Psychic Philosophy for Today (5th July 2014)

Not a silver spoon, this is a burning passion golden spoon that is used to scoop the bottom of that purse. That each passionate flame lights up a way to guide, first an invitation, depending on an answer leads the path.

Some pathes are not on the ground for the feet to walk, a path in the mind that wishes to find a heavenly place, that peaceful paradise to escape from all those troubles. Yet, still to attract the same stars that follow this path to the same place to reach.

Taking grasp to steady yourself as it is not you who is unbalanced, the ground to walk on is an uncertain stepping. Leaving an unanswered question to linger for where the ground was not walked upon.

Ancient words that it is of others whom come by that their warmth is too hot to handle. Words that are not to fall into the wrong hands, as like a gentleman can be lured and turned into a beast by the glisten of the moon.

And so the caterpillar has escaped it's coccoon and turned into a beautiful butterfly to escape from it's troubles. As it seems like an old battle to get through by using the old fashionable methods, it is of someones patriotic feelings to juggle with the right timing.

In the forest; the wind that blows and pushes in direction is like an orchestra that sweeps across the crops and instructed by a conductor. To find their way through the wind for a way, to cast seeds upon the ride of the blowing force of wind. Carried as far as it can reach before settling somewhere on the ground. People are like seeds to the wind, they wish to reach somewhere further that can take them, to soon settle down and sow in their place. Sometimes, the wind can be against them, like the force of nature that gently crashes the tides up against the rocks. As to say, to not go further and risk travelling upon rough seas. Wanting to find that place to believe in, had faith in, although not knowing where to find it. That it could be just taking the long way round to get back to where it began, going round in circles. Yet, there is something in the mind, somewhere wanting to get to that keeps anyone in thought to travel.

In the stones; if not a silver lining then the light behind that guides even if a path before where the cloud had casted, any cloud can have a break like a whipping of a tail that stings for a trail along this path, on a short leash a love who takes this sting needs another means to attract like a fun day at the fair.


Leviticus Ch.27:V.22-23 " - And if a man sanctify unto the Lord a field which he hath bought, which is not of the fields of his possession;
 - Then the priest shall reckon unto him the worth of thy estimation, even unto the year of the jubile: and he shall give thine estimation in that day, as a holy thing unto the Lord."