Psychic Philosophy for Today (12th December 2013)

Before pathes meet there are certain areas in need for sweeping away, out with the old and in with the new so to speak, then those pathes can be walked upon without crossing eachothers.

Someone who stands out, whom speaks out amongst many. Their words are sending round in circles that others have to fill those gaps in.

A picture can speak a thousand words like that of a book, when that book has already been read can that same picture be looked upon the same way as again.

Counting the days, not until that treasure chest appears that those days are then slowly burning down like a lit candle.

In the spotlight has that mind turned up to the maximum, for how much more to turn that interest further is now upto them. Yet there is still something in the back of the mind, like to be looking at the back of theirs, where it is all a jumbled up mess for thinking caps. If wanting to talk things through and get that weight off the mind, someone waits for that alarming call.

In the forest; within the chambers of the Holy Shrine, the cold marbled floors and surroundings, like a museum to keep mysterious found objects. The fire god that dances from a particular stone to another as its means for travel, contained in its own circle of certain stones, to entomb it inside and keep this strange living soul. Unable to pass across the cold foundations of this chamber, like a court to stand in, appears some for a lesson. Standing there like an orchestra to study this dancing flame of fire, and in their thrones being that guardian ruler is the father and mother. With child inbetween as to enjoy this entertainment, to gather thoughts for what to do with this flame that stays alight without any source of fuel. This mysterious god like being, that once helped to clear the way for lost wandering folk, a place for it to be forever inside this cool, peaceful sacred temple. For all to come by and worship, as it flickers and dance to praise their presence.

In the stones; the way may seem shut but the latch is not sealed and remains for passing and had to be a diamond in the rough, it is those watchful eyes that keep pathes of opposite separate like a wall to its castle to be inbetween that a challenge for being worthy is placed, making their words heard is that love who comes knocking that wall down to be seen as well as to rise to that worthiness.


Psalms Ch.145:V.11 "They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy power;"