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THE MISSION STATEMENT


Tango Charley, we have friendly’s on the ground!

You are cleared to level their reality! Engage at will!

Copy that, Loving Spirit, engaging now…

What was that?

(Frequency intervention, I’d imagine.)

What the hell is frequency intervention?

(There is no hell that I know of. There is only Heaven before my eyes.)

Keep us looking up for salvation and we’ll forget that our salvation rests beneath our feet.

It’s heaven if we want it! Who doesn’t desire Love? Who doesn’t desire peace and goodness for all of humankind? Who doesn’t desire a healthy eartH? Who truly wants to suffer in such folly when it’s always been up to us as angels to earn our Heavenly Home? We are meant to grow with Creation’s great unknowns and with Love’s most wondrous Heart(H)…

(The hell you say!)

Why must there be “hell”? Why couldn’t our belief marry our truth and have Love triumph in the end? Haven’t all of our stories, and paintings and words and music and dance, sought out that which was most loving within our known while growing alongside our unknown reality?

What if it’s known that we are the carriers of Love’s reflection?

(Then your mirrors are foggy in your belief and your reality!)

Yet the truth that I find my self seeking is Home…

We are within eternity as we speak, my friends. How could it be any other way? And if the (H)eartH is eternal, a product of Creation, wouldn’t it stand to reason that we are eternal as well?

Logically, why would Creation, which I believe is the fullness of the one truth, Love, why would Creation fit any version of hell within its Heart(H)? There is not one justifiable reason that agony exists on the eartH.

Where else is agony found in our reality? Do we witness suffering on Jupiter, Mars, the moon? No. So, the eartH, my friends, is the only place agony is found in our present state of seeing. I pray that fear (agony/hell) is nowhere in our imaginings. If it is up to me to create, why would I imagine crafting such an ill-conceived notion as hell within it? Why, when I have the power to make it into a Heavenly Home?

That way, when all is said and done, we’ll still have a desire to believe in something, the truth…

(Believe what you want, but craft Heaven of your reality long before you summon your hell.)

(ping)

(Silence…)

(Love…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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