Psychic Philosophy for Today (8th April 2013)

They'll put their name on it to prove how things were while there are others who try to change the course of history.

When pathes cross, while trying to sweep matters under the carpet there is that one who sticks their oar in. Let's hope it is a problem shared a problem halved.

No point making a loud roar about it as that is not the way to grab the bull by it's horns, or you could end up hurting yourself with the words to eat.

Silence is deadly, as while to hold blank thoughts is the time they really listen out for, as they say while the cats away the mice will play.

Having weight on your mind clearly your face shows the frustration for where to begin first. Perhaps a helping hand to take some of the load off and to relax, as those who wait are just sitting ducks who concentrate on nothing but the more important matters.

In the forest; and now pasts recur, like old ghosts who walk back into everyones lives expecting it to be just like how it was before. As the old buried ancient evolves again from when they once stood, and the Holy Shrine slowly resurfacing into place. Only heavens are crossed wires with pathes to take, as the town drifts from the fields, a divide between the rural outdoors and the enclosed homes for village life. As to shut off people away from any such knowledge or gain in these areas. That the only one or thing to keep the people together with the open space of roaming cattle that charge across and the prosper growing crops. Significantly how this buried past had lived and known amongst the area, to follow as a role model that this is how they once lived and this is how they can today.

In the stones; as things become clear there is nothing more to think about but to only listen to those important matters, as some try to make more out of it than there should picks an ear with, whereas a loved one kicks back the dirt as if this is what you only need to concentrate on and not to realise the keen interest elsewhere.


St. Matthew Ch.13:V.6 "And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away."