I’m in heaven and everyone’s spirit is effecting my journey. Those of you that sense the idea that something’s not right, remember, you’re an animal and instinct is older than word. This is the greatest recollection I've had since the grandmother told me what for and landed me upon heavenly earth to believe. Remember it until it becomes second nature, the moment of instinct… (Silence) I have yet to rid all of my fears to bring my belief forth complete, what I remember, what I don’t, now falling out of my mouth like gallons of living spirit breathing through me. Giving my mind away is my anecdote for any wrong I may have caused another and for any spirit that I may have harmed along the way. Go out into the night sky, Mark, and watch the stars more than television or any other glass screen staring up at you without the countenance of love. Get rid of your foul noise and hold love tenderly. ~ I am the scribe of my own war. “The greatest foe was myself and my...
(The Weaver's Song)