Psychic Philosophy for Today (10th February 2014)

It's not just balancing books upon your head, will need those hands and feet to rely on too, as the brain can only think for the different areas.

Those unwatched places are as to leave those in the dark, reaching out for the light and have that path laid for them, as some wait in the dark.

A face that has an empty look, a gamble on the answer to the question, that if to find the answer is as to touch something that did not need fixing and to become broken in the process of questioning.

Knowledge places that shelter, if not a roof over the head a place to keep what has been achieved out of sight. As some are keen to know of your abilities, as most follow those for teachings and answers, it takes a genius to be unique whether there is old past methods or future ways for doing so.

Only seeing half of the story for that time they shared with love in their eyes and a hot mind. As any snake that spits its poison, it becomes double the fun for someone who has all the time on their hands for a delicate and natural sense. Spring must really be round the corner.

In the forest; upon dryland and the shipwrecked members of the crew begin to make their ground to be on abit more comfortable. As good as it can be, using the broken parts of the ships main body and turning them on the ground to make a solid sheltered place to sleep under. Salvaging whatever they can find to make use for their deserted time they now endure. While parts of the ground are boggy and sinkable, they try to pull back up anything that had slowly fallen down a small swamp, to see only the top of mast and crows nest that still the young lad remains in. It's a long road ahead, knowing somewhere out there is a lost member of their crew, a mother with her child whom has taken refuge in the village and following their ways. To be under their ruling and strife with pathes they make and work they encourage, to think must be as abandoned in hell. Not far in the distance those dark, pointed forms of rock, the entrance to resemble an open large cave. With a spirit of a dragon that drifts past in the clouded atmosphere. Those pointed rocks are actually it's nest and eggs, now sensing the formation for a rounded dwellings, that was destroyed by the erupting and cooling lava of a fierce volcano. Eggs that have been turned to stone and still have some sense of life in them, as if they can still crack open anyday.

In the stones; no matter how far back you sink your head to rest those dreams only occur when to have those feet up, with the need to quietly tippy toe around with guidance the dreams are nothing but a silver lining upon a rainy cloud, having a passionate yet also commanding love whom makes to sit up and see as having dreams of their own to weave in mind.


Proverbs Ch.25:V.17 "Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house; lest he be weary of thee, and so hate thee."