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The Answers to Your Questions (3:29 p.m.)



Where would it take me if I walked up to everyone I knew and asked them where they thought they were? Would I come away from the experiment any the wiser? Would the outcome of my prayers be known?

One at a time- (1) Perplexed stares because I begged to differ. 2) Only if I remember. 3) Not until the outcome of my prayers.

(What?)

The answers to your questions.

(They were my questions to give to you, that you might ask them of yourself…)

I still think I’m in half dream, half reality, aren’t we all? But to discern what is real I only need remember the pain and suffering from not knowing where the most important thing, at least in our purposed minds, actually is.

Look no further above your heads and kneel upon the (H)eartH’s forgiving ground.

Purpose is beneath our eyes, and we weep for things that matter little to our Heavenly Home. She is forgiveness and we are in great need of it…

(ping)

Rat-a-tat boom… Love.

(ping)

 (Sound.)

 (Silence…)

 (Echo…)

Again.



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


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