in disarray. Disconcerted, Ran paid for the food and stepped outside, under the awning. Thin streams of water poured down in front of her. Could that really be Dallas?

She stepped out into the downpour and hailed a taxi, trying to forget about what she had just heard.

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