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Self-fulfilling Love



How could we have allowed Love to be forgotten? What happened to our affections and happiness? Is Love not worth the struggle required to wrestle it back from hate’s grasp?

We can look at a thing until we begin to see what isn’t there, or we can begin to see a thing until we’re truly memorizing what exists. Evolve our thinking to include all of the goodness within every belief, within every philosophy, within every Loving thought, then progress with a vision honed in on Love and our perceptions cannot help but be enlightened. Do not focus on fears, they’re nothing more than the least of who we’ve become.

To rescue humanity, before Mother, Grandmother and Great Grandmother settle the debt, we must soar with truth in our sights and keep flying until we begin to recognize the ancient and familiar song born in each of us, in all things, the song of Love.

Pray we remember.


© 2011 by mark prime

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