Psychic Philosophy for Today (11th November 2015)

When trying to be for some thing else has some thing in that hair that is drawing out those roots. As a monster released from the closet that wants to show for the true self.

Looking outside in of a home is just a cardboard box, till to open it up and know for what is inside. Not to open up too much or can lose that shape it become of.

If mail is left for no reply, then soon that mail becomes an open purse. Something that pulls in all for what that home was made for. Till it engulfs everything and then the home becomes that purse to be opened with.

Like the beekeeper to the bee, it knows where that sweet honey is, only for them to satisfy will need to have some satisfaction for their own.

Got their finger right on it, only to wait for the right moment, as if all has been put on pause till that moment is to continue further. As that song that has no meaning unless played for the right person and the right time.

If where to lay that hat is the home, then have sat on it yet become that rock to hold on to in love. Only where that heart is slowly sinks deeper to the bottom of the ocean, where words are muffled and heard when the bubbles burst on the surface. Luckily, some one speaks from the heart and makes every nook and crannie be counted for so no secrets.

In the forest; it's not until for what comes off that boat to consider whether that ship has come sailing in. Like a piece of baggage labelled and wrapped for a gift to some one who may wish to have. Or, a keepsake bribe to allow those whom came travelling to be on dryland. Even when a boat only small enough to sail from one dock to another dock, where is that borderline when needing to know for every detail. Being the sky is the limit, some times it is those clouds that creates the line to cross when the clouds come falling down. But then, it is also the smoke from others that creates the fake lines, and where there be no smoke when there is no fire.

In the stones; some times it is from some thing else or some one else that causes the pressure to come pushing like finding the smallest part of a room to barely have air to breathe, when it has those following on a journey behind where that pressure is forceful is almost to be pushed out of the door, being that flower swaying on the stem in the wind is love who finds only when the seeds are blown is the urge to move on and settle in any ones guess for direction even if just few feet from the doorstep.


Jeremiah Ch.50:V.45-46 " - Therefore hear ye the counsel of the LORD, that he hath taken against Babylon; and his purposes, that he hath purposed against the land of the Chaldeans: Surely the least of the flock shall draw them out: surely he shall make their habitation desolate with them.
 - At the noise of the taking of Babylon the earth is moved, and the cry is heard among the nations."