Friday 2 December 2011

Psychic Philosophy for Today (2nd December 2011)

A test of strength just to see how much you desire those sweet tasting cakes. The cake box may be opened but there is a trick to it. 

Someone waits for the vacant space to become occupied before they begin to open their bag of ideas.

Offered to you on a decorative plate is that exotic destination only the letterbox remains opened.

Slow like a snail following its antenna seems to show that tortoise and hare race. If only to be a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly when the chips are down.

If the cat has got the cream then how comes there is none left for the cat to lap up. Which brings on the old to recap over.

Is it the fact they copped off or that the gossiping for possibilities that has you for disgust? Being that you always were brought up to be neat and tidy, has that someone with nothing but annoyance.

In the forest; come from the west a hungry strong wind, one that will devour on any remaining leaves on any trees. Which makes it rough at sea but a good sign too as the fish nets cast out will drift further to gather more fish. Only not far behind is playful kitty knowing there to be fish at stake and pulls out another trick from its hat. The women making their praises with arms up in the air at the congregation come up with their own plan, that if any given fallen trees appear during this strong wind may be used with the boulders to create an even stronger barrier. As if everything is happening by to protect itself, like letting nature to take its course.

In the stones; being only a stones throw away but its the being in a spin that has you thinking for distance as well as being a fairground attraction, though to come up smelling of roses like a rose between two thorns has it more of a group attraction, where love who likes to pack up their troubles and carry them over his shoulder makes it a long shot with those vibes they pick up.


2 Kings Ch.3:V.2 "And he wrought evil in the sight of the Lord; but not like his father, and like his mother: for he put away the image of Baal that his father had made."