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FELLOW SPIRITS ALL


Goodmorning, my fellow spirits,

Do you remember? You're my guide, sending me forth to cleanse my failings, don’t you remember? Honest and full Love with her and his and ours and theirs and yours and mine and you and me and I and on and on until the courage is mounted inside my spirit to ride the length of the fields, the length of the mountains, not these prophesies of doom and superiority over another based simply on what is believed.

Whatever happened to the truth?

(Silence…)

You too can know the truth. Take on other's sins, for in truth, they are your knowing grin, too. It will cleanse you for what's to come. We are, in the never-end, going to know it all, are we not? Otherwise, what would be the point in our suffering if not for the Hell we created? And if we are to know it all, are we not also to rein in our kind and partake in truth; the fullness of love?

(No. Nobody's God...)

It is, dear family, what matters most in our play, family, and if I care about my family enough, I'm good to go, so do just that you've decided? It is how it was deemed to be, by that which is unknown, not reality in thought, but reality in fact. It'll save us a lot of wars! A lot of murder, rape and greed, if we'll but recognize this fact, me, my family, your family, all family has been found guilty of abuse of Life! So we engage the spirit and ask ourselves if we are Love, life and Laughter, or are we Fear, Death and Tears? I for one, opt for the first, the one that began all of this our experiences! We are collected for our experiences and I believe we'd best reverse course on our belief's for a while and begin to focus on what we're doing to save our own skins from our consumption.

The game is on you, too, my friends. Mot just me, and not just my family and not just any family, but all...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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