Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Psychic Philosophy for Today (5th September 2012)


Tools do eventually become over-worked yet is seen as poetic art when together put in a more colourful picture.

Twice they tried to take you to the dry cleaners and as they say, third time lucky something comes up clean.

Think of the sentimental value when it comes to having your name up in lights, even if the best they can do is their own homemade neon ornament.

When it comes to the birds and bees where to count the days and weeks there is some gaps to fill in. Particularly those long distant travels, where someones domineering keeps them quiet as they prefer them in the bosses chair where the chemistry is made.

In the forest; oddily enough the fish in the sea are complaining that their water is being drained from the oceans. So a few bolts are tightened causing a trickle of magical water to only appear, if anything. Of course, there is the sympathy tune played which is as annoying as the fiddle it is played upon. Least it can do is scare those fish away, alas. Holding herself back in the shadows is Our Fairy Princess, mysteriously as a mermaid. So they can walk on land after all, perhaps a sign that Our Fairy Princess is on the case already, whichever circumstance it turns out to be. Think the message is getting across somehow.

In the stones; there is a moment when time comes to a standstill and as if the past hour just leaped across even those who can give the time of day is at a wide berth, infact time is not existing literally melting away which is where they do worship the ground you walk on, love who manages to just about keep track of time before all is gone too soon and knows exactly that winning match.


Ezekiel Ch.44:V.5 "And the Lord said unto me, Son of man, mark well, and behold with thine eyes, and hear with thine ears all that I say unto thee concerning all the ordinances of the house of the Lord, and all the laws thereof; and mark well the entering in of the house, with every going forth of the sanctuary."

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