CONFESSION ZERO (The Weaver's Song)

It's not the same as forgetting, remembering is a higher form of thinking, what We choose to believe to be coming that might greet us with its belief. I for one don't want to take another tour of hell, it's agonizing from so many, too many, unknowns for the truth in my dance to see the light of day. Imagine then as one of those that have truly seen the word of Creation, God and Love...

Should've brought your wife with you, messenger, you wouldn't be made to suffer from beginning to end if you went from the end to the beginning, no suffering, Peace

Why do We not discuss these words in the least? God has opened the toy box that my child might play while the other prepared for a battle. I have a loving belief that I think needs to be put before the people, all peoples, let us begin to Love one another! Love! Love! Drop to your knees and beg forgiveness and it will be granted for every breath we put back into the (H)eartH from out of our actions and beliefs...

Once we realize where we are, we'll begin to rush to clean up the mess we've made of Love and Peace, Life and Laughter, just remember to not rush and make mistakes, the eartH is patiently waiting for us to "change" our course...

Raise your wines in toast to living, laughing and loving, raise your glass to the sky and reflect upon what this all means. It will be the best time you've ever spent in dream...

Th truth tends to paint with a broad brush, too bad the truth doesn't reside in the one liner, the "sound bite", the blurb, the exclamation, the utterance, the prayer. Truth was here long before that. Creation's inception, is that even possible...?

(If you create it.)

I cannot create Creation's inception, that's silly!

(No. You imagine it and then manifest it.)

In that order, of course.

(Of course.)

The truth shall soon be upon us all, let us assure that we are ready for its power, its entrance will come swift. Truth tends to move quickly, as if avoiding the traps laid long ago that echo familiarity. A trail of echoes, waiting to be be known, I was with the truth and the truth was with Me, Peace

O! Dancers of the concrete, whispers in motion, truth right across the street. I danc with your spirits, all. I'm relentlessly in search of your goodness. Bring it before any and all plans toward this belief pouring out of Me... It is not mine to lend you, it is not yours to borrow, it is the word of God and Love, had only Jesus made it longer, he'd have sold out the money changers and grubbing ungodly gabbers! He'd have said, Love is all that matters, believe it, be with Peace and marry it to your reality and get on with Living, Loving and Laughing, We've waited long enough!

The scribes of belief better have a lot of things to write, to speak, to perform, to bring around our need to the truth of just being, just going with the flow.

(You're one to preach about flow, have you been awake half the time?)

Yes. The other half I've been asleep but in motion in the spirit side of things, I'm trying to match the echo to the truth, it's the only way to let it go, all of us must consider Home and one another and now is the best time for us to begin...

(Accept responsibility, scribe.)

I have and to what I do not know, but I am the person for the job, I haven't stopped thinking since my head got clobbered over time, to never stop thinking, even in your dreams is a good way to become a healer, physical and spiritual, made simple when you practice them upon yourself first...

Don't think of me without reflecting upon the idea found in my message, don't just Love one another, save one another! Rejoice and then begin...

So what if the story doesn't begin first, it ends, and then begins? So what? The recovery operation we're set to bestow upon the (H)eartH is ours to wage from our consumptive use, we'll need to evolve in our Love and our Peace and our Forgiveness and our Laughter...

Sneering Laughter is toxic. Laughter cannot afford too much more of this brutish sport...

The truth has arrived within me, it's a challenge playing the spiritual equivalent of the game Match, where I have to recall the lessons in all of my echoes, known and unknown...

(Ludicrous! Shame on the complicity to murder Love, in the flesh, God, (H)eartH and Spirit. One.)

Tell Me about it...

We are thinking too damned much. Stop thinking so damned much about your place in all of this alone, let it be, go with the flow, let it all go, you'll not be taking it with you...

A lady just passed carrying two purses, bags. And I said you have two bags, (idiot) to which she replied, "Because I'm important." We laughed cordially. And I replied, You're Two Bagger. We didn't laugh. What the hey? Who the hell snuck in here and let that foulness loose?

(You.)

And then I danced with her spirit, I'll give it back when its again rendered into Love's fullness...

Names often escape me of their use in the dance with your spirit. Thank you...

Damn the torpedoes full speed ahead. I need a live audience. Thoughts?

(Die. Everybody could send you a letter in hell, you cretin of belief!)

What's hell's zip code?

(Who knows? Ummm... Where am I?)

(H)eartH, the Heart(H), HeartH of our only known existence... ticktock

Telling the truth of your dance with Me, you'd better be honest in all regards and bent upon only Love, not foul ownership, or I will heal that which afflicts your spirit.

I've been trying to bring us both around, all of us around, it's damned heavy! I am about to begin and I need to know that this belief is not a failure, with a snag written in to tumble me out of sight...

There is no calendar, there is only now and now and now, it is eternal, we're almost there, live, learn, grow, die, grow, learn, die, grow, learn, die, grow grow grow grow grow...

I've been near death and God, Love came to me in my vows, those I know of and those I don't... Better off dead than never having tried to be God... Being Godlike is being like God...

I said that out loud. I knew I was. I understand my journey now, I need to get back to when I was a child and reflect upon my self and what I allowed of Me, Me and Me only, this story is my ode to Wife, Home, God...

I dream of living life in the fullness of Love, Life and Laughter, wouldn't you? God is not my enemy, God is my opponent, so to speak, and since in my belief we're all set to be Gods, better grab a hold of something solid cause she's about to blow! Boom boom, these words are useful to us all...

I imagined I'd live, instead, and actually be the one who gets to share this obvious story. My life and yours in a nutshell. Peace

Becoming a must in my journey toward my fate, I must be dying, yet living evermore...

I am not God, I am the scribe, the source of this story.

I am he, the one that claims to be moving on God and Love's behalf, a northward sound begins and beckons I come and save their spirits from everlasting sleep!

The dance is automatic. It waits on no one, not even me. Set it in motion, just make sure you can reel it in before you lose your self within it altogether.

(That's the point.)

Yes.

I'm not going to become who you think I am, I'm Me and We, I'm becoming the future human, a vessel of nothing less than Love for all and everything, known and unknown, creation's of God and Love. Belief has entered the building, tall, beautiful.

(With Fear as it's bride.)

Then change her Fear into the Loving Truth and her Love into Forgiveness until she knows who I am...

Let's all be savior to the (H)eartH, to Home and kinship, bring Peace flourishing across this globe and damn well beg for forgiveness as we correct the mistakes of our tenure!

(What if it's not?)

Peaceful?

(Yes.)

Then it will not be.

We certainly use a lot of foreshadowing within our beliefs, huh? Come with me, there is no doubt, it is time to begin. Come see Me if you so choose, but let us dance with purpose toward our loving fate...

Heading for Arsaga's on Dickson Street soon, and if my experience is anything like the first, I'll have made the correct decision.

(Hallelujah!)

Signs of life are increasing in the Peace Garden. Who and what is the One Exactness, the Alpha and Omega, God? Better you explore that than you spill the blood of the children of God and Love, it is the personal journey that you will need to take for you, terrorist, soldier, commander, president, leader, layman, lackey, lemon, human, the list is as long as the cosmos are distant...

Outside of the self the traffic snaps me back, its red eyes from seeking to find the same, a period and a demand are not needed, there is no end to God, God might allow you to sleep evermore and vanish for nothing gained or lost, nothing, but it's only because you've given up hope while you're still breathing. It's a bit maudlin but I think you understand my meaning.

The truth dear family is not a football or a fork and plate or a national mourning of consumption, a year long celebration of a looming finish to the never-end of possibility had We but collectively chosen our fledgling Creation, designed it from the Creation up...

"...our fledgling Creation, designed from Creation up..."

O! I pray you allow me this truth conjured from the cry of anguish from the spirits upon your HeartH, at having never known their power and through me raise up the truth like a garden built for all to imagine. Let me construct your own without charge, donations accepted in case I break my damn back! Bada bing! No. Seriously. Put the coffee down and listen for a second my fine feathered-spirits. I have a message for all, not just you or you or you or you or me or you or you or You or Me, for We. Live, Love and Laugh, silence your foul noises of industry and division and do it by yesterday! Rise up on your own behalf and change the whole trajectory and order of all things, not just those with which you feel you are capable, We are capable of all things. We...

I know that I am channeling everyone's spirit, past and present, when your dreams are lined up with your reality, all goes according to the plan, not yours or mine or theirs or those, but the one exactness and its reasoning behind all of this.

(The Wizard of Oz?)

Something like that...

Rid yourself of your childish impulses and come along with me, the act is well into its part in the full story. Sit down if you'd like, right here on the grass if you please and allow Me a word with You. Our spirits are most ready to utilize the fullness of
GodLove's affections; Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter...

The key to it all my fine-feathered spirits is dreams, hopes, dances, carnivals, marvels, gardens, but always in reverence to the (H)eartH, Love and God, if God is all...

I am.

O! God, lift this Peace Garden to it's original tallness! Help Me, Father? Help Me, Mother? Help Me, Aunt? Help me Uncle? Help me Niece? Help Me Nephew? Help me Friend, help me foe, help me deliver this message to the world that we might live among all else in harmony and laughter. One law; Love...

O! God, lift this Peace Garden to it's original tallness! Help Me, Father? Help Me, Mother? Help Me, Aunt? Help me Uncle? Help me Niece? Help Me Nephew? Help me Friend, help me foe, help me deliver this message to the world that we might live among all else in harmony and laughter. One law; Love...

What is the personified flipside to God?

(The devil.)

Fear, yes. The natural order of things is to stop out of deference to what we don't know, not Me, I went through the door without motive and have come out most lovingly...

(Swimmingly.)

Yes, lovingly, thank you for agreeing kind spirit, this is the pathway of spirit that imagines its future...