Psychic Philosophy for Today (6th December 2014)

It is those who keep out of sight from what is looked upon at first glance, when to emerge draws attention towards for been looking into an empty void, as if they know the answers to everything.

There are moments when roots do not go deeply, upon the surface that raises matters above, to barely keep firmly on the ground. That their surroundings that slowly fade is where past roots can move on, it takes changes to occur around them to dig up a long growing past.

If the cap fits then desperate measures has the wheels of motion moving, only there is nothing to draw this carriage any further.

This fortune cookie is the start of thoughts to have for meeting that casanova, that romantic italian charmer, from his appearance can see he is dressed for the occasion.

The direction to be in is not the same as where to pick up those signals, as to be in the flow to go in are not going in the same way as where to be given signs.

Causing a moment to go flush red cheeks and tongue tied, creates words to put the boot in and dig those heels in to something personal. Since they too see things in two extremes of black and white their mind really is in the clouds.

In the forest; a place to find love, amongst the roses for a romantic rendezvous, is where they choose those colours of passion. To indicate their uniform for in battle that they fight for in the name of love. That is if to return there is a love to return to, as those lovers are also in a personal battle. One of hope, to fulfill with satisfaction upon their victory. As to conquer all is where to have that love, if they are not in mind to move on. A whole of people feeling the need to leave and pack up, where anyone would not wish to remain alone for that return of a heart won.

In the stones; have such a tall outlook yet small footsteps to take that those visions may as well be a cloud to be under for the true height of that conversations are a phonecall left on a hook, having to pick at their mind more largely than can handle perhaps these ongoing conversations are where to break the ice, since love is that tool who can open up a can of worms they just wait for the words they long to hear.


Jeremiah Ch.6:V.26 "O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us."