Psychic Philosophy for Today (23rd October 2014)

That extra power for guidance that lights up the darkened room, is like a sign for direction that soon to be an open road.

The purpose is right and so too the aim to go in, only there is no spark to light that fuse to force any enthusiasm. Perhaps someone else can help to light up that spark for you.

If the atmosphere could only be caught like a butterfly in a net, then words will not be so plenty but pleasantly peaceful. Only some slip through that net, and sometimes a butterfly does not want to be caught but to show off their colours in their true natural way.

It is those times spent away considered as romantic holidays that places those emotions inside. Like a shared pleasure sealed in a box waiting to be put on display somewhere. Just hope it was good while it lasted.

Have embraced the moment and secured the thought for something to think about, only those lips are grasped for where words are on the tip of the tongue. That only the two hearts for true love can open up to. For some those spoken words are priceless and the thoughts are insane, yet that is for plugging into their mind while things were moving along.

In the forest; not just walking the narrow path, treading upon the backs of crocodiles willing to snap. As the gap to cross is where matters run deep, it is walking along a natural self made connection and not an already made bridge. Where is the need to want and rely on things for lands apart, even though a childhood playground that is shared under that same atmospheric cloud. Not wanting to give up on, though separated by worlds of their own.

In the stones; comfort zone is black and white as while to put feet up there is something at the back of the mind and others will cut those strings like a delicate china doll on a comfortable shelf, before to jump back on that saddle and hang things out to dry may want to realise who drives them to cutting those strings, love who is trying to fit together yet that odd chance of something black at the bottom of their heart with any luck as patience is running thin to almost dry is a blessing for those strings cut.


Ezekiel Ch.36:V.7 "Therefore thus saith the Lord God; I have lifted up mine hand, Surely the heathen that are about you, they shall bear their shame."