Thursday, 16 August 2012
Psychic Philosophy for Today (16th August 2012)
Their sting in the tail is for being too close to knowing the truth, that their behaviour becomes drastic for expecting what they are to gain.
When things started to go around is where to feel like this lovesick puppy, that your true feelings is not for where but more of what you do where your heart really lies.
Your mind is filled with this music that you could manage to play this tune out of your ears, this is where it shines with your talent.
There is always this missing piece to the story, that part you have to find that makes sense of it all. As if someone has taken the plot and are missing out on the action, only you will have bigger fish to fry if you wish to pursue it.
It can not be any more clearer with this tears of joy, but this is not you. They are too familiar with this otherside to you that they always been connected with that the tears can be a distraction to someone other. While someone makes themselves comfortable and known for their usual routine and loving talks, really they are planning for more room for living too tightly.
In the forest; this returned lost item, this resurfaced old writing, like the old writing desk it is from the first gifted child. The serpents believe to be a stuck old record and continue to look on with this talisman. As to believe past scriptures can determine the future is placing those eggs in the basket. Rather to carry on as normality as they always believed.
In the stones; still holding onto that piece of string that keeps them from being let go when they already moved on in another direction as if to forgot to tell you, even if to accidently break away you pull them back with force and they feel the need of protecting from you, a love who spells it with a capital L is also confused with this back and forth emotions.
1 Samuel Ch.24:V.13 "As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon thee."
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