Psychic Philosophy for Today (13th February 2014)

That door can only be entered once and never the same way again, once walked through the door and is felt for it's sense that even testing first can have cause of change.

Reaching the end of that line, there are further roads to pick up on. You have done your part of travelling, now let others take the load and carry the weight and continue this journey together.

Dancing to the beat of their drum, the more you speak out the more tongue tied you become. The more words to utter the more closed those lips are sown. Even if to add your own mix to the situation will only sound like a slight screw loose.

Corners to turn are darkened, may well see the path to come down on and the path to turn on to yet the corner is blank. Until they fully appear will know the full extent and how much boxed in to really be.

Keeping one eye open on this approaching love and the other open on the job, to still keep those feelings for where others may ask for the same. Some have their eyes set on something else, it is when they have it the passion in the mind is a crystal clear one.

In the forest; of all the pushing and shoving, like a rolled up carpet that gathers everything in its path, for all the memories to hold onto. The wild animals of deer, the rabbits, the birds, the butterflies, and the children that play. All rolled up into one and cleared away for a laying of a new carpet, a place of land that has been picked up and changed. Fencing off between those of the past with what is to become, in the midst of this newly laid land is a sprout growing. A growth of some kind that wishes to reach high into the heavens like a beanstalk climbing to the highest in the sky. To that cloud that passes above like some magical flying mechanical machine that lets out drops of water on the command of the one who flies upon it. Only this beanstalk wishes to go further, higher above this cloud, to a place where a large open lake. A lake of gentle still waters, and a large rock that pocks out at the edge where to walk along. This rock where once sat upon with another, and place little boats into the surface to watch float around while telling stories. Something of this dream that faded long ago has some meaning to the place on earth, like some connection that holds together. Just nearby of this growth that is growing in the middle of land, is this mother with child whom recently appeared and been dwelling in the village for the past week or two. Has this mother returned to a place where she had once been before, to sit on this same large rock as in the dream, only the waters are now unsettled and rocking the boats that the other shipwrecked crew appeared in. If to be found again, by either past memories or present circumstances, there is a dark cloud slowly hovering towards, not one of a storm. This one is black, like fluid and constantly changing form, spikey like thorns, a cloud that is made of the darkest waters ever to find.

In the stones; pushing the responsibility onto others as to pass the buck has something brewing on the horizon stirring up an atmosphere, being there are three in this situation feels as if to be carrying it all on one corner that rumours of whats to come even has those wondering, appearing like a crest of a moon for a skimmer of light behind darkened times a love helps to carry part of this problem to tie up those future circumstances.


Ezekiel Ch.32:V.28 "Yea, thou shalt be broken in the midst of the uncircumcised, and shalt lie with them that are slain with the sword."