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Love is God. God is Love.
(I pray you release these, my words to the world, they’re not mine or yours, they’re Love’s.)
Two moons through my eyes do see, one left, one right, both a different half of me. Love is wave and Love is particle, both sides of life. One searches for the place that humankind belongs, the other, recognizes the eartH as the bride of Love, the heart of God. We must always walk with Love, without knowing, but believing. (Believe in Truth. Trust in Love.)
Love’s duality is that humans are able to survive, able to discern from that which humankind knows, but has forgotten, from that which humankind cannot know, yet imagines they do.
Love as Love loves. Love complete, dancing with passion for the heart of life whose Love we’re trying to destroy. (Heaven help us…)
Once we begin to show both sides in a loving dance that is Love, we’ll have begun to please God. Won’t you join me in this dance? Won’t you listen to my song? I promise you will Love if I’ve any influence over the outcome of my newfound belief.
End…
(The end is not humankind’s to know or decide… it is Love’s.)
The balloon floats above the moon. It seems to go on forever. It never ends, this dance with who we are and the eartH and eternal life, the heart of Love. Earth is Heaven as we make it.
Rejoice! You’ve still time! You’ve still a breath before this Loveless life comes crashing down all around you! (She has been summoned by Creation to put her children down; they’ve worn out their use…)
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These spirits dancing now are raucous. They’re jostling me to write! There’s little time for thinking! Action, my brothers and sisters, is all that will summon Love to our aid. She awaits our consciousness, our goodness to come dancing forth, bringing us to the truth of which we’d rather not speak, the truth of who we might be.
I thought I knew. I might be who I am, yet this is God, this is Love speaking in my dreams, in my waking thoughts, in my every pore, every tree, every ocean, every living and breathing thing, mountain, water, soil, sand, forest, animal, sky and always remembering that everything is Love’s creation, even that which I cannot know!
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I am the next one. I am the one I’ve been searching for! Now that I have found me (I am me), where I was born, innocent, and in Heaven.
I am ready.
Yes. I am most guilty in the flesh, of that I do not want you to doubt, but I asked Love into my heart and have been forgiven of all of my sins and now beg of you to listen…
I am here pleading that you heed Love’s call, heed these words, heed your instinct.
(Oh! That is incredible!)
I’ve been summoned by God to release Love’s anguish. Daring, having been so bold as to agree and give God a much needed rest from humankind’s weariness by creating a belief from out of all of the spirit I dance with that will soar with only Love.
I am with God, yet beholden to (eartH) the Heart of Love, Heaven. Join me. Love will be overjoyed that you’ve healed your spiritual blindness. Walk and sing, breathe and dance and laughter from your lips at the wonder of Love, gladness in your heart for everyone and everything. Any who imagine otherwise are imagining another story. This story is now unfolding before me. The surprise is on all of us. You are stunned and I am elated at being in Heaven, both, equally shocking…
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(I pray you release these, my words to the world, they’re not mine or yours, they’re Love’s.)
The duality of man… If God told you that he was tired, he’d have a reason for telling such an unimaginable thing, wouldn’t he?
My answer was, yes. Is, yes.
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Oh! How can it be that I’m the only one that’s sightless to who I’ve become?
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(I pray you grant me my belief, dear Love.)
I pray you grant everyone their animal, that they may see their duty as stewards of Heaven (ping), God is therefore you and me, everything, Love. All that man’s greedy brain has wrought is hell on eartH. All we needed have done was care for and cherish the eartH, for it is Heaven.
Oh children of Love! I am being called! I am summoning you to dance with your spirits all, to love you, my brothers and sisters, my family, whom I’ve loved a lifetime of forty-eight years and who’ve loved, even the least in me, fear, that which I could not speak for the weight I’d piled upon the spirit of Love.
Dear brother, you are forgiven my friend, my blood, my kin, my kind.
Love is yours to fold over the belief in your beholden, the eartH, held as most sacred, as divine. We have lost our instinct, left it to the medicine man who remembered the lessons of where they were blessed to be. My friends, we are most certainly ready to live life in Love. We’ve written it, dreamed it, prayed for it, even plotted against it and look where we are? Hell in Heaven. We’re sucking her dry of life! Release Love before God speaks our minds and we suffer absent of Love lifetime, after lifetime, after lifetime. The time has come for us to do Love’s duty. Clean her shores, her oceans, her forests, her rivers, her streams, her air, her soil, her grief and humankind’s dreams!
(I pray you grant me my belief, dear God, dear Love.)
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Do we imagine ourselves as having needed better vision to have been born where we are and having recognized it as Heaven? The eartH is our beholden, my dear friends all, my family, kith and kin, my brother’s and sisters of God, Love, stewards, angels, Heaven. Love them all and watch Heaven’s sun rise on your home, on a warless eartH, a loving stewardship on a hungerless and thirstless planet. We can do better than separation, we can love. Love beckons you to your better self.
My brothers and my sisters, forgive me for our misunderstanding, I forgive you for not seeing that I was serious about Love. I am Love. We are Love. I am a human, and I am like all humankind in that I am able to create something greater than the flesh. I can choose, as can you, where I am, Heaven or hell.
God has summoned my belief from out of the mist after far too long, buried beneath self-pity and a sudden belief in God, and then it climbed to the height of now (buried deep inside of me), a new height to Love.
I have spoken to God. He is of flesh and bone, we chose our pitiable beliefs over the magnificence of Love, my brother, my father, my sister, my mother, my grandmother, my wife, my daughters, my grandson, my flesh, my blood, Love’s union, the eartH and the sky, God’s marriage and his bride, you and you and you and all. Love. Love conquers all, Love, not war or violence or pride, but Love. Love is God, God is Love. I have chosen Love.
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Man’s fears put upon Love have proved too heavy. Love’s having trouble breathing, careful she doesn’t crack us open. Careful that you think God imagines any bloodshed and suffering before Love has her will. We’re all a part of God and a part of Love, despite our best efforts to separate and divide them. Love is God and God is Love. Where did you think you were?
Over and over until this joy becomes my breath, until this belief resonates of Love, of Truth. It is Love, God’s beholden.
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My instinct tells me that Love is enough to live and breathe. It is the kingdom of Love that breathes her breath into our lungs and calls down to us of Love that we might begin to open our eyes to Love.
Love conquered all. It wrestled God to the floor of Heaven and proved him exhausted of the suffering found in man’s foul use. He asked if I would summon his children with a warless drum and I accepted the challenge. Peace waits on Love, on humankind to release her from their grasp!
It is not what you believe, it is what you know.
When it comes to your family friends, love them all as equals.
Love all and the eartH, in the eyes of your duty.
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Violence is the mind-killer, it is Love that will shut us down and bring us to the edge of madness to save herself from such destruction.
There is no battle in me Sun Tzu. There is no violence in me, my friend, there is only Love.
Surely Love has grown from God as God moved space and time, Love flourished in God’s rich design, so why couldn’t Love have grown along with what God imagined of it? Love grows into the child, thus filling God, yet, if God is nothing but Love, then Love’s been growing exponentially out of God and causing God to grow from everything into a limitless Love…
If human thoughts mean anything at all I pray to God that they’re stewards of Love. I pray for a warless dance and the loving imagination of humankind.
Yes or no? Love or fear? Now or never? Then or now?
Move to Love’s beginning and feel the rhythm of your heart. You get love and Heaven if you choose them. I have.
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I pray to God my belief is allowed to pass through man’s web, that man brings forth Love with full renunciation of violence of any kind against his fellow brothers and sisters for any reason, against any part of life, allowing his belief to wreck the one thing that we can possibly begin to know. Love and respect the heart of Love. Reap the Heart’s medicines, eartH’s remedy. Humble thyself before the eartH of God, Love. Humankind’s remedy? Love. Love will heal humankind, and humankind, with Love, will heal their abuse of Heaven. (Home is where the eartH is.)
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Two Moons Through My Eyes Do See Truth. Love is God.
The Love I’ve For You is Much Taller Than I Can Climb
The spirit from me to you is larger than life.
The man said thrice, but failed to listen for the answer.
Love.
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The willow sounds grouchy tonight, might be in for a bit of a tussle. God help us all.
Where are you going?
Where I’ve been going.
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When we began we were love, full love, the kind of love that hurts so bad it makes you look small next to the one that always gives and asks for nothing in return, but that I love. The love I’ve for you is much taller than I can climb, it’s the struggle of bringing belief forth because you think it needs to be heard. You're my angel on earth. Truth. God calls to me beyond imaginations that forgot they were in heaven. Tall order that, so let’s get busy before tumble down’s the sky…
Laughter. Smiles. Hugs. Tears. And Love. I drew a blank after love, its odd when you realize you’re in heaven, and the way you've grown accustomed to asking questions from your limited knowledge of the universe, you realized the world is magical, and much too forgiving. It is eternal heaven, bow...
Shhh… Don’t cry my love. The days are numbered only because man chose not to say what we should have said. We are becoming, superfluous, a second thought, a quick glance- the idea that I know anything is absurd. Of course, I don’t know anything, I just believe. How's that any different than the spirit’s you danced with to usher in yours? I come in peace. I’m glad you’re reading. Glad you’re thinking. Glad. Gladness. God.
If you’re glad you know where you are- Do you know where you are? Are you not the stars, the mountains, rivers and seas, are you not the laughter? Your laughter can caress these shores and we can begin to resurrect heaven…
I can’t keep doing this. Someday soon I’ll be-
What do you imagine that it is that has happened? Forgotten that humankind doesn't understand how they could be imagining hell wrestling heaven from her sorrowful grasp. Choices, choices…
And there it began, I’m in heaven. Oh! I am glad beyond anything I’ve ever known! I’m finally using my mouth for something worth speaking. The buzz of love has a piano in its soul, electric love, shocking our hearts back to who we’ve always been, love. My friend, I am your brother…
Why does everything make perfect sense from beneath my fingers these spirit keys tapping their message for anyone and all to read. I give my mind away to those that are willing to risk it all for love? Come! It is time to be who we are, angels, stewards of her shores, her oceans and her soil, her mountains, rivers and streams, let us rise up and get busy loving all and the earth, God and heaven. Amen. If we’ll but do that, all is forgiven…
Your spirit is noted my dear friend. Bless you and your lovely wife. Easy as one, two, three when you’ve danced with the spirit of God.
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I maneuver around it all now. My mind comes back to me, but not to who I thought I was, I was a man who had no belief, an angel and you my God.
What’s going on?
You know. Remember how it feels…
I know who I am. I am the next one, and why would I not carry that proudly and loved God as it was intended? The earth is our beholden ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for reading my words, but they must be let fly! Let them soar to love with feet beholden to the soil. These words can no more their own come forth than they can be coaxed by king and queen to reveal their love for fear of death. There should be no fear in death. Everything is going to be okay. God is love. Love is God. There’s nothing to be afraid of. God has never left you, my child. God is here, everywhere. Evermore…
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The experiment went out the window. We’re left with tough choices, believe we know or begin to seriously look at the earth, the heart of God, heaven, the darkness cloaking humankind in agony. Your beliefs have too much fear riding on them, too much suffering to be considered a plan, more of a self-enabled suicide, but have it your way. I may no know, yet I believe beyond all shadows found in doubt.
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Where was I going?
When?
Right when I asked.
I don’t remember.
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I remembered, her branches clanking along the wooden fence, I awake to her plea in my ear, love. She holds me captive with her creation, the guide to ourselves if we’ll but re-examine where we are…
I’m in the lion’s den. I’m roaming around, waiting for the shock to wear off of their faces. Surely they were as surprised to see me as I was to see me?
Hello?
(ping)
I’m so glad in my heart, my friends. The wave is bringing me back home, where I am from, the days are wonderful, as are the nights…
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Dive deep down spirit, and bring me back to your love. Raise your hands above your head while you’re in belief! Do not fear the outcome, heaven’s yours to create out of what you experience, not from what you believe. Belief is not an instinct. Belief is entertainment. It’s what we do with love that matters most. Lay down your weapons, end all of your wars, feed, clothe, shelter, create, love. Yes.
This Moment, This Exactness, This Progression of Love
The traffic roars like death, the wind jumps over the trash truck, me wondering how many trucks it would take if God decides to haul away the suffering?
What Creation must will us into meaning, not man’s side of the story, but Gods.
Think of it as a lesson in recognizing where you are, and then, who you’ve become- nothing more than inconsequential and a fearful little beast that believes rather than learns, headlong, instead of swerve!
Trace the steps back that we might see our burden is fitting, given the way we’ve loved the heart of God…
Man’s use of her has tipped the scales in God’s favor. A stacked deck, a gambler’s give, a thief’s take- This requires a drum!
Without the drum, the rhythm of the heart would be without its music’s reassurance thrumming in the silence of everyone, every crowd, every tragically alone, every surrounded affection that’s deserved for a job well done. It’s a dream you’re having. Remember?
No.
Remember where you are?
Yes.
Good…
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Our duty has all but disappeared and nearer to a reckoning like no other, this is heaven, paradise, creation, and we’d best get to loving before all hell comes loose atop the heart and brings us to our thankless knees, leaving us to fend off our own brand of love! You and I are supposed to be here, at this exact moment in time, this instant, not later, but here at this instinctual instant.
Your animal, what does it tell you? Run, hide, war and scream or give up and love? Rejoice that you’ve landed here with me along our way to God. I love you…
Love-man, what’s your secret to remembering?
Forgetting…
Let us love. It couldn’t hurt. Love all equally and always with kindness.
Let us love. It couldn’t hurt. Love all equally and always with kindness.
The stars are God’s greatest design to loves power. When love roars, and, on the heart of God, human’s squat and war, murder and theft, the rumble could last for days! Straight down the field, right or left, she’s coming, the heart of God, to claim what’s rightfully hers.
Ours is to claim an ownership of what we are all and every imaginable and unimaginable thing, perfection, one seed, and only love, from beginning to never-end, owned by no one, save for God.
Love my friends, and we’ve a payment due in our belief. In our belief that strayed, we forgot truth and we're left searching evermore. Forgot to love, left us in hell instead. Look around you, see any love? See the people marching down the street demanding something be done with needless suffering, wanting justice, deserving of truth. (Truth being risen, has filled you up with love.)
Belief, even the slightest into the creation of hell, will succumb to the gloomy story we’ve lent her that is no more hers than it is ours, it’s God’s, it’s love come calling, asking of what purpose were we? Did our love come from God or the earth?
Is there a difference? Is not the earth the heart of God? Do we think we’re, Will we be allowed to kill God rather than seek what’s beneath our feet! Are we this calloused of our journey that we can’t even remember where we are? Oh! Say that its heaven that-
(Am I rushing things a little bit?)
A bit at a time and you’ve a remedy for the force behind your penning the words of countless spirits that writhe in you? (I need to pace myself.)
Their spirit and my hand, we prepared to take it all back to God and ask him why not just let us be what we’re going to be. You’ve no right.
I’ve every right, when we continue to dare God to set us lovingly and permanently upon our thankless knees! We must choose wisely, my friends.
It’s quickening, the spirits dancing in me urgently need to be heard! They’ve waited a lifetime to have the truth be told of what life’s purpose was. We’ve little time for fear, so why not love. Novel idea, love. It cannot be constrained, yet, sadly enough, we’re forgetting our original purpose and replacing it with our foul beliefs when all we’re required to do is honor the heart of God, let your voices rise up in support of peace, in support of full love of all things, above our heads and beneath our feet and standing all around. Who we’ve become and who we were are too far apart to ever return in time to see it the way it was made. If we were able, heaven would rise from what you’ve sewn, but the payoff is jaw-droppingly significant. If I am to be believed, the spirits I’ve danced with are enough to cause me to dissuade us from our current path.
Come! Let us rejoice of truth, of God, before such foolishness! Without the worship of the earth as our home we’ve forgotten where we are?. Truth has been replaced with belief. It’s where we are and what we do! I want to know if you’ve imagination enough left to gather your animal instincts? Will you hone them, starting with the sense of location? (Where are you?) When it happens you’ll know it instantly. Belief will take your hand on the journey to truth, to your self, to your heaven, if you choose. It will craft the who and what and then we’ll all know, we’ll know something when our hell is rising up and we’re too busy looking to our believed God instead of being stewards, angels for the earth, which is heaven. What about your rescue? Rescue yourself by loving the earth, all of life, your belief coming second to your care and love of the earth. Love and there shall only be love and there shall heaven be…
The truth in these words cannot be verified by anything revealed to me on my journey; it can only be seen through your own.
Love.
And Then, God Mournfully Resets the Clock
Three things have happened. Heaven has found me, Love has wed me and God has heard my call for peace. Not stinking wars for greed! Not grand tales of God as roadmaps to war with another over a differing belief, echoing nearer more of this than meets the eye, even if we didn't see eye to eye, we're brothers and sisters, family of the one seed. All.
The spiritual battle is us. We are the angels, the stewards of creation. You are love, end your pride and bow to what you know, before what you believe as truth sleeps evermore.
What of truth? Not our belief, but the knowledge that’s surfacing in us now of where we are?
Instinct, truth never moves, it is a force to be reckoned and re-reckoned and with an exchange of love beneath it all. We’ve strayed far enough away, truth lands on God, God lands on top, a flip-flop of disproportionate conclusions, diffusions, make-believe deluge, fear rushing through our minds that we’re not nearly as smart as we imagine when we begin our duty to earth. Maybe we'll have no need to speak another word about belief, speaking of love instead. You think you're a victim, imagine how the earth feels? She knows of our use. She is heaven, and God asks us fools to begin our duty at once. God goes on to imagine humankind has lost its game, has forgotten too much already to begin to think of the truth again. Truth. God's handy work's being defiled by the human stain, the last refrain of broken strings, the wind blows now...
No. It was the breath of God.
She knows. Pray in motion, put heaven back the way we found it, and hush…
The end.
Is it?
Silence.
...and harvest what you glean that is of love. The rest, release it, that God might hear your cries and send love out for another round of human-made destruction, because you can’t think beyond your immediate needs. Your minds have jumped ahead of the human capacity to recall, to have and keep memory as God mournfully resets the clock.
(The internet is man’s champion. Occupy heaven.)
What?
(I was thinking out loud.)
Silence…
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