Psychic Philosophy for Today (3rd September 2014)

Not all pointed indications are sharp, they just live within that wild. It's what bound to happen to come across when taking a walk on the wildside, dare to venture further or accept what they offer.

Those back pocket savings are turning into a filled purse amount of their own, that when to spend the last penny becomes under wraps and move on to where the real cash is.

May well be steering in that boat to come sailing with, can that boat be reered in securely. It's not what to have but how and where to use it.

There is a right way and a wrong way, the right way is knowing and the wrong way is taking up that daring challenge. They clearly have set their heights to see just how achieveable can be when they obviously had it easy.

Spilling the beans in thought so to work it out in the mind, is that giving up, surrendering, yeilding. Yet still to be looked upon as in a commanding position, just given them what they want by giving in to their needs. While some are still to lift the lid, and seeing as to be doing so already, is encouraging for them.

In the forest; not all bridges are for what travels above but more for what lurks beneath. For what is seen as the end of a bridge that journey's continue across open land. In the presence of darkness, sees how this bridge is of a skeletal dragon, to pass across its spine. Reaching it's head where to then meet face to face as to depart from the winding roads. Is what first impressions give, or that a troll that waits underneath is the cause of their dispersing act. As the dragons eye still firey red as a ruby to gaze out of and it's tail like an anchor in the sticky sunken verge. How the shadows can play hellish on a mind for what is seen during the daylight. Not even the vast fieldworkers busily working their way across crops can entice to return back now. That even an ancient past of those who ploughed the fields many years ago are now awaken. Risen again to take their harvest and gather what is theirs, such a long time to wait to reap what they sown. A medieval past that returns through the shadows of someones departure.

In the stones; such an innocent pure flame that burns for someone to have a bone to pick with that not all is seen clear at first glance till to dot the i's, it takes to spill all before to hold them down of innocence for of guilt which is where the t's are crossed, wanting to know what is connected to what first with love before having doubts and leave their signature.


Ezekiel Ch.32:V.27 "And they shall not lie with the mighty that are fallen of the uncircumcised, which are gone down to hell with their weapons of war: and they have laid their swords under their heads, but their iniquities shall be upon their bones, though they were the terror of the mighty in the land of the living."