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7.19.12 I’M AT LONG LAST REALIZING THAT I AM ONE WITH LOVE


I’m at long last realizing that I am one with Love. Loving, good, protective, like a beast, loving, like a child, like the songbird’s morning salute to Life, Laughter and Love. Reoice like the man I’m meant to be, the person we all must seek in order to know God…

Look everyone, I’m not sure where this is going but my guess, if I had one to imagine… where I shouldn’t, I’d say anywhere from eartH, to ground zero, and humankind’s need to know. We must unite as one brother, one sister, as one child of creation… Our purpose unknown, but if we would but imagine for a second that this our life, were not some puzzle that we must figure out to the best of our ability and treat our home as the most sacred of Mothers…

Love, she roars! Love she soars! Love she has my tongue and I’m wielding it for all to hear! Rejoice in that if you choose, but live it while you breathe! This Heaven you’ve long sought. Where are you child…?

(Sound…)

Horrible are they that linger with their Love beaten down to the point of indifference. We all have a case of the quivering fright at the sight of all that we have done and all we continue to do. It is our deeds, not our words that land us nearer to the Heavenly HeartH, the (H)eartH, that’s always existed just beneath our careless feet. Imagine the beachfront property and the critical winds that will blow through my scribing fingers tonight?

If I had had my bearings then, when I realized that all of this dream was standing atop Heaven, I’d have found a way to bring forth a belief that is nothing more and nothing less than the truth of Love that I find in me now. Humankind has unwittingly held their beliefs over what they can possibly begin to know…

(Cheeky fools! Honking and puffing about your pride and god-fouled belief that even Love finds you bold, broken, near her end kind of Love to bequeath the source, Mother eartH…)

She is Heaven, me, a parasite run amok atop her loam like all of the rest, but I chose to create it with only Love! Come with me on a new journey to Love and she will Love thee evermore in her Love eternal…

There is but one source for all of this, Love…

(It is simple, your dreaded chore of cleaning up after yourself, is needed right now more than ever imagined. For the love of all things, you must remember to Love! Do your best and all shall be revealed according to your memory.)

Mine was knocked upside down and set loose on a journey from hell that seemed as if it had been going on forever, fear over Love. Love has only Love within its breath. The bird pipes in, and her two cents flew pennies to Heaven with full Love! Both, in the fountain of changing my mind on where I am, and seeing it from an upside-down headed vantage point, like I? Love is waiting on me to choose…

(Speaking of gloomy sounding…)

Why hold gloom in my choosing, why not delight at seeing it from my perspective, Love? It’s Love, what’s to be miserable about, right?

This is a conversation with all of you that have come in contact with me. I’m healing your spirits, along with mine, for that is what I promised the Mother that I would do and that’s what I’m doing. I would be honorable in my daily life and I’d be giving long before I took, and if I were you, I’d do something stat with our Mother, the eartH of Love…

(Dang boy! You just don’t know when to say when, do ya?)

No. And “when” is irrelevant to the evolution of Life, Laughter and Love. It’s supposed to be a celebration!

(You can have your belief and you can delete it, too! Imagine that…?)

Let’s keep writing shall we spirit, I so want to dance into the Truth and sense my duty before it ever gets started- they wired me to arrive after Love has entered the ballroom, they just never bargained that it would turn out to be me… Rat-a-tat-tat and a thrumb, inside of that listen for her drum…

Dance to her gifts to the human ear! Hers first, ours in worshipping hers, then hers first and humankind is second fiddle to her bass drum! And a rum-a-tum-tum the blood, the nectar of the eartH of Creation, she waits! But do not forage into the great unknown without considering how rushed you are to get there begins your walk! Show her your full Love, all seven billion of them! Let us Love our way out of her grave debt! Let us summon our great courage and begin to think with her and not against her! Stand with me and be counted in attendance to a spectacular neverend to this; our arduous journey…

This is not to be edited, it is known to the spirits that dwell now inside of me, they’ve set up camp and are bringing me round to the person I’m meant to be…

They chose me, not I them, my fear rushed through with great abandon and edged me nearer, step by step to the Mother and the eartH in all her grandeur…

It’s not necessarily the delivery of my belief, it is mine, and the many spirits that dwell inside of me. Spirits whose take on Life and Love and Truth was something that they’d have to decide for themselves, I am dancing with your spirits and only you can get them back, I will release all of the Love I’ve bottled up inside of me from years of its non-use, I lived and believed it, and I will summon my fullness of Love that she may remain eternal…

The plane overhead rumbles its signal to nearby fear and they in turn send out a signal that something just ain’t quite right about when the scorched eartH, the Mother will rise up to greet us with sorrow?

We have our Love and we must use it to save us in this belief, to keep us from having been for nothing to the whole of humanity but as a consumer, to our eversleep there will be no echoes to come calling after…

You set me free my friends, you’ve set me free upon the (H)eartH of Creation…

Pray I never forget where it is that I came from. How many times you imagined that?

(Find your route upon the pathway of Love, you’ve been gliding backwards in your evolution in your belief, it’s time you learned it from the front…)

The man was so confused I felt no need to give him anything but what he needed to hear. Nothing more, nothing less…

As it should be! Love is in all, for all and kept in balance by her angels and when God did see this he mourned for her capture! Where were you when the going got tough?

(You’re one to talk about responsibility, Mark Richard Prime!)

What I believe is beside the point from the truth tangled in these my words!

(Whoah! Slow down there a second, cowboy! You’re going all Chucky on us here!)

Chucky? Really?

(Yip…)

The pipes on the eighteen wheeler go boom boom boom, the pipes on the bluebird go thrum thrum thrum, the song on the cricket shrills, fear your nature…

I have emptied all of my fears and for that I’m trudging an endless belief. Eternal, never-ending, so I decided, with the help of those spirits upon the pathway to love and a newfound instinct I decided I’d create a neverend that you too might add your loving belief to the truth. If we’ll but just Love, all will be made well again…

(Yip…)

We’re supposed to reign in our thinking, reign in the belief that’s fetid from such use, bring it Home again…

Boom! Pray! Boom! Pray! Boom boom boom, pray!

Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray the rain!

Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray, pray now for rain!

Pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray the rain!

Thunder from the interstate, as far as the eye can see! Oh! There’s so much more we’ve yet to imagine, so much more we’ve yet to see! One drum snare and a swig of nectar to bring us back to the Laughter, the glee we so easily missed in our rush inward toward an internal belief instead of one that’s eternal…

Once the belief, which does not end, is written (which it cannot be, not by the untrustworthy human mind, we’ve proven without our stewardship to Life, of the Loving memories, of the Laughter, and of the most precious Love beneath our feet, that we’ve given up on Love and we sense that there’s no turning back, not quickly anyway, once you’re there, there is no place to turn back from but into the face of Love!

Will the final stroke of humankind’s evolution hurtle him toward the one truth like a bomb…?

(Exactness)

Yes…

This is merely a belief, one of billions. I don’t know anything worth repeating save for her script she rushes through me…

And this is how I will know that Love is upon me, through my actions…

End your wars! End your famine! End your rigid imaginations, set them free! Open your eyes and see her for what she is, our only knowable and known beholden. Cleanse her Spirit, she’s failing to sense our fullness of Love! Clean up after yourself for the Love of Creation! Get busy, be happy, everything’s going to be okay, even if I’m simply Looney Tune! Boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat, listen for her drum in that! Boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat boom sound echo Love…

© 7-19-2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

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