Psychic Philosophy for Today (27th July 2014)

With the night owl on it's perch waits for those to clumber onto that vine, where the gentle whispers of gossip can be heard.

Certainly minds alike, as a small group keep thoughts close and seated on the same, for which direction to think towards.

Some footing are guided like the direction of wings, it takes a catch that can then direct this guidance.

Double the dose only on separate occasions, they clearly did not think of themselves where it takes two, although two individuals to play eachother at the same attraction.

It's that sales technique to allow a scent to draw interest for this find, yet with such a scent can attract for this pretty picture through a window.

There is a shadow on the mind, an eclipse for thoughts, that even a second opinion has the same outcome. This leash to be on may need loosening, if those who have hold are prepared to release than allow just abit more length. Since they still have that same childhood dream, only their style has changed and if opposites attract may just ride that bike like they once had.

In the forest; with the women who have culinary skills can conjure up anything once that spoon starts stirring in the pot. When the aroma of food is in the air, can also draw attraction for other wild beasts than just hungry men. As the same beast they lured towards the waterhole by the ring in its nose gives a slight snarl. While to wait for this beast to sink into sticky mud, for the others to give up on and abandon. That same aroma to pick up on brings those wilder animals to chase the cattle away, leaving their forsaken meal stuck in the mud. Hopefully, not a struggle for the men to get to that table for a satisfying fulfillment of appetite.

In the stones; you have control of this atmosphere like riding upon that passing cloud only those with a heart of stone believes are yet to bloom, as any situation to put a lid on may be that need to lure it towards to close and this rose still yet to open can be part of that plan, to come like the wind through a silent room is that love whose path can rekindle a passion if anything to gain from a cold as stone heart.


St. Matthew Ch.25:V.35 "For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:"