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9.07.12 Friday, September 7, 2012 3:20


Before they didn’t know a thing about me, now I’m trying to convince them that this is heaven. Help me help you and of our quest not tarry, she rises as we speak, the eartH, my sacred vow.

The eartH is the garden of our long lost Eden. Ours must be a loving stewardship of the Heavenly grounds of Heaven…

Get me a coffee, stat! I need supercharged for what’s set to come. It is the whole of Love to stave off our recklessness and pride, squatting on the eartH without a shred of grace!

This is, in my opinion the will of God, Allah, Christ and Love that we come together at this moment of our existence, lifetimes after lifetimes, repeating, and cleanse the Mother eartH of our misuse…

If one follows the pathway to Love they may take the exit ramp just before Love and instead challenge God. Which came first, Love or God?

(Too easy. God.)

No.

(Love?)

Both, simultaneously. Together as one since the inception of God, if that’s even possible…

At once. At inception. We have no full love for life, and our laughter’s become a cackle! Boom boom go our weapons! Boom Boom echo her thunder through rock and mountain, sea and sorrow…

(Still, you cannot kill her, fools! She is the (H)eartH of Creation, you, merely her eartHly slaves. Okay. Angels, if you must…?)

Why would we destroy the only thing we can truly know that’s outside of ourselves?

(Idiocy.)

Idiocy doesn’t begin to cover it, Curmudgeon. What we’ve managed to do is create hell’s destruction. Hadn’t we better release its love before we become an itemized deduction?

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

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