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Will/Spirit and the Self/Vessel


1- That they're own experience is their own.

2- That what their individual, the will/spirit and the self/vessel, brings to bear through their own apportionment of the fullness of Love, is on their own belief, it's on them, not on the whole and that goes for every last one of us... Who are we to say what the greatest creature is? We haven't a damn clue...

3- The authority of Jesus AND Celestials? Why stop there, why not make it all of us, all of Creation eternal and not imagine an end that is not yours to imagine unless it's brought forth in actions to match your words...

4- Four's good, save for the insistence of calling God "Father". I say it's less about what we call this thing we're enamored with, and more in remembering that it's really just a belief, but it is the one thing we've all got going for us, creation. We create our belief to match our reality, hell instead of Heaven...

5- The Mother Love never leaves our side and stays nestled inside of us eternally, it's the strongest creature known to man and God, or so i imagine, save for our prideful mumbo jumbo as if we had a clue!

Boom bang and a rat a tat that, have a most loving glance toward that, for I know not what is happening to me, but i am cetain tht what's coming out of me is the truth within my belief. Could it be that simple, please god with our beliefs, one by one, two by two and three and evermore...?

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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