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What You Know That I Don't Know


The "thing" that is not going to happen is not going to "happen", imagine that, at least it is imagined in my prayers...

(Trust in them, Scribe! It's you that haven't the faith enough to make it matter that you give your mind away in earnest!)

I am not in control of my answers from the spirit, I'm not responsible enough to have the honors! No way, no how.

And, no, that's not fear, that's Love...

(I wasn't going to say anything.)

Spirit must have had your tongue! Welcome to Heaven! Will that be toking or non, just you and your entire family in one big loving bowl? Pray tell?

(Are you talking to yourself now, Scribe?)

No. I'm referring to what you know that I don't know spirit, if, it is for no other reason but to incite some tool of ignorance? intelligence matters far less than the lessons found in ignorance, we say don't have it, but to violence.

And now I know that she and I are one, we're certainly staying together, so if any kindred spirit imagines their part, it will be with only me... Her dance with me is most precious. She is my bride of Love and forgiveness, I'm nothing more than Scribe. You see, if Love has no fear, and fear has no Love in it, then it is Love to feel no fear at all.

(Impossible.)

Why?

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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