Psychic Philosophy for Today (10th January 2014)

If it was not for the romantic gesture, this special day would comprise of the day you were born and looking over baby photos. Someone knows just how to treat you right.

This perch to be on can be just as to walk the plank, for becoming part of the furniture, can be a feeling for pushed out than to have a restful moment.

Considering that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, there is twice the chance of finding it, however. It will be a case for being from one fair ground to another.

Listening in close to the nest has that exaggerating thoughts to have, abit like counting those chickens before they even hatch for their needs.

A mind so full of rumours are like a chimney giving off smoke, only where to burn that fire is in secret. For where and when to hear for such details and for how to speak of them. Others only have one ear pricked as their mind is focusing on other distractions.

In the forest; a day that anything and everything can happen, so much going on with the demands of young child, to the wanting answers to a question of materialism. The needs of looking after the father of the child, and the well wishers who volunteer to help out. Being in such a hectic state, the time to have to reflect on future plans can only have a thought for new hope. Not even thinking for the new upcoming big event, something Our Fairy Princess is becoming irate over. Appearing in her usual attire, is wanting a decision for which colour thread to use in sowing as part of her costume. With her chariot awaiting, there is this desire to feel more important for a question than the answers for the mothers own mind. Prioritising is no point, with the father sitting back and being under her feet, while waiting to know if a day from slippers to work boots. Or a case for new shiney shoes that has an even longer wait for, as they are put together. The curious looks of young child for why the nannies are not obeying his commands, the well wishers who help keep garden in trim shape are only but distracted to getting much done. Today mother is all over the place and not knowing which way to look for thought first.

In the stones; turning corners to a page before the page to turn has this surreal and delirious corridor to walk down, like spilling the grapes from the vine before to hear the fruit bowl crack only directions are pointed for which way to look, a love who shines that corner to turn like seeing the sun come up and head in that direction can only go with the flow of rumours.


Ezekiel Ch.14:V.(18-)19 "Or if I send a pestilence into that land, and pour out my fury upon it in blood, to cut off from it man and beast:"