Dear Subscribers, Readers and Friends,

The Weekly Horoscopes have been uploaded to the site. This week’s horoscopes cover the September Monthly Horoscopes and will be posted to the free portion of the site at the end of the week.

Meanwhile, I’m here writing waiting for the workshop to begin in a couple of hours. It continues until late tonight and then until mid-day tomorrow. With a full house I will be camping out in the backyard tonight. They’ve predicted rain but it should be an adventure none the less. I’ve never been camping, so I get to try it out in tame conditions with easy access to a shower.

I’ll be back with more late Sunday, aspects for the weekend are posted in the blog below this one.

Under the stars and dreaming,

Priya

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I am now available for Private Astrology Consultations. Please visit Consultations link on top of page for information and payment details. You can email me at priya@priyakale.com to schedule an appointment or for further information. Thanks and I look forward to being your astrologer. — pk

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Philosopher’s Stone

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I’m still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And I’m looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And I’m searching for and
I’m searching for the philosopher’s stone

And it’s a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll
I’m on the road again and I’m searching for
The philosopher’s stone
Can you hear that engine
Woe can you hear that engine drone
Well I’m on the road again and I’m searching for
Searching for the philosopher’s stone

Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
It’s a hard road, it’s a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well you’ve got me searching for
Searching for, the philosopher’s stone
Even my best friends, even my best friends they don’t know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
I’m on the road again and I’m searching for the philosopher’s stone

It’s a hard road even my best friends they don’t know
And I’m searching for, searching for the philosopher’s stone

— Philosopher’s Stone, Back On Top, by Van Morisson