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8.11.12 It Just Didn't Happen for the Reason Written History Claims


My God… It happened, it just didn’t happen for the reason that written history claims, I believe quite the opposite occurred…

Saviors surround this globe! They are you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and we and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

Let us stand up then and act like one…

There is no need for my personal take on this belief, is there, or is it that you think I should merely scribe as if I myself am a machine instead of the same as you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and I and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

(What about me?)

Yes. Me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

(You?)

Yes.

(Silence…)

11:11:12

(Silence…)

Goodwill among all of humanity and everything…

(Echo…)

The swiftness of Love rumbles its message, the truth enters in like a whisper. Listen for it, and then react…

Jesus forgives me and I forgive Jesus with all of my Love, Mother demands it…

 (Did he just mention Christ?)

I heard Jesus.

(Me, too!)

Jesus…

(Rejoice!)

Jesus the man, not the God…

(Silence...)

Forgive me as I forgive you.

(Echo…)

Forgive us all as we forgive you. We’ve a lot to account for, you and you and you and you and you and I… You and me, not I…

(Echo…)

The lesson is to remember the lesson that you might not stumble so dreadfully from lifetime to lifetime of eternal life. See? You can live lifetimes until you get it right. The matrix is escapable, but what kind of legacy would I have had if two years ago I’d have started responding to what I’m being told, that Love and God are wed and we, their children of Creation, are angels to light another’s way. We now serve the spirit. Isn’t the joy and laughter and life within not worth spending some time in dance with the loving spirit, with the fullness of Love?

(Echo…)

You’ve not all been the ones just being. I am simply being, being who I was born to be, the Scribe. You?

Found this guy on the side of the road. Took him home to feed him and then set him free, but there I go repeating myself.

I love watching movies, films, plays… or should I say I loved watching them. I now find myself distracted with whatever belief (within the context of the work) streams my way, I’m dancing with it, the spirit is belief to its very core, truth. I now find a good long prayer is more satisfying to my nature…

I believe it beyond all. I believe that belief is, at its core, truth.

This is a symphony of belief! Let us rejoice that we are fortunate to be a member of this truth, this eartH, this Love! Halleluiah! Love has come at last!

(Echo…)

Not as many silences lately, more echoes. Why, Mark Richard Prime?

It just felt right.

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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