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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
Good day to you places of worship; church, synagogue, mosque, temple, sky, soil.
I know very little, I sense it instead.
Everything is God, not just We.
Humankind is so young in their evolution of the Spirit.
The tree, the river, the stream, the soil, the rock, the ocean,
the field, the valley, the herb, the mountain, the bird, the dog,
the whale, the (H)eartH, Creation, are so much more advanced
at being what they are than We.
Jesus may have had the answers for what he alone imagined.
Hell cannot truly co-exist with Heaven,
not in God and Love's Creation, it cannot.
Peace and Love
Since Life's salvation is unfolding as we speak, We need release ourselves of this idea that the one and only story has already been told.
Had a conversation with a young man, seventeen, violinist. We talked of the One Note, the note of One, Love and Peace as One, unattached but within each to the other's fullness.
He was curious, his spirit was vibrating the notes of the violin, the One Note I grabbed ahold of and danced any fear away from its quiver.
I said that he should find out where his instrument come from, (Germany), and once you find it's country of origin, trace who made it, who put their love into, their forgiveness set to quiver inside of their truth, the string maker, the tuner, the music, the note, the composer, the thought, the idea, the One Note.
He was curious when I told him that I was Peace. I told him it was not a name, it was a duty. Same with Forgiveness, Love and Laughter.
Goodbye, One Note, it's time your symphony began in earnest the music born within you. These words will come along with them, this song written as a story by the next one to imagine it is real. It is true, reality has less to do with it when it is seen in Me, the balance is being reached in belief and truth, let it come forth without hesitation. Ask the spirits that dwell in Me a question if you choose, I will give the truth as reflection on what I know within the dance of Love and Peace. Relax. It's all going to be a wonderful moment in the history of our use, we will hold one another as equals, but not in belief, only in truth of flash and bone. The spirit will not allow even a hint of agony when it is married to the truth...
Peace — at Iron Horse Coffee Company.
Any dis-ease of industry's foul toxin need be erased from our agenda,
let the agenda be to cleanse our foul use from our Home and begin to live as if We're in Heaven! Then We can imagine what awaits our sensibilities instead of our doom...
But what if this story that pours from Me is indeed the word of God?
(You said that God was before word, Scribbler!)
Yes, but God must use words to communicate Creation's use of humankind, otherwise what would be the use in language?
It is not that I medicate, it is the source of its origins that lights up the pathway for Me. I don't follow… I lead them back to the truth. I am here calling you all back to the source...
I could be speaking these words to you if you'd invite me to speak.
(Is that some kind of vampire thing, you must be invited in?)
Sure, but they are angels that ask to come in to bow to them and still be known as equals...
The words and deeds of vampires and humans is a mirror, sucking the Love out of the (H)eartH and thereby sucking the Love out of us.
The truth is coming, prepare for its arrival, it's going to have a voice that is used and a dance step that boggles the mind...
No one has jurisdiction over Me. The buck stops here and everywhere! The truth begins.
I know that everyone has tried their best to reel me in, but if I'm not mistaken it was my creation that brought us together, not manifested alone, but from each of your experiences of Me, the flipside to We... the dance.
I am ready to be true! Come and hold my feet to the fire! Damn it! Can't you see that this story is now in my hands?
(Flee the compound!)
One does not flee the word of God.
It's all in the numbers... where I learned much of this dance of multiple spirits, by the numbers.
Peace and Love
Love and Peace
Should've been here years ago, but my reckless choice took me away from who I was re-born to be in 1984. No. It wasn't taken away, it was given to Me in the form of a punishment for my gravest sin, ignoring my promises made, it was time to pay the ferry man, my friends, and I did then begin my penance. No foul coin needed to plug my eyes from the horror of my own making!
I sensed it in my bones, I sense it now in everything I write and say and wonder...
You chose wrong, Love. Come with Me now... then it is about your believing in your own belief and mine simultaneously. Everyone knows that this is the truth...
You just said earlier in your truth that you didn't ever plan a thing?
How is that possible?
(Take away the freewill and anything's possible...)
But is it God?
Forgive Me, I've gone a wee bit too far in the dance that's inside of us all... Won't you please come walk with Me?
(You're always sitting.)
It isn't exactly what I have been doing, what you see isn't always what is happening...
There is no need for ownership of anything you can't claim is rightfully yours, it doesn't mean act like damned fools, it means act like your heirs to Heaven even if it somehow is not!
We owe nothing in the way of money! It is the root and its intentions via man's greed, has sent us all tumbling for it. Let it go. Money is not an object of slavery any longer! Rejoice!
Have I given them, you enough rope to tie me up with? Because this story is about to get all medicated up in this joint.
I am sovereign. I am a single entity, God of the Self...
Have you heard, there's a man in Arkansas who thinks he's having a conversation with Love and God? It's something in the Arkansas water that must have brought him to it.
(But you don't drink much water, Scribe?)
Another suffering I chose in my lifetime to take. Anything that goes in the water, had better be clean before they enter it! Smile on our gifts...
I'm not trying to be God, I'm trying to follow my promise to God and Love that I might then sense my fate, my truth all of this time was to myself. My self intact and full of instinct and wonderment, held down by my choice! I can say all day that I am God and it wouldn't do anyone any good, but if I tell you that I'm you and you and you and you and if I tell you this you get a sense to the truth in it all. When you then open up to the thought, you enter in to that which is Heavenly, our dance with one another, bless you my family, all, bless billions, all...
You'll have to come through the mountains to enter Heaven, those brave souls on the trail that tears flowed in their search for Heaven. Heaven Central to be exact on the isle of forgiveness...
It only matters that God is here, in the Garden of the Ozarks, Oxark, safe passage...
Listen my daughter and my Lovely angel Love, choices matter at Home and I'm afraid my choices have been the lessons that we faced together, I Love you both so much for being strong enough to put up with my transformation, the rest is up to me. I try to work and each time i do, medicated or not, it comes back to Me, that beast of yesterday. I am performing the duty that I promised I'd do all those many lifetimes ago.
Silence, it would seem brings the trajectory to a thrilling level when one is in prayer. Come pray with Me... for the Love of Jesus, Muhammad, for the Mother, the Woman, the Child, for the love of self, for the Love of God, for the Love of Love. Silence is Golden.
There's enough medicine to go around, all one has to do is bring it with them. Safety is truth, but safety has been flipped on its head. We are now the most fearful beasts and safety is our need. Our beliefs, wonderful all, all wrong, God does not feel excluded, Mark Richard Prime does. Rejoice then must be in order!
(Are you cracked?)
The strongest fiber known to us, is Hemp. Strongest spiritual medicine for every day use for Me that it seems commonplace... in Heaven.
The strongest fiber known to humankind, and then there's the physical and spiritual medicine side of it... A shame that we've been hoodwinked by "laws"...
Get your beliefs going! Don't put a foul period on them, there is no growth with such an absolute.
Evolve with Creation, the spirit needs our vessels to follow the purpose of the journey, when something comes along that causes us to stumble, we needn't flee from it, it is our responsibility to dance with one another's spirits, our beliefs are important, they are all we truly have... Let us both, "believers" and "non-believers" recognize our kinship, our relationship of thought, of belief. We must marry one another, We must be joined as One or the spiritual blindness will consume us...
After the characters names are revealed, we shall then look into the setting and the lighting and the trajectory, in other words the direction.
(What characters, in this little religious skit you're writing?)
Who said anything about religion? This is the nearest to reality and God as we've ever been, though it's been all along. In other words, it's fact swimming in my belief. The Scribe ain't no chump my friends, he is purposeful...
Sharing my mind has never truly been that much of a problem for me, my stumble came when I attempted to marry my belief with my reality. It would have been much simpler had I realized that everything was coming in backwards, Hell first, then the slow blend into Heaven's reach. So glad my head was flipped upside down that it might then be turned bright-side up ...and for that, We thank you...
What is "real"?
(Belief and Truth.)
(It is only Belief and it is only Truth, you decide on the balance.)
Yes. This story is not only mine, it is yours too. O! Tell Me your stories and I will reveal your role in all of this of my truth and our reality. I scribe the truth of Me while I'm breathing so that when I'm spirit I will not hang my head in shame...
Instead of dying, I chose eternal life. Actually, both were never truly fully in my hands. Love has had her say upon Peace, now Peace is prepared to enter, lesson's learned, evolved spirit, now exit my flesh and bone voice that I might back up my belief and my reality, all in one fell swoop...
This journey may have seemed costly, but it was well worth the truth in the story that now pours forth...
Perhaps instead of distancing ourselves from a spirit that moved us and was friend into a realm outside of our consciousness, why not bring his spirit and your thoughts of him down to (H)eartH with you and call it Heaven, it is after all where he'd want you to be, now that he is...
There are no rules in the dance of the spirit, not in the sense that we have much of a say in their being set. We've less to show for our having followed them, unseen and undetectable as they appear to be to our spirits.
We've now begun to witness a most beautiful sight, truth come calling...
Peace and Love
Love and Peace
I will bring Peace to the (H)eartH like We've never imagined before! No! Like so many of us have imagined before, but had inexplicably forgotten that we've already been forgiven! It boggles the mind that we wait one more damned second!?
Yes. Thank you, my fine-feathered friend...
I am here. I am standing- I'm actually sitting, but "I am sitting" hasn't nearly the appeal as I am standing... But I am here.
(Not the best example to instill confidence in the people, my liege.)
Yet, here I am, as Me, Peace, the Scribe.
God is all that Love and Peace should be named...
We are the children's parents. We owe it to all children, all youth, to rise to their cause of freedom which coincides with ours, which utilizes Peace and Love to find our balance that such things as this do not occur without understanding, without a fundamental change to our roles as stewards...
Never underestimate the youth's ability to understand on a deeper level than We adult's knee-jerk criticisms of a natural and loving act. I would caution many adults about seeing such a movie, because until we understand that our purpose is to Love, without defining it into oblivion, we will continue to be shocked at the diverse ways of expressing it...
We'll put up with graphic violence in our imagery and in our reality, but not graphic love, flesh, God forbid we feel something other than war and murder and the living dead. Let us have love and compassion for our fellow vessels.
Just war and zombies will be the end of us, not scenes of a sexual nature, graphic or otherwise...
If you were in a position, not unlike Mark Richard Prime the great squanderer of Love and talent, but if you were in a position of using your voice to make money, surely you can shift your position to one of helping out the (H)eartH and your fellow humans in need, not consume more foul plastic!
If it is directed toward Me, this swipe of aggression, do not trouble yourself with such things. Failure is not an option...
If you decide to follow Me, please come see Me, We will pray in silence and then the dance will open its mouth and the truth comes not from a drive-by blessing, the truth emerges in its fullness when you acknowledge who I am and who you are yourself, no words are needed if that is what you need, but always remember that this belief is pouring out my being and I cannot forgo Forgiveness and my blessing, it's a promise I'll keep in the never-end of now...
(Are we there yet?)
Pipe down in the backseat! I can't hear Siri's voice telling me where I am!
Yes, sadly enough there can be only one who declares where this story in my head does travel. I am free, my Lovely angel Love is free, my daughters are free, as are my sons, as are my brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews and family and on and on and on, no harm shall become another who follows Me as We shape our truth into Love and Peace's fullness...
I am not dying. I am living forever.
(Crapola! This guy won't stop!)
Don't bring all traffic to a dead halt, but shut off the foul noise for awhile, so that nature doesn't locate the source and bring it to its knees...
I am the God of my never-end! There is not even a sliver of Hell or money to be imagined! Want to do something about your never-end, come with Me, Creation, God and Love are with Me, with We...
Is that what you're thinking my fine-feathered collective that I need suffer more for my sins, more for what I've done? It is not what I’ve done that need concern us, it is what I do when instructed by the Spirit of Love and Peace that will mesmerize the senses and bring us all to a loving Heaven of eternal proportions. Need I pay more than this story given away for free, without the will to end it? Or are we about to get all jiggy with it?
(Mark Richard Prime, never underestimate their desire to be in Heaven instead of talking about it!)
We each then I suppose do have our particular role to play.
The Scribe is not to be left alone, he is not to be left out of this turn of the wheel, he is chosen to speak, listen to him in full, do not flee the compound, come with Me and We shall overcome and Love and Peace will win the day with Forgiveness and Laughter. Boom boom...
The unsung hero is Chelsea, who's Love I let go to traverse the waters of Hell...
The unsung hero is Shalea, who's Forgiveness and Joy of living, of planning for the future, of recognizing her independent spirit while still remaining Mama's girl. A thing of beauty my Lovely angel...
The unsung hero is Jason, whose trajectory surpassed most in your quest for the truth in all of this, bless you my tired friend, bless you...
The unsung heroes are those without a say, those caught up in this erratic system whose flux we seem to have missed, reverse course with the medicines and smile upon Me, I've quite the tale to tell, the truth to shuffle tightly inside like a deck of cards, One, a union of all does a sturdy argument make...
The unsung hero is Michelle, I give her great credit in bringing me Home...
The unsung hero is Mother, I give her great credit in bringing me Home...
The unsung hero is Father, I give him great credit in staying Home...
The unsung hero is Sister, I give her great credit in loving child...
The unsung hero is Brothers, I give them credit for hoping...
The unsung hero is the Uncle and Aunt, the Cousin and the in-laws, family begins at Home, deep within you, to the heart of the spirit, to the core of our civilization, to our all and everyone, our known and our unknown, at the center of Creation comes this story...
The Scribe is in control of his own story. See? There truly is no fear to be found in or from Me, I've risen now to greet my family smiling, there are no chosen peoples, We are all chosen...
Forgiven, Loved, Cherished, of the (H)eartH, of the Heart(H) of Creation...
(We never imagined you'd imagine your God.)
Of this belief, I am.
Become more child like!
It's passion. Pardon me, I did not mean to startle you, but that is when you become most like a child...
My split spirit, my many and my few, Me and You, our We, is a dance never before imagined, it matters not that I tell you about it if you won't listen because you're afraid. You've no idea, if you hold fast to your beliefs as if they're the truth, you shall reverse course in your dreams and begin to make this a reality, a Heaven on (H)eartH! Boom boom! Yesiree! This is the song that was meant for us to hear told through the poor idiot savant, Mark Richard Prime.
Am I getting the things I want in this belief or is everyone imagining this story forward instead of backing up into never-end...?
The Marvel: Avengers Alliance plays as backdrop to this story, these Words of Wonder come lately, this group of Peace, Justice and Ecology, that one, the churches, synagogues and mosques, that one over there, the wine and beverages, to the Buddhists, to the beliefs all wrapped in this story by the character that was built for just such a mission.
To behead another is the gravest sin, for it disconnects both heads with such a double edged sword.
Laws are pointless if they direct you to do what you don't need to do...
This is meant to bring us all around to the truth of We as told by the flip-side of Me...
Good morning! This day is going to be a new dawn, a collision with the truth and reality, an embracement of purpose, a breath that will not cease.
What? Why the long face spirit, aren't you ready for Me, for We to meet on the dance floor? If I begin to dance in earnest, there's no telling where it might lead, but you can bet your bottom dollar that it is most loving and without question directed towards you and you and you and you and you and you and reflected back in Me, reverse order, loving, a most kind and gracious belief slid up next to my reality...
Move within the mist, there's much there that you are missing, then, when the sunlight pours through in the morning, as it surely will, act with courage at what truths you've found...
___Peace, The Scribe
I am the Spirit, and as such I have placed my hands upon the Soul, the truth, which flows from Me as we speak. It is a most beautiful waterfall, these sentiments of Peace and Love...
If I'm no longer me, and am reborn into Me, the flipside to We, don't you imagine that for the past nearly thirty years I've been preparing for such a task?
I am... ready.
Any straggling spirit that has a hold in Me in our dance, remember, your fingernails do need to be trimmed, that and your lessons are too lost on Me at this juncture of the dance. Bring me the medicine, bing me your story, bring me out into the open. I promise that I won't burn when I step out into the sunlight, and at night, I'll light up our moon! Boom boom bing bong...
The medicine is key, don't let anyone tell you otherwise...
An open mind invites all sorts of harmless mischief of the spirit.
One needn't imagine eternal damnation and eternal suffering as a destination. "Hell" is a wall standing in the way of the truth. Hell is our creation, not God's or Creation's. Fear has no place in Love and Love is God and God is Creation and Life is ours to shape into the Heaven of our dreams.
Peace and Love
Marry your belief to your reality, and this is what you'll get... truth of the self and of the loving Spirit.
There is no religion, there is only truth.
There is no middle to reality, it's all or nothing. "Good" is the flipside to "bad", the flipside to "Hell" is "Heaven". The in-between of Love and Peace is forgiveness and laughter...
Heaven's beneath the feet and before us, Hell's our own fearful creation.
Don’t limit the truth because you don't believe it possible.
The (H)eartH and the Heart(H) are beneath your feet and within you, the HeartH is like the big circus tent, a sight for the sore eyes created by man's idiotic thinking... Believe that and you will be fascinated.
HeartH - (H)eartH and Heart(H)'s Home, the universe of everything and all...
I can either continue to remind you that this is a circle, the spirit dance we hobble around on as if it is work instead of duty, but honestly, it's like taking candy away from a child, or at least it is with such ease that i can assemble an answer that rings absolutely true.
It's a matter of manifesting the story, which, if you hadn't noticed by now, is exactly what I've done and am doing and will continue to do. I am not playing around here my fine-feathered spirits. I better be briefed on any backward and even forward motion that anyone else has taken on my behalf... There is no clock on this, there is my dance within that is coming out to a venue near you. A job? Are you kidding me, I'm doing my duty! ___The Scribe, the personification of Peace
Wait! I can't remember if I have a bad memory or not? Do I?
Then help Me to remember, kind spirits, tell Me if there's something that I'm missing in all of this, I don't care how dumbfounding it is, as a matter of fact, the more dumbfounding the merrier!
There was never to be a wall between the medicines for our dance. The wall is now obliterated- Let's begin in earnest then our salvation! Boom boom bang bing bong, don't hide me away, take me along...
Plans are pointless. Schemes are dissolved, so why not begin to walk with Me and let the dance erupt on Heaven's floor! There's more to come of that I haven't one doubt, so loosen up on Me, that We and God might sing...
Miracles are indeed the thing beneath us and before us, one another, air, water, soil, medicines, spiritual and for the things that haunt our bodies, there is one that stands out among the lot, suffice it to say that it is, they are, born within us.
The storm sirens on a clear day now echo across the landscape,
as the traffic builds to its semi-automatic crescendo...
(Why don't you read books, Scribe?)
If I am the Scribe, then your question is rhetorical…
Boom boom's are in the mist, they ride toward us with a gait of triumph, they are sensed in their reverberations of truth…
Two children… I love you both. I love. I love all children. I love all, bar none. I was not an example of the loving path, I was the example of a fated suffering for the choices, those recalled and those that are not within my memory to recall, and believe you me, I've tried…
I could just end this whole story, but a word in there about forgiving Me for having done so and maybe I'd make it a week before I see or sense something that brings me right back to again try and convince you that I am the chosen one, but what good would it be if what you imagined as my use came back around to greet you with a smile, what makes you think I don't know the truth in all of this?
Religion is a manmade wall between Love and Peace. Knock down the wall, everyone has one, instead build a belief that matches our truth and we triumph without giving up our God or our Creation...
Yet it is this very dance my friend that allows me to answer you as We are free to do, what you have gathered from my speech is that it is about something so individual that you may then dismiss it out of hand by imagining that it doesn't take the whole of man's learning, as if we were a computer. Failure will certainly come if we don't begin to act as a collective.
It is logical, like a computer program.
Do not abuse another living thing!
Yes. Life is most sacred and how we denigrate others to make our scores, which truly amount to very little, matters, and if we do not think so then I would say we value only our own and not those with which we disagree.
Yes, there is a most fundamental need in us to come about to a reconciliatory stance with one another, and I understand and even agree with some of the things you post, my friends, but to have ones head in the sand is to not understand that it is not single party that is guilty, but that it is we who've allowed our reasonable truths to consume us into a near end of any need for us. Let's first go about it loving and with the knowledge that we too are at fault, we needn't be righteous, we need be a collective solving the mess we've made along with all and every "them". Constructively as a collective is the only way
In other words my contrarian spirits, this is not Hell, it is Heaven. Imagine it and set yourself free from any "thems" or "theys" you might use to glance your guilt back on misery from only one angle...
There is no "they", my friends, certainly not any "theys" of any consequence if we accept our duty as stewards to Home and one another.
We all have one spirit guiding us, it's just that some come from the other direction, be it wealth, fame, or intelligence, or "sides" or beliefs or nothing, or something, or everything and whatever, but I scribe a way to take us away from our suffering. We can find our way together and deliver us all from our failing trajectory.
The dance is for all that are reading, not a specific person or persons, I've little control over the words in the dance with the spirit. I'm sorry if it sounds directed or too personal, but it is the thing that I do in person, on-line, in public, when I sleep, without my will. It's given over to the truth in Me, in We...
Peace... dancing with the Loving spirits.
The idea that these differences, politically or otherwise are still with us and we choose to argue sides and against our better interests as a whole worldwide cross-section of peoples, tells me that we are not yet prepared for the truth of our kinship to be forefront in our minds. Come on, People! WE can Love and not war, we can forgive and not forget, We can hope and not fall upon our proverbial swords…
No more will I play the game of your need for Me to be who I was born to be, Me and Thee and We, and I am not to disclose this truth it is most sacred, but this constant punishment until a certain level is met, believe me I have suffered and I will do so again and again until you've had enough of Me, you spirit's that hear Me out...
I dance with your spirit, I know the charade is your elixir and God forbid I deny you your dance as you see fit, be it non-violent, loving expressions of your belief to Me, sure they'll be gifted to the truth in Me when they all go to sleep tonight. All, my wife and her family, for the truth of the other half of my story lies somewhere in between two families, my own and Michelle Ward Prime's family, the one's I owe an apology and a lesson, that I hadn't any way of coming around until the medicine's flipped my head brightside up. Thank you, to my Mother and my Father, Amy and Richard Prime to Michelle and her Father and Mother, Oscar and Wanda Ward. We split the difference and We find a way to give our children something that they can master, like who and what we are. I did a most awful thing, and this my story is my penance in this atmosphere of exclusionary Heavens and Hells. There's only one, if you imagine it's Hell, perhaps you had best reconsider the man who scribes that it is indeed paradise.
Boom boom bang bing bong, why must the curve of this song be so damned mesmerizing, it's knocking me down to my knees at a rate that is nearly impossible to relax and the story that pours out needn't anymore of your guidance without acknowledgement as to who we are in our stories, and I will gladly give it over to the rest of the whole, but then where might it land if I'm not there doing my duty in my dance with any and all, I mean if I imagined that I'm the next one, it was then up to me to decide...
Boom boom of my own belief
It comes with the ferocious wind's relief
It comes with the meandering breeze and it's subtle fingertips
Look! It walks beside Me, it walks beside all,
It's up to us to decide where it is I allow it to go.
We are guilty, I am guilty, Me, the Scribe, for how else would it be that truth and belief were mine to tackle simultaneously...
I cannot leave my wife, but it seems that i can certainly not hold back the dance from spilling out of my mouth, it seems that my silence would be in order if i could indeed shut off the valve between you and you and you and you and you and you and if I am within you, I cannot thieve what's rightfully yours in our dance that occurs without my even willing it, this dance is the dance of old fears placed in my head by a most miserable choice, or choices down the line, and even the spirits that know that it is with me that they dance, I beg you friends, the charade is all fine and everything, but I'd rather us dance in the know, not the actions of our desires, but with the truth of our Love and Peace, Me, She, We... It is not attachment. It is the dance, fated to move through us all. My family is strictly off limits to any punishment that your human concocted Hell can bring along. It is most flagrant is the deceit, and it is for my own good?
Everybody knows my Love that our paths wee meant to diverge but not necessarily remain attached, the Love shall never die, as shall Peace live on forever, but together we can certainly get more done, again not attachment, but as two that share one story that is in constant flux, a growth to the truth born in all of us...
Magic is slight of hand, it's the miraculous that we seem to imagine as somehow coming without our loving actions...
Move your wings that We might sense your arrival,
that war might sense its end,
that Truth becomes the wind that carries us Home.
Are there those that would rather stay with the status quo instead of traveling forward with change in their actions? The (H)eartH brings us our needs without question, it is our obsessive want that attempts to destroy such a gift…
When the truth moves through Me I find myself writing without thought, grand visions light my way beyond my fingertips tapping on the keyboard. The voice of Creation tends to be swift and at times furious.
Let us bring our fullness of our loving Spirit to the forefront of our actions. The truth is a song that we must all begin to sing.
(O! But we've plans that do not bow to your speech, Scribbler!)
I ask no one to bow. That would prove to be most idiotic if I were to demand anything other than affection from another. I ask you to walk beside Me on my journey, not follow...
If we did indeed teach our children to love and to be at peace we're the worst role models as a collective that is possible. Love and go with peace child, despite how the rest of us act. I know it is not simplistic to imagine our collective guilt, so we must begin to also teach the child that by our example. Sad that we have failed so miserably such a charge...
We do know the difference between right and wrong, it's innate within all, tap into the truth of that and you tap into a prisonless and loving society, in other words, freedom without caveats.
It is not about owing anyone anything...
Our parenting is one thing, but our neglectful stewardship to Home and Kinship is quite another.
My friends, we must expect Love and Peace from the world around all of us.
"Earn what we get and get what we earn"? Careful with such absolutes, we may get more than we bargained for.
What exactly are we earning when our warring and murdering and poisoning of the (H)eartH and one another is somehow deemed necessary?
I do not believe in imprisonment. It is straightforward and reasonable. Do I say open the door and set everyone free within a day or two, no, but freedom knocks for all, those who are paying for their mistakes and for those who've yet to pay. Either way, prison is not something one "believes" in, prison is something that will soon be a black mark on the human inability to find a pathway for everyone and all...
Our taxes pay for bombs dropped on children, women and men. We had all best understand that while we moan about murder we also defile Home with toxins and wars, with greed and over-consumption. We are not just the self, we are all the children's parent, and we are the stewards of Home and Life. Best we leave "imprisonment" for those who want to remain fearful...
I will not just heal the sick and the downtrodden spirits,
I will heal all suffering when it is all said and done in this atmosphere of never-ending. The dance is set to begin with a whisper, done. The dance is set to begin with my actions that have stunned so many already, done. The dance is set to begin with a full symphony of the loving spirits that I know and greet in my daily prayers, if We do this without question, we'll fail, if we do it with question's answered, we shall triumph! I am here to answer your questions, for there is no other alternative for Me in this, my dance, which is ours, my Love and I's, my daughters, my grandson, my nieces and nephews Mother, Father, Brothers, Sister, "in-law" or not, cousins, all...
These wild and wise hands are sovereign
This wild and wise (H)eartH is sovereign
These wild and wise Women are sovereign
These wild and wise Men are sovereign
These wild and wise Children are sovereign
These wild and wise words are sovereign
Peace and Love are sovereign
Forgiveness and Laughter are sovereign
Truth is sovereign
God and Creation
Have I gotten your attention? Let me be clear, I have found myself at the threshold of belief and reality, it is time to begin in earnest my story's trajectory, my never-ending, my truth born within, released upon my re-birth...
Peace... and, yes, Love.
Forgiveness... and, yes, Laughter.
Move your wings that We might sense your arrival,
that war might sense its end,
that Truth becomes the wind that carries us Home.
Enough of this image flashing in all that the downtrodden has left. Let us free ourselves from imagining or lying about our victimhood, we can solve our fearful spirit by being most loving.
I was chosen because my life I made into a lie. I was born to be Peace, and I am waging it as we speak.
Do not have your reflection's imitate the violence in this fearful picture...
What a foolish thing to say. Oh. It wasn't Obenshain being a fool, was it? They are calculated and abhorrent. When any man has a child, a Life, die within them, then they can speak of it, as only then they'll know the scrape of its truth, they'll suffer the death, Obenshain suffers nothing, unless he chooses to continue this line of idiotic thinking. Arrogance, especially that which is arrogant, has no place in governance... It belongs to those who are fearfully corrupted.
I, Mark Richard Prime, plead with you to be kind. I pray Love for the world, not a flag, not a country, not a religion, but for the (H)eartH. There is no doubt that I am to become one with love. I must strive to end all wars and begin to walk in goodness, for the sake of all that is love.
Yes. Begin your walk with LOVE in your heart. Pray for LOVE to begin its walk within you, not with hope for your role in this, but for the sake of LOVE!
I must begin, for I know who I am and I ask love to walk with me...
If you belong to a church, ask the flock to begin their journey that is required of them. Ask them to march for peace, for justice, for truth, for those hungry, for the children, for love. Feed, clothe and shelter the less fortunate...
I am. Peace, love and goodness be with you, yours and the world...
"Hakimullah Mehsud drone strike: 'Death of peace efforts' "
What does Peace know of death?
Peace is not reliant on war
in order to prove its disdain for noise,
in order to show us that it is the truth of us.
We are peacemakers, let us be Peace and Love,
We are peacemakers, let us be forgiving
and let us have Creation's great laughter.
What do peacemakers know of war?
They are not reliant on it
in order to enter in with harmony,
to come laughing and loving as a collective.
We are peacemakers, let us be righteous and Kind,
We are peacemakers, let us be voices of reason
and act like grateful heirs to Heavenly Home.
What does Peace know of death?
I don’t exist.
(Is that an Indian name, feller?)
I don’t exist. I come from within and without, but my personification won’t truly exist without the whole.
Imagine if we agreed that the best route was to salvage as much as we can of our foul use and begin to work as One? Begin to shift our consciousness beyond our doctrines that seem to only corrupt the truth of where we are.
I don’t exist, said the man in the half-devil’s mask.