Psychic Philosophy for Today (15th January 2014)

Visiting old haunts can be concealing as the cobwebs that now taken hold of the place, although the truth still there to see as if only yesterday had finished for the day and damage already done.

Some things are in need for being screwed down, not for the purpose of it going walkabout but for the harm it can cause. As seasons pass with stories that eyes are focused on, yet it is the wicked mind that know for its true purpose.

The feet are keen to tread yet the date needs to be stamped into their head before breaking loose. Having been grounded down to rules for too long, like a cat with nine lives is about to be granted one of those lives.

Time may tick round but the hands can wander off in other directions, as to work out time and distance in other areas.

A mind with time to write down a few words, either can be done in that sly slithering way or a gentle tempting tease. Knowing it is that keyhole, it is better for the devil to know as already lurked down that corridor. It's a cry in the dark for others when those such words are heard for, as if taken too long in their age of time.

In the forest; and now they are off, it happened so fast than to of seen it begin, there but the dust from the ground to be seen drifting just above. As the chariots race ahead leaving those who spectate to do nothing but talk amongst themselves. Gossiping about this, gossiping about that, pointing towards the next opposite person, looking up at the sky, down to the ground. How every day so far all those who walk down this path, to the boulder that divides the crops in the fields, where the two fieldworkers meet each day. The two fieldworkers that have something new upon each meeting to speak about, and now everyone has something to speak about. Not all of the same thoughts, random individual chit chat, they could however talk for the non-starter. A chariot customed made to look as if to hover above ground, drawn by a peacock. Only the peacocks feathers failed to open from all the snagging of leather straps, and the carriage being too heavy to even be pulled along slowly. Yet, they all ignore this downfall and look away as if for no importance. Heard in the distance, another group of crowd to be entertained by the race, can hear the screams of enjoyment. Imaginary to the mind as if a giant monster had risen from out of the seas water and caused everyone to scream and scarper, with long arms and huge hands trying to reach to grab hold of anything on the land. All to do now is wait for the racing chariots to pass by once again.

In the stones; it is a long stones throw away for wishing any luck that the numbers add up, not wanting to step on anyones toes has a smooth path to take up as the numbers are not figures but people as matters are already bulging at the seams, more concerned not for the distance but the depth the stone can fall as they focus only on their true feelings.


Proverbs Ch.15:V.6 "In the house of the righteous is much treasure: but in the revenues of the wicked is trouble."