CONFESSION ZERO

The balance is tricky between love and fear. Love may now be intensifying, but there are oceans to cleanse, trees to plant, soil to enrich, air and water to purify, and kinship to offer freely before the Heaven of my imagination opens up like a flower upon my slack jawed remembrance. (Do not be afraid, she is full Love.) Everlasting sleep might be just what the doctor ordered, but I’m not a doctor, so I choose instead to desire life eternal in my belief, living evermore, there’s far less suffering as a result, at least that’s what I believe. Living is so much more appealing to me than dying, for what is death but an unknowable? I should want to know and believe in life while I’m living… (Love has two levels, overflowing and not enough…) The best way to not lose my way in belief is to carry only Love in everything I do and imagine… (When deeds surrender to belief, the eartH will succumb to misery…) I awoke in the hell of my making and crawled through the muck to get back

This is another beginning. It seems as if each post adds another layer to the belief that surges through my hands. (A bit inconsistent, if you ask me?) There is that, yes, but what of that which is consistent within this, our particular belief out of billions? (I’m a mere spirit. I am only a part of your belief. You’ll need to summon the whole in order to know, and then implement who you were meant to be in your belief, before God favors it, along with all others created from only full Love…) Imagine the outcome of that? (You better.) ~ Does everyone know, or is it just me that is staggering in this belief and whose spirit is soaring into action? (If you are, you better have a guarantee of delivery before you cross the thin, and wavering, line between Love and Fear.) There is no room in love for fear, but in fear, there’s an overabundance of room for love… I will tell my Love everything she longs to know of this belief, for she is a part of my Life and my Love, the