Saturday, 23 July 2016

Psychic Philosophy for Today (23rd July 2016)

If there was anything set in stone, then there is a crack down the middle of the words, as a snake slithering over and hissing it's venom upon.

Time and place for it, and it only happens when to finally be switched on to the surroundings that is occuring. Just been oblivious all the while when it's been there all along.

The fear to have is with the wrong thoughts in mind. While hoping to shield oneself, have been playing along with whom is the real fear to have with. They had been a master to a puppet on strings.

So, they have knocked the ball in your court, only it depends on what sort of game to be playing. As some times it takes strategy than strength, and as if they are about to give away their resources.

When looking in to tight dark spaces of the mind it may take the inhalation of someone else's relationship to find the peace wanted. As if the entire universe evolves around their knowledge in love and commitment. Ridiculous I know, but may find the answer to be looking for. Which then also saves any others having to put their mind first before their feet.

In the forest; the devil to appear has a wicked tongue, a fire spitting whiplashing tongue. Their beast of a behaviour will cut an atmosphere with its sharp pointing lapping tongue to have. They are not the one to be concerned for, believe it or not, their poisoned tongue is a calm before the storm. As the wolves are about to be released from their collars and then the real suffering begins. Although, thankfully, there has been a diversion by her hushing lips to be silent. Our Fairy Princess appears in a more compromising state and will protect those who were about to be snarled upon.

In the stones; are not looking at the opinion correctly even if half full or half empty have a bigger outlook than given if any sense knocked in to, all for someone having their heart upside down and smoothing off the rounded edge than the sharp point of the beast inside where tied a knot, love always follows the direction the wind blows the flame of passion towards as that breeze has anything to sniff at of whom to meet along the way.

Ezekiel Ch.30:V.2-3 " - Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Howl ye, Woe worth the day!
- For the day is near, even the day of the LORD is near, a cloudy day; it shall be the time of the heathen."

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