Psychic Philosophy for Today (29th July 2014)

Someones creativity, making a shadow of the true picture, an outline to the real vision. That still life can be seen more beautiful and wonderful than the living form, is perhaps that a picture do last longer in thought.

Those horns to grab can be that waiting door to open to a world filled with detail. Even if the path is laid directly to them, it takes a mutual interest and likeminded.

To buckle down can be that received transcript from a friend in high places, that future opened up to live even though are in present times.

Equally worked out to share dividingly the same, however. Can that piece be cut straight down the middle, as it is a single part than a bunch to separate.

Feeling sluggish and slow in pace can be where those pennies saved were allowed to be freely spent. Still, least there is something in the bag to keep going through the night, since that is what you are there for.

Cleaning up a few spoken words that linger to mind, before to move on where to speak for making that bed and to lay in it. As messages are received in secret, so when they to speak out is not seen by all who look through that same prism.

In the forest; some beasts of the land do not forget where they had last been, and return to that waterhole where the foresaken member of their herd. To find nothing but the skull left by the verge can only tell, if they are as clever to remember, had tried but failed to escape. With those lazing around have this innocent look to them even though to of made a meal out of their young. Thoughts can only be towards that wilder beast that chased the bisons around to devour on their flesh, if claws and teeth could sink into. A decoy from the actual truth has been plotted to deter the facts from fiction. How a brief moment of panic can alter thoughts away from their true direction.

In the stones; having hatched and spread those wings yet still to carry the empty shell of the cocoon of past that hopefully will still attract a mate, some pasts need to travel to that cliff edge to bury away from those of the past before rumours develop from those to evolve with, as love is that ledge to reach before matters get too deep is they to face upto if pasts catch up and can be that rose between two thorns in new relations.


Jeremiah Ch.12:V.9 "Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled bird, the birds round about are against her; come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour."