Psychic Philosophy for Today (2nd March 2014)

Can't keep a lid on it for too long like a phone remaining off it's hook to ignore. Someone with important attire will come tripping over what is left lying around.

Making a clear head on matters has double the effort to get your side of the story across, hoping it won't cause a headache again when to play to that tune.

A never ending battle to develop with those dates to keep track of, like taking everything in a slow stepping pace before to see all that hard work in it's glory.

Waiting for that message to arrive like a wanting phone to ring, only needing it in black and white too. As they taken it right to the bone to pick with, thankfully for that fax machine.

The only skills to be showing is for that break-away to have, although to have a kick start for that ball to get rolling. Others want that 'Me' time as well, not far off are those claws to scratch the surface to dig with, however the surface had been scratched upon their approach. Someone has the most beautiful, prettiest, brightest gift to have and will believe to be in another world where that magic exists.

In the forest; that door in the middle of the field to walk through, another world to step out to, like pages of a book to turn to write, however. That paintbrush to paint a picture with is larger than life, making a bigger effort to make that picture. Having a huge following, convincing seems to have a more bigger attempt than to achieve. As that dark cloud hovers above them all with cracks to appear to let out those beams of spotlights of prism guidance. As to light up where they stand and make them take a good look at themselves, majority realise where their place is. Making their way back where they live, fading into the distance like heading up into the cloud above, as to be lifted into that admiring light. Only some remain, convinced that their life is in need for a turn for the better. Although this door is slowly fading into the shadows caused by this dark cloud, and the paintbrush is drying up and looking used.

In the stones; coming up smelling of roses only the thorn in the side is with another and wanting to be out there with more of a showing or will only be a thought, being that one at the top for this half of the tree is obvious which half who keeps that roof over their heads, seeing like water off a ducks back a young love looks out for theirself for this comfortable nightcap and causing a cloud to hover above not a dark one just distracting.


Jeremiah Ch.10:V.19 "Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it."