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God and Love


(Make her God, my friend. You’re in good hands…)

Better yet, make everyone able to become a God, we are after all the children of creation, are we not? What exactly did we think we would turn out to be in this, our Creation play?

The one exactness, whatever it may or may not be is beside the point, and to be quite honest with you, our grave search for knowledge has nearly been nothing but self-importance and entertainment designed to flatter the sense of the self instead of to recognize it’s tattered frame…

We are creators for God’s sake, so let’s create! Let’s not spend our time rehashing old memories into destructive reality, let’s create a new and vibrant memory of our Love for all and to the (H)eartH and Heart(H) of our Creation…

(What does that mean? And, please, be exact in your answer?)

Nothing exactly comes to mind, but my instinct was thriving throughout it…

Why would this come to mind? I’d imagine it has its place in the long line of clues as to what’s happening to me, but your guess is as good as mine.

Rat-a-tat-tat- the voice of what I imagine as God and Love is inside of that! Rat-a-tat-tat- There it goes again, smoke billows from the chamber that brought Love forth. Humankind waits for her call, but all the foul noise keeps them numb to their own truth…


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

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