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Blessings and Shame

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(Chris Keeney | Into the Light)
Oh Love! Now! The time is now to love!

For love I must hold the earth most precious and be in awe of her moon, I've not much room to talk, but the spirit's muse is dancing to a different tune!

I suggest I heed her call and never forget I'm a child of love, that I might smile upon her as long as I breathe…

End all wars! End all murder of the earth! End all folly before all breath is taken away!

I must listen. She is gravely ill and needs my aid before her breath comes full force with all her weight and her acid tears fall upon my head.

Am I listening? Am I listening? Am I listening? It is time…

Love demands me to act, yet the earth still suffers…

I feel more anguish for my part in her looming death than for all of the other grief I’ve caused or carried. I love each of you my brothers and sisters and I will not tarry. If this and that are what I choose to be, bless you and shame on me. Thinking I might be love has had an amazing effect upon wh…

FEAR’S RIDDLE

My fear has created a riddle, the fear of who I was and who I was becoming in the middle. I imagine I was selected because of my pride, my greedy paws clouting spirit’s for too many years. I understand rage, I understand me and I love you and abide.

I have chosen my own fate and love has granted me my belief. This is home to me and I’d best get to understanding my great fortune soon or she’ll not reveal herself to me, instead she’ll close up shop for the next season of angels. Tragedy never felt so tragic.

My wife and I have chosen our own fate... love above all else.

She saved me from myself and granted me my belief, I in turn have saved her from my former self and she is rising now. She gave me the “time” to find my singular self and loved me all the while. ...She is.

I might choose whether this is home or whether this is agony, but either way, I'm still upon the earth with love. It was always up to me to believe. Tick tock…

I could have chosen either to be one with the earth o…

I Should Speak From the Heart(H) Without Thinking More Often

I should speak from the heart without thinking more often.

Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Listens) Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Listens) Sure! I’ll have a listen!

Shush! I'm trying to listen…

Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Silence.) Sure! I’ll have a listen!

I should speak from the heart without thinking more often. It can be the greatest tragedy ever written or a pure comedy of errors, where I'm inside my spirit when I find I am a barrier to love.

I think the jig was up long ago and I was battling my way back home. One spirit and a soul and love that matched time, and who and when. But, as it turns out, home’s not where I’m trying to flee; I believe I’m trying to escape my own agony.

I must search for love and ask love to shed some light before all goes dark.

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If I am living or dead, love knows the difference. I needn't imagine the earth is calling for my help, I should listen that I might hear the earth's call! Let me rejoice in the way that this is going out, and with t…

The Earth, She is the Heart, My Love

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(The Federation of Light - Artwork)
Okay. She’s my Love. My Love is my Love. She is what I must hold most precious, woman, mother, child, womankind, childkind, eartHkind, mankind, humankind, kindkind, motherkind, lovingkind, laughingkind, all kind. I must produce Love before I begin to produce life, otherwise what’s the point? My Love had come out all backwards, like a book meant to read that way, from end to beginning. I should be on the eartH without shame, save for the shame of how I've treated heart and home. What I do in this world is mine to choose. I've chosen to hold the earth as my heavenly home, in reverence to her Love...

Be humble, Mark Richard Prime. Bow to Love’s eartH, there is no shame in it. 

I believe that there is only Love, Love to be found when she isn’t too busy cleaning up my foul use of her loving ground. I am guilty as charged for treating my Love and the eartH as if they were expendable flesh and spirit, she is the one I owe my allegiance to, it was he…

I Woke Up this Morning in Heaven on Earth

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When I began to realize I was in Heavenly Home, the weather seemed commonplace. I must remember and believe...

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I can’t, as an animal with instinct, believe that the eartH is anything but heavenly. The truth, the eartH is heavenly Love, unmistakable when I stopped imagining that I knew anything save for that which was beneath my feet. Believe and remember…

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I create my own reality as a collective mind. If I believe I am in Heaven, so shall I be. I create my truth in the end, it is what I'm supposed to do. I'm a loving steward of Heavenly eartH. Remember and believe...

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Let me reverse my destructive course, past yesterday and last month and last year and all the years before, past December 29th, 1984, past all days and years and centuries and so on until the shock of where I’ve landed and where I've always been comes round. The eartH's overrun by my insane thinking. Reverse back as far as my instincts will allow me and I will surely begin to see my collusion to the …

I Was Not a Good Man

If I must run crazy over the bridge I'm thinking of burning down, I should run with "fierceness" instead of fear. I believe that fear has no place in love, and neither do the tools of fear, grudges, regret, indifference, violence, and pity. Peace, love and goodness are the three things that keep all of the inner-bridges I have constructed from collapsing from the weight of my fears and destruction. The three things that I recently have flown, peace, love and goodness, are what have kept me from being utterly alone.

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Let me try my dance with my constraints wrapped tightly to my fears.

My belief isn't my human mind gone haywire from a futile death, it is love, and that is all my belief has to offer. I am most sorry, but faith in this past reality was but mine, or mine own to repeat and suffer each and every time that I imagined I had devised an escape from its truth. No more...

Hell is what I've constructed upon the earth, the heavenly earth, however, is fed, clo…

I Am Not a Carpenter...

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The truth is very elusive if my hands are slippery from greed. Lifetimes it’s taken to remember who and what I am. First came where I was, upon the heavenly eartH of Love. I am steward in the kingdom of creation.

Where did you imagine you were? Where do you imagine you are? Some holding pen that’s apart from Love or somehow separate from your truth? Everything is a part of love, which means that love is everything and you've spent life attempting to suffocate it one sorrowful soul at a time. Love is your eternal embrace.

Yes. It’s time to grab hold and bring my love out with full force. I used to think this was my belief to shape as I pleased, toward my ego, but I think it best to think again. If I try to manipulate the truth for personal gain, illusory or not, I'll utterly fail. I love because it’s what my belief is woven from, nothing more nothing less, just love. I believe we always forget the life we led just before this one turns up dead.

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When I believe in truth it'…

LOVE, AWAKEN!

Someone asked me if I had ever had an INFP, a personality test…

I believe I've done one of those before, but today, I am certain that I'm supposed to be of only one personality, the one that is of only Love. I had long since left that idea and left Love no choice but to begin to rise up and tell me a thing or two of my out of control servitude.

Love is the best face one can put on personality...

The end and the beginning are unseen, it is life’s mystery. I needn't concern the self with the hereafter, I need concern myself with the now.

The ark has set sail at last. I rejoice at my great fortune! The eartH awaits if I’ll but believe…

This game has been afoot longer and more times than I care to imagine, than I've care to remember, yet I must. Beyond the frame of human, beyond the man-made thing called time! Tick tock goes the fool, late for the truth again, I see...

Overtime!

How many is hard to imagine, but this one is my chance to make it Home without suffering anymor…

Where are you?

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(The Power of Belief from It's My Life) The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen.
__Frank Lloyd Wright It’s like a canvas painted so long ago, before the noise of machines, before the press of time, before, at the beginning, the unfathomable beginning of creation, eternity, Love evermore, the beginning of the beginning, long before my footprint began to widen.

Thought is precious to me, but that’s the end of it. My kind has limited belief by forming certainties made of fear and mistrust and greed and riches and streets paved in gold. If I chose to paint my beliefs like Love painted the (H)eartH with Life, I’d be in a better position to complain about the troubles of the world…
I’m beginning now to recognize myself in all of this, my dream of Love, my dream of creation, my dream of silence.

Silence….

Silence has given me cause to act. Instead of spewing prideful words with my newfound remembrance, I choose to be righteous instead…

Try This for a Change

Imagine love, she spoke her water to me. Imagine love, she blew across my brow and I smiled upon her truth. Can it be that I have discovered where I am and perhaps I need to understand it too so that I might begin to embrace the idea that I've finally made it home?

(Home is where you've always been. You've just imagined it otherwise and you've been suffering from your consent…)

I am now in reality, and trust me, it's not a pretty sight from where love rests. Love I can achieve. I, Mark Richard Prime, am doing just that on the earth of love, doing just that at my address. (Love is coming to me whence from my tongue set aquiver a song that did lay a wreath of peace around her neck.) She’s about to unload her riches unto me that I might prove my worth with joy that now wraps itself around me.

Love. Silence. Love. Silence. Love. Silence… 

Let me try that for a while and see how the mother, grandmother and great grandmother, respond. Who knows, love might be worth believ…

It Begins With What I Know...

I think I've seen what awaits...

Come on, Mark! What awaits you is so far beyond your little ideas that it boggles the mind that you even try to imagine you know one damn thing! Think about it. The spirit is what exactly? 

Love?

Sure. 

I believe it is Love, but for the sake of all things kind, I don't or can't truly even know that this spirit and Love and Heavenly eartH and creation talk is real, it could just be my imagination. They are guesses, despite their truth or their being illusory, matters not, they are pure guesses, mere belief. My belief can be a rather potent force of my nature and can indeed produce a reality that is nearly identical to the fear and agony I've created along the way. Instead of my dancing around this fact with some sort of an imaginary and prideful idea that I know or can know diddly squat of what takes place after I die, I am choosing to stop imagining that I know anything worth repeating if it does not treat the eartH as Love, as heavenly.…

I AM SPEAKING

If I build my belief into something worthy of the earth, I’ll have found that I must have used only love to do so, nothing but love. I will arrive if I create my belief according to love’s lessons. I feared "hell" more than I imagined heaven, and look at me, look at my use of her!

The gates of love open when I realize where I am. Rejoice to that and hallelujah... and weep and bob and rant and rave, and blubber and wail, etc, but never again forget the earth or my agony will be mine alone to blame and then I'll die, to again return and perhaps again muck up the earth, forgo love, again and again- only to muck up the-

Stop! It will please creation if you’ll but love…

I guess I may have fallen back a bit on the trace to who I was or am, but I’m here now dealing with what everyone else has been dealing with and suppressing for far too long, my singular self and asking forgiveness from its host. The earth is my first beholden and, if it weren’t for my horrible thoughts, she…

IF I STOP TRYING

Stage fright exited stage right a while ago now and love is set to make her entrance.

Hear her shriek?

She approaches beneath my feet…

Jump!

Shriek!

Too late, the ride’s begun to shape you and now there’s no going back.

What?

It doesn’t matter if you fail. It only matters that you not stop trying!

She, the earth is the heaven of my belief and worth more than all I've done before I imagined it so. End all wars, feed those that are hungry, douse those thirsty with the water of my love, clothe those who need it, not the masses, love those near and those far, for the spirit is not limited by manmade time or some other nonsense attempting to fathom eternity when eternity has no bounds.

You’ve spun your story into itself and now it’s coming back through you and sounding much better…

The wind lifts me again.

Shhh…


© 2012 by mark richard prime

I SHOULD BE SPEAKING - TWO

These words they’re supposed to be coming out of my mouth for me to hear, and my imagination’s flying me above the stars, for after them surely there’s more?

No.

Exactly. What?

No. No. No. No.

Oh no, I’m not saying I know anything, but I believe it beyond of any shadow, of any doubt that there is.

It is unknowable.

Yes. Speaking of unknowable, love’s been waiting for someone to come and there traveled I. Help me by bringing me love's spirit, I will join it and, with love's dance, I'll remove any darkness, any fear, leaving me in the heaven I've always and ever imagined.

Either way, you should make it your belief...

Yes.
© 2012 by mark richard prime

I SHOULD BE SPEAKING

A form of speech doesn’t satisfy when the spirits begin to speak. 

I twist around this world like I'm somehow disconnected from truth when it is truth that should be the only thing that I believe that connects me, not fear and heaven all wrapped up in a neat little package deal. The earth, I believe, is eternal, and it's also the only known paradise. Battling my guilt was the one thing that you can bet I battled until love came through me and granted me eternity through my belief.

You didn't just have to seek it, my child, you had to find it. It's the original seed with a message of salvation.

Irrational fear is of my mind, therefore I can simply dispense with hell as a destination of some unimaginable void, a tactic of fear, a fear tactic to get me to forget what’s beneath my feet, beneath my love when truth comes to call on the one of my imagination.

Let it go if there is any notion of fear. Let it go if there are wars and battles and murders and rapes and thievery an…

Listen to the Echo of Love

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(Big Sky Integrative Health)
This is the spirit talking now. Rejoice, swims the Big Medicine near enough to sense…

And then I landed back on eartH where fear ruled my day and my night, where love found me panting, nearing my spiritual death. Then came she with her love and compassion lifting me to stand beneath my kind and declare that we are brother and sister, family, descendants of the original seed.

Yes...

This is no longer mine. I’ve come unfettered the eternal ship, eartH and heavenly home, and have been plummeting headlong until headlong entered I!


The spirit of love trumps the flesh. 

I must see that my dreams move about, programmed as I see fit for finely honing my seeing tools for the one truth. There is but one that I imagine and she writhes beneath my feet in the throes of my kind’s gravest tragedy of errors, our god-fouled words and deeds...

So what am I to do then when my home calls out for my help? Live or die, the choice is mine. I may not  always seem in balance, so to s…

Destination Unknown

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(LOVE OUT LOUD)
When I first began my journey, I was lifting my head as high as I could stretch it that I could catch a glimpse of my singular self wandering about without its host, walking in goodness with all the other like-minded spirits.

I suppose it was to my benefit that the spirit of self went wandering, as they will, outside of the vessel which my legs hauled about without joy, without peace, without a firm grasp of love. I rose up to see that my shell was busy rummaging through the shadows for something resembling proof which I sought as if it were lungs for another gasp of air. It was love’s embrace that I frantically hunted, and along the way I discovered a more comprehensible portrait of who I've always been.

“It is what we do that matters most, not what we believe.” Those words escaped my lips with ease and with the accustomed speed I’d grown comfortable with as if they were were the hugs of children or the calming affections of a mother or father, or the evolution …