seer

I can see better when i close my eyes; don't make much ado, that's my latest style of view.

Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.

Observe your internal and external world and rise above it.

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

Listen and listen good, shitbrain. If you ever touch someone I love again, I will shove this cross down your throat and watch you choke on it. You want to know why a Prince of Hell wanted me so bad? Now you do. I__ not a nice girl. I__ a Seer. It is my job to save the people of the world from vultures like you. Now you take that back to whoever your boss is and let him come find me, if he__ stupid enough. I__l bury you all if I have to.

It's the easiest thing in the world to get to California-you just aim yourself west and start walking.

To observe life is not only to organize your internal and external life, but reach to the state, from where, without any effort, both your internal and external life, moves in synchronization.

You can only become the observer of life, if you can perceive the world with the mind and not with the sensory organs.

The pieces of the puzzle are visible, but not the grand design. Images flicker and dance like memories, hinting at events to come. They scatter the moment I reach for them only to re-form to taunt me. I who never truly possessed them, nor may I ever.They do tell me this: a time of great change approaches and it__ not enough to watch. We must act. We can__ count on others to do our work for us or all may be lost.- Oracle Lilian__ Diary, Winter of 3765

What do the Vitraag Lords say? __ am Chandulal_ is a Gneya (that which is to be known) yet one believes himself to be the knower. When the knower comes into the __nowing state (gnata padh) and that which is to be known, comes into the __tate of being known (gneya padh)_, __e_ will call him __itendriya-Jin_.

A seer is a sacred prophet

I see this is not the first time you've gotten yourself injured," she said, sounding irritated. "I suppose battle scars are a badge of honor for you Highlanders."He shrugged. "Every scar provides a tale to share around the hearth.""You should be more careful," she scolded."I am careful," he said with a laugh. "That's why I live to tell the tales.

Where are we heading?___he closest wooded area to here is Kenwood Academy__ estate. Good place to hide, especially at night.___f we__e going into the woods, I definitely need to change.__ glanced back at her as we returned to the curb where the cab had dropped us off. __r you could just go home.__he crossed her arms and avoided my gaze, scowling. __ou__e sick of me already? That must be a record.__ lifted my eyes to the heavens. Women. __his creature tore out a woman__ throat and busted her chest cavity open like a piñata. I don__ like the thought of it being anywhere near you.___id it ever occur to you that I feel the same way?__urprise flooded over me. __o, it_actually didn__.___ know I__ not as strong or as smart as you are, but that doesn__ mean I can__ help. We__e partners, aren__ we?___eah,_ I said, and couldn__ stop the smile creeping across my lips. __ guess we are._ She tossed a quick look at me and frowned. __uit it.___hat?___ hate it when you do that.___ou hate it when I smile?___o, when you make that, __w, she does have a heart_ face. You look like a Disney prince.__ laughed. __y bad. I__l work on that.

A cloud of white death veiled in black_

Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.

My knowledge is, if you will follow the teachings of Jesus Christ and his Apostles, as recorded in the New Testament, every man and woman will be put in possession of the Holy Ghost; every person will become a Prophet, Seer, and Revelator, and an expounder of truth. They will know things that are, that will be, and that have been. They will understand things in heaven, things on the earth, and things under the earth, things of time, and things of eternity, according to their several callings and capacities.

My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart's in fear:My woman's in the know.

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?