Psychic Philosophy for Today (6th June 2013)

Happy to be sitting there together in your enclosed circle, yet it is like a ride at the fair on the waltzers, someone comes along and while already on a bumpy ride get spun here and there. Although others portray a different life comparing to theirs.

You give off these signals like wanting to lead a way to a peaceful and tranquil place, to open a path to a tropical island somewhere to get away from it all. Only, it is not as peaceful as you thought, to be opening that door into your life.

Think for your power animal as a bird, a bird that is walking the plank for knowing too much. There is only two ways about it, either fall into a sleepy state where the heavens come reigning down or take flight.

Tears of a joyful emotion, looks like they are finally to bloom and show how grown up they are. A love that directs them to the right place for the heart, even a love that clouds the judgement over that fairytale for a glass slipper. Even elders where messages are sent at a distance gives up on blowing the whistle, looks like to finally listen to the woman how she has every right to be loved.

For a younger one; source of travel becomes stuck in the middle for choices to make, which ever way to look in, to the right, infront and to the behind is a decision to make. Like going shopping while others focus on those in authority.

In the forest; a gathering of men, seated on pews in a square surrounding with a camp fire burning to keep warmth and light. Some form for celebration, yet there was no battle nor any sporting challenge though to hold up some reward. A skull of the head from a one horned ox, while the men resemble cheeky monkies who slowly agitating to get upto mischief. They are planning to compete, the reward is what they have to try to keep. While torches are lit along the bridge and path, some feel the need to keep watch for any whom approach, like watchmen in the night who come holding the burning flames. Competitive is to come in the form of a challenging kind.

In the stones; although slowly coming down from a high but are you prepared for a bumpy landing as time that seemed like minutes now turn into longer hours, even while wrapped up in cotton wool there are those who still ride upon a stormy cloud and make their time fit into yours, a true love who falls gently with you like the cool rain from the skies makes it also known to been there since time started ticking.


Jeremiah Ch.31:V.26 "Upon this I awaked, and beheld; and my sleep was sweet unto me."