Psychic Philosophy for Today (3rd July 2024)

Sometimes to make it believable is not how it is told, but by whom tells it. 

If only, it was as riding a bike. That mentality of never forgetting how. Only this is not riding a bike, this is getting the strength back to walk that path again unaided. 

An open book that flys like the wings of a bird. Spreading it's wings to find another nesting place. What if, that open book is on its final page. And to close that book for finding that place to end that story on. 

Considered as odd, not the same as everyone else, if they were then would have followed in the same direction. Or perhaps, ever thought the odd one is actually that of whom to go in that direction. 

The art is to capture real life into a still frame of mind. A concept of time that the reality gets played out as to know for it individually. Everyone having their own unique purpose of that moment to capture. Which is how the artist will only know for it's true meaning while others pass observations. 

In the forest; all it takes for that quilt of life that is stitched together. Individual patches gradually sewn at the seams to create one important piece as a whole. Just one snip of a stitch and it all begins to unravel. One weakness in what holds it all together and slowly becomes undone. Keep it together where it needs it most or all will be affected. 

In the stones; diving into the deep end is not as simple as throwing oneself off an edge, some might need a run up while others take their time however all need to step out further so to hit water, love will be elevating that has this walking on air feeling at first and then the real impact.

Proverbs Ch.23:V.35 " - They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again."