Psychic Philosophy for Today (21st December 2013)

Relaxing at home and putting together those perfect ingredients, however the sharpness for it's bite is where to consider for those wheels to turn.

That's it when being the fool, the question is who is fooling who. Through the laughter within the atmosphere can this be where their devious mind comes out.

That purse is open yet with this wager it can be as risky as trying to pin the tail on the donkey.

A head for heights has that light at the end of the tunnel for where that risk to take, just needed something to look forward to.

Prepared for that joyful winter only their presence is for which side of the mountain to be on, as so to speak where pigs might fly. If to talk it over to tighten that loose screw, just do not leave them deserted for too long as it is their feelings to come down hard on.

In the forest; attaching those final pieces so to make sure everything fits into place and the chariot is comfortable for the feathered beast to draw. Placing the catches and leather straps around the large winged creature and easing the carriage on to, where some use bow and arrows to fire across the ropes that will hold tight. During so, the mysterious large feathered creature begins to sing, whistling an enchanting tune, and all before the fire god. Whose flickering flames are now dancing slowly and delirously to this wonderful sound, as to cast a sleepy spell upon him. Sensing that their minds are combining, as for the fire gods own power is needed to set those wheels on fire. As many from all around, tribal men who make smoke signals upon the mountains, priests of holy temples, magical spell makers, all praising this moment. No one see in the distance the approaching mighty men who carry their most highness on the held throne. Slowly making their way across the narrow crevices of the valleys pathes.

In the stones; hearing it through the grapevine to make one's heart bleed where change in direction can only be achieved when all is said and done as to silence after, only questions arise as if where that point to rise above the rumours walls had ears, like the watchful eyes of a restless sleep a love appears and safe guards those rumours.


Psalm Ch.91:V.3 "Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence."