Psychic Philosophy for Today (27th January 2018)

Playing that song need to understand what intentions of that song is for, as some will be listening by different means that has the purpose heard in volumes.

Raised by the hand that feeds will always be for an over caring, treated like a baby, and not allowed to grow up, sense of development.

Cities have been picked up by a giant godly hand from before, like a clump of dirt scooped up in their fingers, the established buildings the plants that grown. And all the network of underground like worms emerging from a disturbed soil. Leaving a crater that anyone can pass blame for something else, if to believe the words of whom foretells such events.

There's always one cheeky member of the family, however their thoughts are spoken like the central ideas of what holds that family together. Like a central core that everyone encircles around and speaks proudly of, even if to have for that cheeky attitude.

Not all bones to pick with are harming, some are educated on how to approach with a more gentle subtle pleasurable way to deal with matters. Just it is others who play ball who have the noose in their hands to slowly tighten around someone's neck.

In the forest; eggs to count vary from a nest to settle in, some upon clouds to float by on, and then those who walk in the shoes of others. It is the middleman who grants permission when to pass and take up a long winding road. Onto a place where many before had also walked the same route. Each distantly to travel otherwise everyone will believe is a race to reach than of god's speed for a natural journey.

In the stones; seeking for the right place will always seem greater in self-esteem when to almost pass it by where to not realise but making it more of a bombshell, it was the sacrifice to make to get to this point that evens out just how greatly it is and if to pass by were only an exaggeration for that leap to make, love fills the mind with passion to follow but are on a path they lay before and this path leads towards all the same to startle.

2 Samuel Ch.1:V.22-27 " - From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.
- Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
- Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel.
- How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places.
- I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
- How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!"