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When it is Beyond Doubt


O! This is Heaven! I just know it!

(You mean you "believe it".)

When it is beyond doubt, belief is what you know. You create it as you go, I chose to make it peace at Home. Or should I say the way was chosen for me, Love runs this show.

The day we stop believing in something, is the day we fold all of our tents and throw the last bowl of water on the fire. The reality painted of this is mine and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and if we begin our dance with Love, in my belief, the sky is the beginning and the never-end. Awe is ours to mount with a glorious laughter!

By making time irrelevant in my belief, I've managed to turn the reality that I'm in into an eternal journey, if, and I mean only if, Creation wills it so...

We think of it, it is made and we are one within our own conception. Is that hell?

(Depends. What do you believe it to be?)

Heaven.

(Then yes, by all means, reflect your imagined Heaven! A glorious masterpiece we'd best get to painting or all hell's going to break loose!)

And time is irrelevant.

(That's what you believe, but if the majority of spirit feel otherwise, you're facing a huge battle with fear, best to imagine that the principle that may be relevant in your belief system, truly is just your belief, others can't see it that way.)

That's cruel and unusual suffering, is it not?

(ping)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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