Psychic Philosophy for Today (17th April 2014)

Those true colours are flying the flag, although you two still act as if to be on different sides of the track. This stereotype world to be in has this busy road to cross that divides both your pathes.

Their personality is beaming across and want to grab part of your thoughts, only something distracting goes deeper for a matter of concern that has them just going way passed above your mind.

Already showing an interest and waiting for that next line of communication, as things are growing now want that next step to make to develop further before they get swept under the carpet.

Picking your brains has that mind lit up only will become for a moment to ponder over and scratching that chin. A mind that just drifts upon a boat of love trying to work things out where others have tried to battle with their ideas. Like sunken ships that never made it to dryland, need to juggle with those thoughts before to find something likeminded.

In the forest; a moment for the two fieldworkers to become face-to-face again, only this time not to gossip but to wonder over the past hectic busy term. Young faces wanting to learn and also be soon on their way with those taught skills. This putting a challenge between the two who once pondered over the passing minds of the young. Now divided take up a wager for who will come out shining more, when to send those off to a world of their own. Can talents be shown for when not seen with the actual eye, as why have skills when they are not to be shown for.

In the stones; looking out of a window into a twilight where guidance is pin pointed for the fruits of labour are ripe for picking, this surreal thought becomes another title to a story where those fruits were just sour grapes, a love becomes that shelf for this story to be on and make things seem appreciated as why have sour grapes when you can enjoy the wine.


Isaiah Ch.17:V.11 "In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow."