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No Choice but to Go


I wrote that "our personal take on our reason for being, is completely and utterly wrong", yet reality might just beg to differ. Ripple effects are a very real and present energy. Energy, not enemy. Energy has no enemy, it just is. It's the balance of ripples that might trip us up on our way to our unalterable destiny, but destiny will have us as guests nonetheless.

To be taken where one has no choice but to go, one must open their eyes and begin to see or focus their sight, so that they might begin to recognize who, what and where they are intended to be and not necessarily where they believe they’re meant to be or go. Now.

(Silence…)

You and I and all others are, in my opinion and in this belief, carriers of the loving spirit, who and what we're intended to be as a whole, the fullness of Love. Our fears have attempted to murder what's good for us as a whole along our journey...



© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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