The Age of Mauve

March 27, 2018April 14, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

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Keo sat in front of a white table-cloth, in a café by the sea. The sun had just set; the sky was a ruddy violet. She was wearing an Oxford blue jacket, over a gray sweater vest.

The wind rushed out to the water, ruffling the red cloth awning. Keo set down her the china tea-cup and looked out to the last vestiges of the day.

She went to the discothèque – flashing lights, darkened room, the entire dance floor flooded with people. Keo sipped a cognac glass of brandy and watched the throng surge to and fro, the lines from the bar, the enthusiastic music lovers surrounding the DJ booth. Keo let the neon waves of light and sound wash over her.

While the party was still at its peak, she took a taxi home, silent cab winding through the cobblestone streets. She woke the next morning, under her white sheets, in a quaint second-floor apartment, with windows that let in the early morning heat.

Once dressed, and armed with a cup of coffee, she looked out onto the balcony, with cars passing below, and vendors hawking fruits and vegetables, from wicker baskets.

The next weekend, she leaned against the wall, watching lavender light sweep through the club. Another woman, in a buttoned-up shirt approached her, and asked in her ear, over the volume of the music, “You don’t dance?”

“I do dance,” Keo yelled back, over the Mediterranean EDM. They did a shy two-step to the remixed pop song and escaped back out into the cool night, to Keo’s favorite café.

“Do you come here often?” the other woman, with a short-cropped, brunette haircut said, gesturing to the coffeehouse and bistro.

“Yes,” Keo said, “The seafood during the day is quite good. Not far from here, you can also take a ferry out to the forested islands.”

“Sounds mysterious.”

“There’s a large park on one of them. Full of marble fountains and swans.”

“Must be magical,” the woman smiled, leaning over her coffee.

“It’s actually quite ordinary,” Keo said, stirring her own cup, “But that’s what makes it magical.”

They stopped to listen to the splash of the oars of a small boat, being rowed out, onto the black waves.

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Another Time

March 24, 2018April 3, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

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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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