Psychic Philosophy for Today (14th August 2014)

A cover of a book gives out so much more commotion than the pages like bristled strokes to a drum. That if all in just a name can sit upon that title without worried for being judged.

Dreams that are visions guided in the heavens occur only every crescent of the moon, that to make whole as to find within this dreamy space.

If words can come alive then there is no end to this story, pages emerging to a forever opened book.

The whole wide world out there waiting, yet it is yourself sitting on the shelf, till someone comes along to draw attention towards.

Keeping communications opened has the heart rule the head that puts this between feelings and keen interests. Till either has had their chips or raised the white flag, as long as not to waste anyones time with sly surprises as already their time is distorted.

In the forest; seen as a powerful leader that is tied down in strong chains, shallow waters to worry for even if for some are knee deep. It takes crafty wild creatures to help gnaw this hunched beast of a man free from his bonds. Although the chains resemble jewels around his neck and torso, it is a waiting game. For the mighty warriors are battling ahead with the risen dead, the flesh already stripped from their bones. Leaving only their deathly skeletal state to destroy again, is what this buffalo lays around with his weight about looking down towards. Laughing at their expense for now having devoured a feast upon the several young. Carcasses left by the fire to bare witness, as now they so too fight with living carcasses of the once human breath of an army. A battle that will go on till the last man standing, if the dead can be killed twice. This last man will be that powerful seen leader broken from his strong chains, to slay the beast of land for once and all. Then who is the mighty winner of such a battle to survive, man verses beast.

In the stones; horizons seen broad yet far in distance like valleys that travel for miles even an olive branch is broken from the stems for where the dust is swept, having been looking down from a high place the path to walk is now mountains to climb and disguised for being left for not seen for dust, love who is that flame that makes any distance seem near as the dust settles reveals their trueself.


Jeremiah Ch.31:V.4-5 " - Again I will build thee, and thou shalt be built, O virgin of Israel: thou shalt again be adorned with thy tabrets, and shalt go forth in the dances of them that make merry.
 - Thou shalt yet plant vines upon the mountains of Samaria: the planters shall plant, and shall eat them as common things."