My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of love, in the hell of our making.
And I thought you’d never get here.
I knew where I was headed, but found myself faced with spirits that were stronger and more prepared for the inevitable than my little brain could ever imagine.
You are right. Yet is there not a soliloquy worth repeating within your miniscule existence, relatively speaking? And is this story not worthy of Creation? Have you not a duty to imagine the eartH as most sacred? Her waters need you! Her soil needs you! Her air needs you!
It is time to show her what we believe of her! Of eartH, which is Love, which is heaven. If our belief does not begin with Love and only contain Love for the sacred eartH and for Love, we suffer our humankind made manifestation of hell. They are the same, Love is everything. Everything! And, with our belief, have come parasitic leeches who imagine we can wait to fix our wrongs to eartH, to heaven, to Love! We’re hell bent on destruction of the only place we humans can lay our belief-fouled heads!
Remember where you are.
I am standing upon my beholden. My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of Love, in the hell of our making.
Let us free ourselves from fear, free our belief from it as well, for Love does not honor thieves and murderers. Love honors peace. Heaven is peace.
Echo…
Go forth and be happy, Love, and always remember where you are…
Nobody expected Love. We may have expected to die righteously somehow knowing we were right and justified in murder and the defilement of the eartH of Love, eartH, heaven, but, as it turns out, we don’t really know a thing. Love is in all of us. Love knows. Prayers soar with action, motion creates, and Creation is Love. Love is Love…
I knew where I was headed, but found myself faced with spirits that were stronger and more prepared for the inevitable than my little brain could ever imagine.
You are right. Yet is there not a soliloquy worth repeating within your miniscule existence, relatively speaking? And is this story not worthy of Creation? Have you not a duty to imagine the eartH as most sacred? Her waters need you! Her soil needs you! Her air needs you!
It is time to show her what we believe of her! Of eartH, which is Love, which is heaven. If our belief does not begin with Love and only contain Love for the sacred eartH and for Love, we suffer our humankind made manifestation of hell. They are the same, Love is everything. Everything! And, with our belief, have come parasitic leeches who imagine we can wait to fix our wrongs to eartH, to heaven, to Love! We’re hell bent on destruction of the only place we humans can lay our belief-fouled heads!
Remember where you are.
I am standing upon my beholden. My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of Love, in the hell of our making.
Let us free ourselves from fear, free our belief from it as well, for Love does not honor thieves and murderers. Love honors peace. Heaven is peace.
Echo…
Go forth and be happy, Love, and always remember where you are…
Nobody expected Love. We may have expected to die righteously somehow knowing we were right and justified in murder and the defilement of the eartH of Love, eartH, heaven, but, as it turns out, we don’t really know a thing. Love is in all of us. Love knows. Prayers soar with action, motion creates, and Creation is Love. Love is Love…
© 2012 by mark prime