Psychic Philosophy for Today (12th February 2012)

Wanting that touch of magic someone comes flying around to make that look you want, where their battles are of greater when to open up that door to them for more followers.

As if butter would not melt in its mouth, perhaps they should of thought of that before the smoke appeared from that dynamite when the door got closed on them.

Not quite the sort of morning you expected but soon things will freshen up.

Those finish touches are getting bigger that someone makes an aim for themselves to fill in with those hot areas.

So much to be pleased about you just can not keep your mouth zipped that it all comes flooding out at once until your hearts content. Leaving someone tongue tied and boggle eyed.

In the forest; the Holy Shrine being back to normality opens up their doors once again. Only these followers appear from the darkest shadows, as to of crossed over from the threshold from a blinded unseen place. Someone at the entrance whom blends in with them all keeps watch for their behaviour as they look mysteriously dreary, as if the dead are walking. In the distance appears like a herd of sheep a mass group all heading in the same direction facing towards this mound of wood. Upon is a black clothed person who beckons the heavens to rain down on him before the fire is lit for a burnt sacrifice.

In the stones; the odds are greater than the evens where to be taken for a ride, although to keep trying they may give their kisses goodbye, a love who comes along like a fresh spring chicken by the scrape of their chin manage to climb those heights they wish to achieve.


2 Chronicles Ch.35:V.10 "So the service was prepared, and the priests stood in their place, and the Levites in their courses, according to the king's commandment."