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The Great Wheel


Perhaps that is why we continue to avoid our collusion, we are meant to be stewards for Love and God, not corporation and governance... What's the most power a peaceful and loving movement has at its disposal is the fullness of the collective's will to the whole's love.

Could it have already happened and I'm trying to change the eartH's reality and belief simultaneously from my vantage point, and all is not hopeless, but gushing with Love?

I certainly hope so...

The great wheel turns at the pace of Love and Creation. We couldn't get off the ride even if we tried, which leaves HUMANKIND staring off vacantly in the indoctrinated camps of consumption. If it ain't oil or gas or some other finite, therefore dying, resource, then we're parasitic of one another, physically and spiritually! We want over need, reckless and numb to the eartH's breathing truth in the universe of our static frame.

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© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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