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INFINITE ETERNITY


O! The spirit I danced with most recently is begging for me to speak, pleading with me to begin my dance in earnest, act that the eartH might never again suffer because of my kind’s errant thinking…

(Isn’t that a challenge more than it is a statement of belief?)

No. Is there truly a difference between what we believe and what we should strive to be?

(Silence…)

They are one in the same, belief and our creating, much like the inevitable dance between faith and knowledge, philosophy and mathematics.

I've had enough of the dance with fear, my tap shoes are warn through from my rapid-fire misuse of what I've been given, both physically and spiritually…

Intentions are the things that can manifest themselves as a kind of fear mechanism injecting its ideas upon and over the fullness of Love.

End all wars and murder and fearful conclusions, at least we should try it! Right? I say pray we end our suicidal pact with fear and begin to replenish our Love…

(Please try to read these prayers in their fullness, not just in your belief, but in your reality.)
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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