PRAY FOR TRUTH (a mad...man's rant)

Careful praying that war be the means to anything. War is not our friend. It will be our downfall, mankind’s ruin.

My freedom was and is written into the constitution like everyone else in the US, but NOT guaranteed.

My freedom to believe whatever I want, or to not believe in anything, is a right written into the constitution but not guaranteed. It is up to us to secure our rights, not through war, but through legislation or revolution or walking in peace.

Freedom is not only written in me and everyone else at birth, it’s also written into the constitution and guaranteed only by the whole citizenry of the US, not kept through warring, at least not the last four or five preemptive strikes.

When one says that God has granted everyone freedom, and then we ourselves forgo our nature and choose to rule via lies and corruption, then this reliance on the free will, the kind born in each of us, not, in truth, granted, but taken for granted, becomes the only freedom we're assured of and nearest the one worth fighting for.

War is not the answer. In defense, yes. But, in aggression or through preemptive strike, war becomes nothing more than a tool of murder.

In truth, the words that are attributed to Jesus in the bible, may or may not be exactly what he said. There is no guarantee that he wasn't taken out of context. As a matter of fact, it is highly likely that he was.

Son of man? Probably not. More than likely a prophet, a shaman, a medicine man, or something along those same lines. I am sure Jesus said some very profound things, like feed the poor, clothe the naked and house those without, and love your fellow man, your neighbor, Canada, Russia, Iran, Iraq, Palestine, China, Korea, etc, among many other wonderfully charitable truths.

We are all the sons and daughters of man. One seed. One truth. One. If you don't see that as the one truth, our kinship, then it is quite possible that you're blinded by "the word" and in need of a miracle to be upon your eyes.

We were given everything we could ever have wanted on this (heaven on) earth. We've no other rock that we can call home and we never will.

I believe we are thick inside of it as we speak. What is it we're to do, live in fear (war) or live in goodness (peace) as it was intended? I choose to live without fear of death or live in fear of anything, especially that which is not in my control. I choose peace, goodness. For me to do or for me to believe otherwise, according to my experience, would be a fool's errand.

War is not the answer, nor is the god we choose to worship, for man must seek, and perhaps find, in his own time and as he sees fit, truth. If he seeks truth through a higher power and lives in goodness, excellent. If he doesn't seek a higher power, yet seeks love and truth and lives in goodness, then so be it.

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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FAULT METER

FAULT METER When you get a question wrong you will hear three loud beeps followed by an even louder ticking of a clock. (Like tick-tick-tick-tick-tick?) You are half right. (Like tock-tock-tock-tock-tock?) You got two halves of it. (Then I give up!) You do? (It ain’t out of weakness, it’s my adhdad.) I understand. (You understand what?) That it’s not out of any weakness on your part. (Weakness, on my part in what?) Never mind, it’s definitely adhdad. • We float, we fly, we soar! We find our wings in each other. We find friends, cousins of the one seed of existence. An existence which never began, but always was, that loves us enough to provide life’s needs, our own, the same. A collection of living peacekeepers upon the surface of the most heavenly example known to them. • © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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