Saturday, 2 August 2014

Psychic Philosophy for Today (2nd August 2014)


Listening to your own mind as if to be inside it's own enclosed container. This would be the hat that shows who and what you only listen to, yet that is a long wagging tongue if to become wise for. Is it by own experiences or for doing as you are told.

A gift to give and the same to everyone, it shows how hot for someone by the bright colourful lights they show. This is where the true gift is determined although seems all the same for.

In such a hurry anyone will be asking 'where's the fire?', just a slight screw loose for the bright idea to have.

An eye that has a photographic memory, remembering every word to detail in this letter. Not seeing the rest for what to receive, only looking in depth to mind than what can be seen at first glance.

Keep going round in circles with these words to speak that even when others appear it is the same conversation to have. Even someone else who also has that same circle of emotion, only larger in thought to evolve in mind than words to speak.

For a younger one; now to emerge out of the other side of the tunnel can journey on to that comfort zone, it is this departing feeling they bite on.

In the forest; that guiding beaming light, that glisten in the night sky can be like a diamond cluster that shines out in a thousand places. That wish to aim for with a head in the clouds only for wanting to have feet firmly on the ground. The distance seem further to reach in mind than the ground to travel on. With gaps to pass that are empty and wide to fill in, and the years for knowing how they been learning are of a young age. How the years seem like only days when to consider the drawn attraction caused by the moon.

In the stones; a slow pace to take can be that gradual vision to pick up as they too are on that slow path, weighed down in mind where to tread knowing than for a sense of skies the limit that they have the ground shaken behind them, a tall thought for to talk the talk with small steps for to walk the walk is that love who sees the grip to make.


Isaiah Ch.60:V.15 "Whereas thou hast been forsaken and hated, so that no man went through thee, I will make thee an eternal excellency, a joy of many generations."

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