Psychic Philosophy for Today (11th February 2014)

Someone has been doing their knitting and stirring up that potion, it is a test for caring. In comparison to others, you are the only one who truly does of the one you hold close to you.

Is it yourself that ties these two places down, or are these two places that link together that has you in chains?

Will need to judge the book by its cover for where they gather together and form, if wanting to see that subtle clue.

No matter how awarding it can be there is only one true medal to wear on their sleeve, and that is their heart. A true heart that can be found through the darkest days and when at crossroads for direction.

In thought is a small petty arguement, an indifference, although gives an idea that not only to talk about but really put that money where the mouth is. If, that is to make them see past that smoke screen and open up their eyes, for being with a mind far back into the tropics.

In the forest; and a wind blows, a gentle subtle wind to send the dust away that has settled. When the dust settles everyone are back to their usual self, their same direction to go in, same routine everyday. As those pathes divide for direction to the sacred Holy Shrine the other that leads to mystery and wonder. Upon this surreal path where those who walk along battle with this same wind, are a few men in cloth and holding nets. Small nets as if to wish to catch passing by butterflies, only their true intentions are to catch a glimpse of their lost member of the ships crew. They are part of the shipwrecked seamen who came washed to shore in a damaged ship. Hoping to see the mother with child, only the wind they face commands them that butterflies will fly in the direction of the wind too. Encouraging them to look in the other direction, the path to the sacred temple. There has been many chances, where the sun is just rising as the day begins, and the lighthouse gently fades its beams with the crashing tide calming down from coming in. Chances to sail away again, only this mother and child, this missing crew are holding them back. With a long day ahead, if they have not passed down this route, then on their return must find them to the other.

In the stones; not only playing that tune but also are making it for being that own creation being too big for oneself can only leave the scales so others can weigh their own side, just another page in the chapter of a book for others to take a leaf out of is where others are that key to open these tales, that is if a loved one do not wind matters up and adds their part by filling the pages till bulging at the seams leaving the key for another title that they become part of.


Numbers Ch.35:V.33 "So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are: for blood it defileth the land: and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it."