Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Psychic Philosophy for Today (2nd October 2013)


Look upon time can be seen right through, that all to matter is for the hands that tick by. Unless to want to see through and peer out into the outside when trying to have a break. Before someone makes it a concern for their own.

A gift soon becomes encouraging to lead on to that line of work, as if their presence gave that go-ahead.

Tales for where that helping hand has been before soon has interests to make the travels to this place that is reassuring for comfort.

Unless to be the one with the key, trying to gain access can be that cause for a screw loose. Perhaps it was not clear enough.

With a smirking grin and they deserve to have too, for having that choice to have and spoilt for choice it is. Only some have walked this path already and to be devious appear when that path is already trodden, then their name comes to you, an initial 'S'.

In the forest; when the smoke screen is cleared and to walk with their heads in the clouds knowing they will get there. Battling against the wind to force them back like some angry beast huffing and puffing. Though some have already made it past this point, and all the commotion is for fear of being abandoned. A place no one wishes to step foot near, and a place that had been forgotten of as the dark emptiness to discover. Vast land that has potential where to start over, like an army set up camp and begin from scratch. Everyone all together, working together, making use with a gathering, just like a community of ancient years would live. To rebuild that history to already lived through.

In the stones; although a struggle it is what gets placed further that causes the pressure even if the path was not a straight one yet leads to this lit up door, with a state of confusion like in a room filled with vast ideas yet still to lead to this attracting drawn to lit up door, giving the moment for comfort and to relax a love makes this time even still they lead to this same drawn to attractive lit up door.


Amos Ch.8:V.3 "And the songs of the temple shall be howlings in that day, saith the Lord God: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth with silence."

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