(The Weaver's Song)

Oct 21, 2014

Oct 15, 2014

In Your Heaven


The One Exactness is not known,
Belief in the Truth, however, is.

(But my Belief is eternal, Scribe.)

Not without the Truth it ain't.

(They're one in the same!)

Are they? Is your Belief the Truth to you?

(Yes.)

Heaven and Hell?

(Yes.)

Why?

(Because the word of God says so.)

Why?

(I don't know, it just does!)

I believe in your Heaven, friend, it is God-like, it is your Hell that God detests for it is devoid of God, Peace, and Love, therefore, it is not a part of God, metaphorically or otherwise.

(Silence...)

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Oct 3, 2014

Oct 1, 2014

RIGHT OF WAY


There are choices we’ve fastened to our spirits that do not belong
They are constructs of loneliness.

What good are our constructs, like the idea of marriage, it is a toothless endeavor to unite what is only united by the self-discovered, not the uncovered or the unrecoverable, what you find within will surprise you, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Atheist, Buddhist, Non-Believer, Believer, Etc, Etc, Etc…

Within is where we… again… begin,

only now we should rarely leave it for long,

it will die will the spirit when left to soar a lie…

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When we lose a loved one, especially a child, we are dashed on the rocks with our grief.

We are all sons and daughters of God, of Creation, of Exactness, of Love and Peace.

Heartache must not be allowed to cloud the truth of the collective. Allow nothing to dim our collective kinship.

Be. Be. Be. Think…

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Hell is not to be repeated and most certainly not with Heaven as dance partner. The most foul absolute is not of God, it is of humankind’s fledgling creation. Careful fine feathered spirits, Love and Peace are fierce competitors to silence, yet they are and shall always, spiritually speaking, remain with one another and protect the other. It is built into the latest models of truth. J

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You want to be a Peacemaker or a Warrior?

(They both have rather impressive powers.)

Be a Peacemaker, we’ve had damn well enough of War!

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This story pours out of Me, I’m giving my brother Jesus, a rest from the cross for a while! You don’t have to believe in Jesus, you have to believe in you. Jesus wasn’t God and neither am I, we do however share a spirit with him among all others. It’s a veritable who’s who up in this cracker-jack box!

LiOn with LiOness agreement.

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I weep for my use of her, of Love, of wife, of friend, of lover, of child, of woman, of responsibility. I cannot explain what I do not know how to explain, and I offer no excuses, for there are none, but i am transforming through God and Love, not the other way around. The rage, it only shows itself to enter in with the spirit that will not give up its plans… I have always been in the know that something has me, God, at least to Me, we’re well introduced.

I do not pretend to know what I’ve only heard, but from the horses mouth, it’s the only place that, regarding Me, you’ll get the truth…

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I’m Mark, Peace, and I’ve got a story to tell. It’s just a story and I’m a storyteller.

(Jesus had a story to tell, what gives you the right?)

What gave Jesus the right, numb nuts?

(Silence…)

~

The final passage of duality comes when we indeed arrive without reaching. Exactness trumps all… What better way for for me to have garnered truth in the mist from which I tumbled… I fell in to order, not the best way to dance, but you arrive on the dance-floor nonetheless.

I became a true scribe without seeking it, without plan. The flux works in our favor when we find God, it does not work just in ourselves, it functions in all others and all things..

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You shall not have her, Jesus! In my belief she is the one to hold it all in, boom’ll go the roof, boom’ll go her lips upon the majesty of bravery, her savior from agony, she does not see that it is she that is needing to reverse course and come with Me, Peace. Not because we are the premiere couple, quite the opposite actually. See, even this story is coming around to greet you, you too, Love, most importantly saving you from the spirit that I had created in you of Me by my actions.

Come with Me, my Love and let’s sort this all out as One!

~

My sounding board is God…

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Sep 30, 2014

Sep 22, 2014

COMPRISED OF AN ECHOING


So many are "planning" churches for the future instead of in the now, instead of allowing worship to unfold on the original altar where it may. It disturbs the dance with Creation this metastasizing plot, this idea of conquering belief, this devouring of all singular thought outside of doctrine. Sorrow just begins to describe my thoughts on this...

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Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
(H)eartH
Sun
Water
Air
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Love
Peace
Laughter
Life
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Thunder
Lightening
Wind
Rain
(Echo...)

~

If we humans are to truly be honest with what we are, we wouldn't poison what makes up 75%, give or take, of what we are comprised of. Furthermore, we would honestly explore the other elements that exist in us from birth, THC and DMT, to mention the two sorely needed of our self-exploration. I believe these two should be known to all since they are an essential part (physically and spiritually) of what is within us from our births to our passing on.

I may not have given the medicine its boom boom in the first part of this post, yet I am not the one that made it "illegal", and that, fine-feathered spirits, is where the boom boom will certainly be felt the most in the coming echo of our tenure.
Scribe

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Sep 20, 2014

ONE STORY OF ONE

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Have I not satisfied your desires? Have I not performed to your satisfaction?

I have to those who stole Love, to those who lied to Peace, return him, he needs seek the truth of his Love. The story is being written, not imagined. Well, twelve of one, half-dozen of the other.
I am ready. I kid you not. Now is the time to summon my story for all to hear, I promise it will be most loving and never offer an absolute that isn’t wrapped up in an understood constant flux, a changing therefore not absolute evolution of life, spirit, and story… Shame on us for having the audacity to think it ever ends! I am here for purposes beyond my own capacity to know, this is being remedied in my dance with all other spirits. The Fayetteville Prayer Room tonight was with the spirit, the realm I’ve long since grown to know. I dance with all and I am about to emerge a free man with one amazing story to tell from this point forward, not an echo from my past, but a return to the truth in the now, an echo that keeps on giving and never without Peace.
It’s a fact, not a belief, or so the union between reality and imagination birthed a child of God in Heaven… Come and get me and let’s make a revolution that lets them know that we are Love and WE are Peace.
Boom boom! Goes the living drum, bing bing bong! Goes the truth in this, our eternal song…
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If you’ve reason that I should not step out into a breathing speech, let me know in person, let me know, don’t make things shaded, bring them out into the light that I might knowingly scribe this story, believe Me, it is going to be an amazing journey for all of my brothers and sisters. Without Peace knowing the fullness of his Love’s story, he will be the echo, then his echo will be brought forth by Love’s fullness, not shrouded in secrecy, but a breathing, writhing Love, finally free from the thing that has her in pain. The truth is never shaded, the Truth has no shroud from God’s light.
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Respect is not earned anymore than Trust. Disrespect is earned, mistrust is earned, their flip-side is given…
~
What have I done?
(Question isn’t what have you done, Scribbler, the question is, what are you going to do?)
Be set free… or free myself from the hold upon Me, that I might dance with We and find WE in ME.
(ping…)
~
(How’d you do that, Mark?)
I believed in it enough to manifest it in the unfolding story. It ain’t rocket science, thanks to all of you fine feathered spirits I am able to bring this story forth in the present, not foul it up in the past…
__Mark, Me, Scribe, Peace, with true Love’s agreement

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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Sep 19, 2014

BEING HUMAN, TOO

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This dance with the spirit is an incredible time,
a much deserved comeuppance
with who I allowed the next one,
the last one,
the no one,
the second son,
the new someone,
to become.
I am in this dance for the long haul,
inside or out,
I’m coming about.
Are you more than ready?
(Echo…)
~
Always see the best in people,
have a heart that forgives the worst,
a mind that remembers the good,
and a spirit that never loses faith…
__Being Human, Mark Richard Prime, Me, WE, Scribe of ME, Peace&Love, in prayer with the medicine of Creation...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


Sep 17, 2014

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