Saturday 12 July 2014

Psychic Philosophy for Today (12th July 2014)


When once a clown, can also then be a warrior? If humour is how to battle through, for how they have you they may as well be holding a gun to your head.

Like a whisper on the wind to hear through the grapevine, only before to get to the sour grapes they hold to a sum. Since to be talking for past history, is a price worth something for what you already had?

Know damn well when to sweep anything away must wait first for the dust to settle, any slight encouragement to build up the passionate flames again can cause those rumours.

It is that, what was being supportive now the one who is needing to be supported. A shelf can not stay up without the brackets, when the shelf is holding the bracket up, is a whole different story to be sitting upon.

Watchful eyes for those lurking thoughts in the back of the mind, knowing how hot that little birdy is being right now. Just keep focused on where you are at right this moment and they will speak for those pleasurable enjoyments. If to have any balls to give direction, may realise they had fire burning in their eyes and been drawing attention since the first word. Since, that little birdy again told them so, may as well brought the heart on a string in its beak.

For a younger one; to bite first and then make a subtle gesture, has this heavy slowed pace to live and even after all these years that gesture is still there.

In the forest; from their coat hung up they grab for again, in their awakening leaves this thought that they are to hang that coat up after. In their pace are keen and determined, yet are not willing to go completely all the way. As word reaches for that battled eerie, dark, evil place, it is not one for destruction but one for saving. Within those sharp pointed rocky edges, through that ghostly haunting cave entrance, awaits a lonely captured virgin. Kept hidden inside with the disturbed illusion, of being higher in a mountain, from the low mist to confuse vision. Was stranded by her own distracted instincts, waters shallow that from the boggy swamp goblins roamed. Now the men in shiney armour have slained their way through, this so be it king hurries now the hard work is done. If this be his daughter princess or be his bride, is a matter of the heart locked inside darkness.

In the stones; that guidance of drawn magnetism feels for passing like drifting clouds only to look to the funny side and make a stand for shelter from the rain, being on a cloud of their own is that drawn magnetism still and quickens that path only the rain has already come, as love likes to make a prime example of gives that throne to share the experience as somethings are better to bite the bullet than jump the gun.


Isaiah Ch.26:V.20-21 " - Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.
 - For, behold, the Lord cometh out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity: the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain."

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