CONFESSION ZERO

I know I’m in heaven, I believe it, what’s the difference? I love another, I care for the eartH, what’s the difference? I’m hearing the traffic against my will, something brought me back. I’m courting Love’s favor and she’s responding in kind to my belief. The world is sacred and I Love for the sake of Love though it may return with a current that, if I am going to be honest, might get rougher than seems due, it’s not enough for the squander of Love I’ve aided in slathering across her surface and her air. (Oh, relax. You’ll live through it… it is eternity.) There is no eternal hell, unless I keep returning to do the same thing lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. I will hold no more the scars of foul deeds. Emerge the one that reins as Creator, I don’t will it, it wills me, and I am no fool, even in my questionable head. (Questionable must mean you’re a thinking beast who chose instead to believe, which led to conclusions like the one’s found in humankind’s unknowable st...

There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. Humankind is a self-destructive beast without regard to their surroundings. Why do I think that I must imagine to know beyond the shadow of any doubt that my belief is somehow truth? (Truth?) There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I love you with all of my heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in her quivering limbs. (Sleep now, Mother. We’re here, God and I.) And there’s a side of me that shows less fear. I’d like to keep that part, if I may? I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love, and the part that’s me and my needs… diminishes by the day. (Man overboard!) No. No. Bless you, but I’m not overboard at all. I’m in Heaven. (Man overboard!) Ha! I like your game! Shall we play? Or might we begin our duty to the eartH, to Love? (Man overboard!) I’ve warn the die down to so many chances! Leap! G...

...Like I've said so many times before, it's all coming out backwards as it should, from the freshest of wounds to those of a festered indifference! I am being forgiven of my belief, my indifference to truth! Rejoice! I am a new man! (It's about time you showed up, Nimrod!) Ha! Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH... (Silence…) I guess it means we all have our particular belief but we share a truth that's unmistakable… we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of our playtime and actually, as a species, rectify our indifference first and our differences last, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for the eartH of Love to choose eternal Life… (Silence…) I’m being crafted toward an awakening. Mine own. I’m being sculpted by spirit’s that recognized something in me. Animal instinct perhaps or they felt Love or Peace or Goodness in me. Who knows? I can only believe it’s what I promised I’d scrib...

Please forgive me... I have come a long way in my journey to be. I am here now and I know what I must do, I must ask each of you that I’ve ever wronged to forgive me. I’ve been coming to this for a long time. I have not been a person that was reliable, save for the consistency of my arrogance, my numbness to love, my god-awful pride and my misuse of friendship. I need to do this and it won’t take me too long, though my sins are many, my victims unknown to the fog, the mist of my deadened slumber, my sorrow is found most in my lament from everyone I’ve affected by not bringing forth a full throated love. This is for Michelle too, my wife, my lovely angel love, to whom I dance the most. I cannot make up for what I’ve done or haven’t done in my life, I can only pray that I’ll be forgiven. I should begin with 1984, the year that brought me to my beginning, a reset of my clock. That year, a child was born, my child, my daughter Chelsea whom I didn’t get to know until she was fo...

(My friend, ride along in the shadows or take the lead, either way, Love has already arrived before your spirit-filled vessel could assume the positioning of the eartH, the Mother, and your belief in her.) She beat us all to the punch! Heaven’s beneath the feet! I mean, how else would you imagine the eartH would direct the play that we’re in? She was tired of our desolate belief. Creation was exhausted of our human judgments in the one Truth’s stead! (See? The truth lies within the unknowable but is reflected in what is known. Clues, if you will? Search them out, these truths, and Heaven shall finally, after so long of your eyes absence, be seen through new and loving eyes…) The truth has never been so obvious, at least in my belief. “Sticks out like a sore thumb” doesn’t begin to grace favor upon her with a deserved and loving duty. The opposing thumbs can’t reach that high, not with their brightest parts set upon such a destructive path as that of the one of the human race… ...

( Hello Sunshine ) Does it really matter? Does it truly matter who gets credit for what Love has owned from the beginning? Must we attempt to fight for the ownership rights to Truth when we’ve no right to imagine it, let alone fulfill an end to Love’s eternal Creation…? I believe that I am Love and that maybe even Love is I. I am me, who I was intended to be. You and you and you and you and you, we’re all from the one Exactness, the one seed. Whatever we imagine that the one Exactness might be, seems irrelevant to how we treat the things we know… I am imperfect, one of the more imperfect creations in my opinion. I came face to face with Mark Richard Prime, and, when I met the man I was before, I immediately filed a motion to dismiss! I cannot carry the message of Love, I am unworthy, the Truth of Love is not mine and mine alone to carry about in my belief, it’s everything and all’s duty to make amends to the Mothers and the Mother eartH. We are due, and set, for Love and a L...