Psychic Philosophy for Today (14th September 2015)

There are different ways for hiding, within closed walls or amongst the long blades of grass. It is not the hiding, it is the emerging from hiding that matters. While those in the grass watch carefully for passer bys, those within four walls only care for their own doings.

They are taking note for every word shared between each other, however. They are more concerned for their looks and the importance of their well-being. Even still to keep a keen interest, maybe it is yourself that need to know them.

Looking for a particular one, searching through time of a past as if history will repeat itself. All they are guided by is a flame of a candle and a small photo in a small frame. They will travel through many years till they find the one.

Speaking their mind yet also like to keep a clear head to suit others needs, others who see fit of that kissed frog turned prince to wear that armour. All the while that spoken mind of theirs gets on with what needs doing. Some turn up as if from the tropics and bring every fruit of their labour to pick of, they also have a point to make and one that will leave a lingering thought.

In the forest; it can take a bigger stick to use to scare away those hidden birds in long growth and the creeping things below ground level. Not to be cruel but to be kind, to clear those fowl things from being gathered with the harvest. So no carcass of bones become crushed with the grain and hold back the process. Getting the job done that needs doing and not having anything in the way, or could be as a needle in the haystack otherwise. Before passing on to those doors of opportunities, where those are hard at work else where doing some thing else.

In the stones; on the cusp of day turning night they have a change of mind a change of direction to adjust to that time that comes, soon as are back to being that person by day for the things they need to do to then change again into that night person, carrying a passionate flame by a piece of string that the wings of birds bring that love also is being some one else some where else with some one other.


St. John Ch.4:V.53-54 " - So the father knew that it was at the same hour, in the which Jesus said unto him, Thy son liveth: and himself believed, and his whole house.
 - This is again the second miracle that Jesus did, when he was come out of Judaea into Galilee."