Psychic Philosophy for Today (12th October 2013)

A place for a feast to celebrate memories has everything so perfect the new flame that begins has no cause to slowly put out. Something that happens whenever too much excitement builds up.

Wanting to play the harp strings yet the want is by others as if they are playing it themselves, which tangles matters and has this feeling for being the instrument too and not the composer.

Like music to their ears when they hear you approaching their door, just the entrance had been too sharp to the point when near.

The nativity of it all is so sacred that the novelty of it is kept behind a secure heart, from where it is opened up and played out.

Thoughts that light up the mind has that stroke of luck to lighten up darkened areas in their outlook, yet those dreams to be put into effect are a long distance off. These stories to tell others are causing dreams to be weaved, and not to sleep on them but to sit on them for thoughts to wait upon.

In the forest; lovers make their way to the far back of the fields, at places of intervals sit in arm and arm looking out at their dwellings. Finding a place to be away from all the commotion, the distraction, the roaring sounds of the ocean crashing against the rocks, the preparations of the special event. Looking out watching their world go by, enjoying eachothers company with kisses and hugs. Some take matters further, yet each couple are in their own small world with themselves being there.
Makes them wonder how a happy home they truly have.

In the stones; a place to go shop has chemistry going on that takes it right through the night, it takes till to see the otherside of the moon to write about it and reveal all, only a lover throws their rattle and recalls for a childhood memory wanting to use this as means to overtake those loving words.


2 Samuel Ch.22:V.37 "Thou hast enlarged my steps under me; so that my feet did not slip."