Psychic Philosophy for Today (8th November 2012)

Their stories are what built the house around them, only to become carried away with their stories, if they can return from the same place they left.

Defending their actions and forgotten to defend themselves that it begins to burn a hole in.

Well wishes are not as they are intended to be but are more for a reminder of their thoughts.

Fighting in your dreams and one that is victorious too that gives the freedom to travel. Only spoken words are tongue tied with love and if only to spread their wings to show their true colours. As that someone has eyes as fresh as the crop they picked.

In the forest; good things do not last, the once deep cavity that had been filled with a flowing waterfall now has become part of the sea. As the water kept flowing so too was the dense walls breaking away, leaving a cliff edge out to the crashing tides. As one hole is gone so too another appears, further in land, not as big and not as deep but the same circular cave like pit. With the wind being sucked in and the damp atmosphere to start any rain storm. A sign of what has been and what can happen perhaps, parts of land that is slowly weeping away into the depths of the oceans. Seems those horizons were intending to go further out than expected.

In the stones; sitting on the ledge soon has you climbing walls and not realising whom trying to escape from that needed just a change in direction, from their place are not willing to open up that easily even if to surrender, a love who comes as gentle as the breeze blowing upon the long blades of grass gives that defending she needs but is as reluctant to accept.


2 Chronicles Ch.2:V.5 "And the house which I build is great: for great is our God above all gods."