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Roar This Speech


This morning I roar this speech!

Why roar, why not sing it, why not speak it within your silence? Why not stand up and be counted, seen as more than just another in the horde of others?

If humankind is of one spirit then the term "horde" would mean the collective and if the collective stands up and demands that our beliefs join our reality, then we are destined for a conscience that can truly be beneficial to all life. And if all of life is our concern, we've got a journey ahead of us that will be filled with wonder and miracles never imagined coming from our actions and our thoughts.

Let’s be careful then that we create with Love. In doing so, we can remove our unfounded fears forever.

If it’s not instinctual, it’s irrational and if it’s irrational it’s unneeded and if it’s unnecessary, why think on it?

(Because you brought it up.)

Yes, but it’s not up to me to tell you, kind spirit, what to think about any particular proposition in belief, it’s up to you as a sovereign individual entity to consider it.

(Why?)

Because I believe beyond a doubt that the train is off its tracks and has been for far too long. We find ourselves too rapidly tumbling toward belief, and, since I believe that the majority of our beliefs are in stark contrast to our realty, one might want to consider seeking within to find the answer.

I believe we’re set to come face to face with the truth of who, what and where we are, I’m just trying to prepare for it.

(Prepare for it by writing like a madman?)

Appearances can be deceiving. I’m dancing with Love through my actions and my words. I’m letting Love envelop my fingers in its desire. My own personal desires are secondary in this belief…

(How on eartH is that even possible?)

Because I’m dancing with a whole horde of spirit.

(Silence…)

 (ping)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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