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The Grand Procession of Folly


I must be humble, so that when I face her (H)eartH of Love, I might recall my place…

The characters in this unheard of drama have been rehearsing without their actors…

I’m not God, whatever created all of this is “God”, at least it is so in my full-hearted belief. The most important thing is the Creation. Whatever my purpose is, I must be a steward who believes he’s set to finally know something worth repeating…

A great sadness just overcame me, here my spirit types away in glee at this keyboard while the Mother continues to suffer…

Action is the only thing swift enough to carry my voice out into the open, it’s the only thing I need. A nudge…

Oh my God… It’s been arranged that I come forth and scribe to you this Love-summoned belief, this Heavenly HeartH of Creation!

I will not be a “God”, I will be a “human being”, a “sovereign entity”, an “individual”, yet “integral to the whole”. I am (free)! O! For the sake of Love come forth with a most loving belief! Sing it loud and with a full-throated Love that she might recognize my grief…

I’ve been in hell and it was I, but this is me, who I’m born to be. I can choose to be in Heaven and her gifts will blossom far beyond anything of my god-fouled belief! Yet I say, forget belief for a while, open your eyes and shut off your grief.

…See her now?

(Yes.)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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