Veil-less catharsis

What do you get when you're in eclipse season and a stellium in Pisces is happening in your 3rd house? A musical swirling catharsis storm inside.

The veil is lifted, the mist is gone. No earthly spirits needed. Neptune is the spirit.

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We’re in the land of confusion as Genesis says. 

There is an eye in the sky called Sirius who is looking at you, who can read your mind coming from Gemini.
Madre dolcisima Madonna has a little prayer as life is a mystery being frozen when you're heart's not open but it's broken.
In the shadows, according to the Rasmus, there is no sleep until you're done with finding the answers.
Careless whispers from a genius friend from the promised land. Terra promessa, a mondo diversa, says Eros. Prometheus knew.

Fatalita, il mio destino è legato a te, amica mia. Il sogno dové? 

In the sound of silence you might get disturbed as a creep weirdo says 'hello darkness my old friend', he's gonna talk to you again. 

At the dark side of the moon, beyond the invisible there's the Enigma as there is a never ending story to bring you back to life, the nesciense from Eve. It’s a great gig in the sky.

The home of peculiar children are wishing you were here as time travelling brings you to November when the rain comes again and it's purple.
Out on the wily, windy moors of the wuthering heights, Cathy is at home, cold and having bad dreams in the night. She's lost on you on a painted sky whilst the scorpions are still loving you. She's losing the fight but the separation brings the witch. 'You can shoot me down, but I get up, I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, I'm Titanium', as she knows it's only love on the brain. 

I see what is happening here, dona nobis pacem through the veil of time.

You’re face to face with greatness and it’s strange for the wonderful world you know. It's the greatest show and this is me. The total eclips of the heart rolls into the deep. All you have to do is turn around as nothing else matters, Kayleigh still remembers the chalk hearts melting on the playground walls, it's just another brick in the wall. Misty water called memories of the way we where. Never torn apart as it makes wine from the tears. Just dig if you will a picture from the twilight zone, it's stuck as a tattoo. 
But don't dream as it's over as the house is too crowded. It was only the phantom of the opera with the angel of music.

The cars stopped chasing as it's probably a deja-vu where we've met before. I'll rise through the 4 seasons.

Just be, there's a page that aches for a word which speaks on a theme that is timeless. As a song in search of a voice that is silent.

Ameno, it’s just an Era for Tabula Rasa

Signed,
Katalystic Outlander

November

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