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In My Presence


Angels in my presence, the dance with the spirit. Heed the fear enough to reflect upon your gravest action, that of inaction, and then summon the song to your ears that others might hear their voice, that the spirit go falling into oblivion, without the eartH's remedy, we fall away into ourselves, leaving Love in the dust for our fearful reactions.

Kind spirits, Erase your greed, so that you might begin the ascent into the fullness of Love...

The eartH, my friends, we alone didn't decide that it was agony! Love and God, the lesson we've been searching for, furthered along by our actions in our beliefs of them and our inactions that stem from it all...

The choices are starkly limited! Heaven or Hell, well I can imagine no more powerful force upon the planet than that of fear, so in this my chance I decided to go with the fullness of Love instead.

It matters what you believe! It matters to the never-end!

It matters what you believe in the name of Love and God!

Imagine the father and mother of belief coming home to find such a Godawful mess?

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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