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THE BEGINNING...

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Mark Richard Prime
The overabundance of fear that I hold is mine to do away with, I created it. It is man-made and I began my ascent with great trepidation because of the possibilities I’d suffer if I fell- my family, my friends, humankind… I no longer tolerate the use of fear from myself. My self is making up for lost time, but time is in the head, not in God. I do not fear death, save where safety is undesirable over righteousness! My fear of death, and I do not, I use my fear of life, my fear of death has been vanquished by Love… It doesn't take me but a second now to remember where I am... Love, as one might imagine, has its roadblocks, much like my past transgressions, especially those that attempted to murder The Mother through my own hand or my own indifference, my own lovelessness. My destruction to the human spirit on the eartH is, in my belief, the gravest sin in the flesh that I, and all of humankind, can imagine... fear.

I bring me along at my own risk, but it is not j…

God Has Yet to be Imagined by Humankind

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(Before We Kill Each Other Over Religion from Veterans Today)
God has yet to be imagined by humankind.

I make my presence known through spirit, the spirit and that which I carry of the weight of another spirit and another and another that fear latches on to like a python clinching the collective breath. And, in the end, I’m probably just cast off into the living sea or laid beneath the loving soil, life eternal, the balance paid in full, the check’s upon Heaven’s table…

I am me. Love. If I weren’t Love I wouldn’t be me. There are thousands of ways to express Love without resorting to violence, without latching on to what I’m told I am, instead of what I truly am…

How hard can it be to begin living amongst my fellow stewards in harmony among the same species?

This is hardly freewill… this is free-fear. I must release all fears, rational or otherwise, in order to find full Love…

It’s a catch22 really…

This script I’m writing is being given to me, produced by the goodness of the spiri…

Don't Shoot the Messenger

The sun’s in my breath, the moon my rest, as I wait for the next. “Who am I?” …I asked again and again until it became my prayer…

By getting to know my self, who I really am, I naturally moved toward Love as I saw fit, not something else trying to make me believe the same as another. Belief is supposed to be private, coming from within to my thinking and out to my actions.

That’s what I was waiting on, something was coming, and my instinct assured it.

Was it me or was it the collective spirit? I took love from another and left with their love for me in my possession and off I’d go to the next, not knowing anything really. I couldn’t make it out, until I could…

I don’t pretend to have any or all of the answers, I believe I’m sharing Love’s new covenant.

But isn’t that up to all of the spirits of Love’s desire to unite?

I’m just now learning what’s beneath my feet…

Love and I are wed to one another by default. Marriage is a contract between me and Love, plain and simple. Love is my on…

Am I Repeating Myself?

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Suny College of Plattsburg -  Sociology Department

Love and instinct, the two are not exclusive. They very much depend on each other as equals. Love needs instinct, but not instinct with an overabundance of my fear, only enough so that which gives me pause impulsively is garnered toward a loving outcome, not with so much fear that I’m unwittingly and even wittingly culpable of destroying Home for some fantasy land. The tragic part, I’ve been Home the whole time, I’ve just trashed Heavenly eartH and Home so badly that it’s become indistinguishable from hell, from any love found in my thinking...

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I must remember the next go around and not forget my duty to Mother eartH, my beholden. She summons me now, imagine then…

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Am I repeating myself? I suppose I could just self-publish a work the size of the weighty books of beliefs? But this book would not be mine and mine alone, it would be Life’s book and it would only have one word over and over and from cover to cover, Love…

Love, Love, L…

Lifetimes of Hurt...

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(You call it madness, but I call it Love)
I understand lifetimes of hurt, so one is like the back of my hand...

I'm saying "everything is going to be okay" to as many as I can, I mean I'm not just blurting it out, that'd make me look like a madman. I'm assuring spirit that everything's going to be okay, and will be if decided upon and, even if it's not, everything will be, ironically enough, okay in the end of my belief. I 'm saying that there is no fear-based destination, or any such man-made concoction and I'm merely saying that I hold only Love and dream only with Love, evermore...

I do not know, I believe...


© 2012 by mark richard prime

Coming Home to Roost

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GOLDEN WORDS OF SELF stop-trying-to-get-those-around-you-to-change
Truth is finally coming Home to roost. Truth’s beneath my every move and that includes my thinking…

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Is it possible to create such a loving reality if all else are aware of where they are and I haven't been, then everyone’s waiting on me to come around, to crawl out of the shadows of dread and into the light of a new dawn?

I don’t know it to be true, I believe it. I imagine that it will help humankind realize their reason for being, I just don’t know.

How I picture the eartH is of the utmost importance, if I view it as a holding pen and not Love, I reap what I alone have made in my sightlessness…

I am to search, to bring order, that I may perform my sacred duty while I am here, not to allow the water, the soil and air to be tainted from my foul use of a slowly evolving brain. The key is to produce as much love as I am able, full Love. The breadth of the things I’m not aware of is shocking, even to my lackluster …