Psychic Philosophy for Today (7th July 2015)

Until to unravel this tangled mess will then know for, only it is where knots are that holds back on to know for where that end of the rope is.

A place that has some drawn attention towards, as if that urge for observation, that is magnifide all the same for something mutual to share feelings with.

Distant for being in a corner each of the room, where thoughts just concentrate in front. For such a large room to be in, it is how many others are there of how much needing to mingle before reaching that main purpose. Unless to already know what to be looking for.

Can see what is wanted of, like an open door to go straight through in. Only having to do things in a sequence like a path made of stars to follow in, when simply could just dive right in.

Something on the mind waiting to scream out about only are not quite out of the woods just yet. Might just be another obsessive thought even if what to learn everything about for. As it becomes old news will just have to stick with familiar faces.

In the forest; there are times when words are not to be focusing on but symbols, signs to indicate the direction to be known for their purpose. Sailing in to the correct part of land to be on, as a ship about to sink do not come with a manual. There are other parts to of allowed to drift towards, yet they are of other reasons and may not need of such presence. Wandering into a different territory that is set out for other means than the type of ship to sail in with.

In the stones; so much more wanting to be done for what can be handled but then always did have more hanging over than for where the feet are under the table, since having to scrape the surface before can scratch is that blowing own trumpet, no matter how it is done a love will be intense and may show for what you can not.


Proverbs Ch.20:V.27-30 " - The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts of the belly.
 - Mercy and truth preserve the king: and his throne is upholden by mercy.
 - The glory of young men is their strength: and the beauty of old men is the gray head.
 - The blueness of a wound cleanseth away evil: so do stripes the inward parts of the belly."