Psychic Philosophy for Today (5th August 2013)

Having this knack for everything to touch sparkles, that even a mighty warrior can be seen pleasant and rich. This is just the one side to look, the other is how a child is raised. Will this child have wool pulled over its eyes like wrapped in cotton wool or what will be will be.

Taking that step too far and gone as far as possibly can go, rely on the young to give guidance and encourage them to make that further reach.

Eating their words can give cause for different choices to make pathes with. Either the more open, making finer details to finalise, or the more secretive route where fingers are burnt while that candle is lit.

Could not be more clearer as to be right between their eyes only their feelings are distracted with other conversations, that words spoken can have the truth juggled with while being led the right way. Once to reach where to read those lips is that finish line to cross where their mind is knotted with memories to recall.

In the forest; finding a place that holds an importance, where the one-horned skull of an ox is kept for making visits. Begin to realise the place has more to discover than just a memory for competitive sport. As if the rain has washed away the built up disguise and cleared to reveal what once was, an important home or temple. High up on the mountain like a fortress that once looked down, stairs carved into the rocks leading out to some higher level, a garden perhaps. This where to see the heavens, a guardian angel that reveals their purpose. They will conceive a child, a child that will have righteousness and worthy to regain this Holy Shrine back to its former glory. This child will hold the heavens opened, keep them close and attract the wise men and priests, as it had once been. This child must be conceived by the seed of a man who had competed in this sporting game. To bring balance and equality to both the villagers and the important powerful people who will hold this shrine together. But she is nobody, just roaming around, wandered in, how can she be of any importance, someone who has loved and lost before. A tainted heart that is loved by a villager, is the key to a special child.

In the stones; surprisingly which one was seen as having their feet under the table while the opposite is holding them to their needs only to be tied down by another, appearing in their corner only as by means playfully since love conquers all and clearly in their arms only this other still wont let it go, a love who really do not need to see all that yet consider it as an art form is no longer the passenger but the one who takes the wheel.


Isaiah Ch.46:V.12 "Hearken unto me, ye stouthearted, that are far from righteousness:"