Psychic Philosophy for Today (4th July 2013)

Someone is being a card, a leader of the pack yet it is those who he leads that holds this particular one back. Following a guiding light only the trail to drag out for longer, seems to of taken a step too far and will soon be back amongst those to be suited with.

They have patience as so their grasped hands show only for how long till to twiddle their thumbs. Unless something else preoccupies them and considers for a moment to enjoy relaxation.

It is their fingers that are doing the teaching, although for what is clear to be expected of yet still to point out the obvious.

As to be in metamorphosis, waiting to break free from its cocoon and its heart flutter away like a butterfly. Yet their travels are seen as for a catch by others for knowing which pleasures they wish to find, only that someone they are attracted to waits by every minute passing. The longer they wait the more passionate their mind is becoming.

In the forest; seen from a distance a glaring shining eye like a beast approaching in darkness. Those waiting under the bridge scurry along to the side this beast is on and press themselves against the side so not to be seen. While upon reach on the otherside are those who wait by a gate, a gate that allows to continue through to such place. Gatekeepers keep watch and spot this charging beast like seeing its prey to hunt with is fierce piercing eyes beaming across like lanterns and heavy sounds of feet. Be it that many are making trek to the far distant glowing light that attracts their inner emotions to come near. And that being the side for competition are willing to stand against any form of challenge, as perhaps this being a test for nerves. Or disguised too as a warm glowing light as to be of the same interest as that for on the high peaks that glistens down to all. The beast halts, waits before the approach of the bridge, trying to find its way again perhaps or admiring the falling water fall that pours out of the side of the cliff down into the deepest crevices of the valleys below. Then mumbling voices and scuffling feet like whispering men slowly emerge from the shadow of this beast. It is a carriage drawn by horses with lanterns to light up their way, men in a hurry and request for directions.

In the stones; making them stand out as the world evolves around them and are your world only they stand smaller when to be at the point for reality, with a mind wired in to where they stand amongst others just give cause of them a clouded judgement for where to push the boat out, appearing like a new direction and guidance a love appears in a room and makes those see ahead for clearer days.


Psalm Ch.18:V.4 "The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid."