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I am with Love as We Speak


I believe I was chosen, doesn't mean I'll pass the many tests to come. Could mean that I have not been or will be selected out of the many billions that have been "chosen. Am I like some lab experiment by God and Love that went terribly wrong?

(Too many cooks in the kitchen, eh?)

Yes, but a lab experiment? I don't know for sure, I know nothing for sure, if I did I would have solved this long ago. But the thought goes on forever, if an end is not possible in this.

(But what if it is possible?)

Then it is true, this story unfolding before me. Help me harness it, please?

God is in my Love, my Lovely angel come to rescue me from my self. I bow to the knowledge that I cannot know and kiss the soil in earnest for her cleansing and mine. When guilt is gone, in other words fear, it comes as no surprise.

It's all going backwards for me, like a film churning out forgotten futures and remembered pasts, a machine bent on Love...

What if our hope is in our belief of where we are, like a reality series where you create your own reality. The play is in it's third act, or is it four, I cannot recall for the acts go on beyond my eye, just out of reach.

(Why they call it unknowable, scribe.)

But what if it is knowable in the end, then as far as belief is concerned it is knowable, wouldn't that render unknowable meaningless? Unknown has more flexibility in its nuance...

Dear brother, and sister, I am most anxious for you to imagine this as the fullness of Love. Fear has left the building. I am with Love as we speak...



© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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