The use of children to further an agenda that you might have is a cheerless use of Love…
Would you classify me as daft as a fox?
(You mean sly. It’s sly as a fox, scribe.)
No. I meant daft, I’m not a fox. But now that you mention it?
(Silence…)
When I write these words I am not thinking, I am reacting to the dance of the loving spirit.
I interact with people and their spirit’s and mine automatically dance to a loving belief, which is tethered to my newborn spirit which is within the spirit of Love.
The spirit's are laughing and crying and praying for Love! They are we, who we all, as one, are meant to be! Not as any number of our individual selves- but, within that scenario lies the truth, you see, the one exactness of humanity’s need- a loving balance, physical and spiritual balance. Home meets Love. Truth meets Spirit and Life finds its balance.
(And they all lived happily ever after, I’m sure…)
Life, dear loving spirit, is a stability to be found, not painted over…
(Hush, my child. You've written enough for now.)
But I haven’t. I've just begun to heed the truth come within this belief of the (H)eartH’s whispers to me. I promised that I would dance and heal the spirit’s in the ways that I could, not to be a marionette by any stroke of the imagination, but to do Creation a favor and craft, along with the many of the one spirit, a belief that is of Love for anything and all. A fullness not imagined before. A breadth of treats to keep us in awe and in laughter, life and love… and we, to remember.
(But what happens to belief if everything is known?)
There's no need if it is known, if it is known it is no longer belief, it is your reality being placed upon all others and that, I’m sorry to say, makes it rather untenable…
What are we waiting for, let’s get to crafting!
I beleve beyond the shadow of any doubt that I was not summoned from anything sent from above, I believe my summons came from the hellish spirit that we’d made of our beliefs as we danced and tore away at the eartH’s soil and tainted the waters with our foul genius!
(Take it easy, scribe, you’re about to dance yourself out in the open.)
I’ve got you kind spirit, to guide e safely through.
(So you believe…)
Beyond one nth of an iota of a smidgen of a doubt.
(So, there is daylight!)
None to discern, which is why it all makes sense, why this belief cannot end, it can’t, because I can’t imagine myself creating it better than the one truth which is already established. I can’t imagine me creating anything better than that which was set into motion by the one exactness long ago, for lifetimes upon lifetimes of this inexplicable existence, which has always been eternal. How could it be any other way? I say let’s make the most of it while we’re still privileged enough to be here…
What man or woman could actually summon the One Truth when they haven’t even recognized Home? Blindness of the spirit by willfully gouging out both of eyes from guilt is a dangerous act to commit …
The concept of “hell” is/was designed to put fear in the heart, where, I believe, there was none. I believe that the mere thought of hell, of agony, of eternal penance for “sins”, sins whose source was that of fear, something that certainly isn’t yours or yours or your thought alone that brought it to the forefront, maybe the whole, maybe, but the point is, it might be to our collective benefit to erase this, our hell, from our spirited beliefs…
The idea of hell is not a friend and should not and shall not be found in this belief, and hopefully not in any belief. The idea itself should be erased from the human frame, leaving us with little choice but to Love…
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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