ME: I’ll stop breathing when I forget. Speaking of that, if you happen to see me fall over, would you kindly lend a loving pair of hands, and then remind me of where I truly am if this is not Heaven, could Heaven be a replica of what we saw, what we see, in the eartH besides our own belief?
SPIRIT: Holy mother and father of God! It’s time to rev up the Love machine and wash everyone with it, all within a light-year or two away (from being swell friends) and with a thought in reservation, waiting to be smoothed to a song, the song that now leans joyfully against me, and with a whispering tongue upon the Truth…
(Can you hear me now? Am I coming through out there? Tick tock, time’s irrelevant, so why should one consider it?)
Suggest that to the one about to have their reality come into view. Then once they've found their balance, they come together before the reality is even due. Love and owe nothing, be fearful at your own peril, but do not worry in the least for one cannot predict the future with any real certainty, one must always remember to think of it backwards, that your action is actually doing good, just not nearly as much as we should be. We should be at peace and quieting our frantic wits to a dull silence…
(Dull silence?)
Yes. It’s like the waves rustling the shore when all is in silence, save for Creation's natural sounds. We are Love, not fear. We carry the countenance and fortitude of Love. All of us carry Love and the truth of Love within us, if we’ll but look to the love that surrounds us…
Belief and collective belief are two different things, yet woven so intricately through another and another and another and so on until the sound becomes monotonous and drab as fear rears its pitiful head...
This is how it is in my belief, we are all angels, we are all love. Now we are seem very afraid, or were. It seems, as of late, things have begun to quiet down, seems the old "end of times" bit has hit a knot while shopping around for the unknown never-end. Could it be we're ready to evolve? Could it be that I have arrived within my prayer? Might I not have slipped loose the loony tune hotel?
(Funny way to ask a rhetorical?)
Not half as funny as my belief being played out in reality, only in reverse, as if I am near the never-end of my Lovely Love's belief. Yes. That's a real hoot, my fellow spirits, a real hoot...
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Time is irrelevant. Love is imperative. The eartH, most ready. Eternity isn't hurried, it's preparing a most delightful place to lay our heads and strum our songs and laugh, live and love until Creation sees it otherwise.
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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