Psychic Philosophy for Today (1st September 2014)

If life was as a tree, to reach as high as the clouds and branch out as wide as a house. When that last cloud blows the wind to shake off that last leaf, it falls down back into the ground to where the roots are. It is what you make of it that you get back in return.

Being adventurous like floating on the pond upon a lily-pad attracted by the frog. What may seem beautiful above has a different reflection below, just as when to kiss that frog remember there is always two-sides of a story.

Looking further than the minds eye sees that horizon, just as when to seem broad is that indication to return back where are. Surely are not looking beyond than for what is before you, using this moment to share to get something more out of.

They come well prepared to be grabbed back just as to stretch far enough to make their point in those words for pleasures. They set their entire past to make this thought of a purpose, and all along that past had been living that life. How they can make do of where someone leaves their hat while to be out there piecing it all together.

In the forest; there is always that further tales to find once taken in of the fables, more to seek if wishing to believe in the myth. And only all too well is that path to lead for where to discover those tales, like finding that place where the story is told of. As if that daring leader whom still sits upon that rock, where the gap is short and the valleys run deep and the streams flow under. If his own people would dare to risk the same path as to follow a foolish heart can only be fooled themselves. Yet, to find the truth in that to await for what is real, where the ruins left behind are unscathed for the soil is pure and the atmosphere is cleansed. That ground and air keeps this ancient past in a condition as if only yesterday it had been laid in position. Ritual grounds where the true witches blessed the place to keep safe from the wandering dangers of an old legend. Where dragons once flew the skies and orcs roamed the swamps, knights lived in stoned castles. And, the witches cast spells to protect those around them. These ruins is where these witches have cast an ancient ritual to seal this once lived kingdom.

In the stones; it is until to sign across that dotted line where to then see the bigger picture as to find the end of it's tail for a point to make, of course there is always that box to give that little more time to think afterwards for how to take matters further like a warning to give if needing a signal, and there is that loved one who shops around for these things and would prefer to be kept in touch to be updated and that want for prewarning.


Ecclesiastes Ch.11:V.5-6 " - As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.
 - In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good."