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A turn with full Love will bring my spirit to its feet 8.07.12

One cannot dance with the fullness of Love without their sadness being lifted away from their thinking’s reach…

A turn with full Love will bring my spirit to its feet and send me love letters from my self. Oh! It will be a joyous occasion that we summon the fullness of Love from out of such a fond belief. The opposite is true when my beliefs are tipped in sorrow and the mess I’ve made comes calling…

Careful who you call...

(Silence…)

I might get lucky in this belief raining down on me, and I’m able to continue to write this script until the neverend of time, and still, I might sleep evermore or sleep a while until Love again beckons my face…

Either way, it’s a win for me and a loss for me, tie goes to the runner.

Who do you think you were born to be, brother? Where did you imagine your allegiances, sister? Why did she suffer so from her children’s agony and their willingness to die for what is believed instead of what is known. Real as the memory of water, as the truth of breath, the …

Sleep away the pain of this life - 8.07.12

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In my belief...

I've had enough of this outside in story falling out all jumbled up and missing the truth in the flesh when all of our eager words without deeds only manage to punish the air with their foul sway…

The truth is all I truly seek. Who am I, what am I and where am I?

(What of the me?)

Already figured that one out, dear spirit. It’s the “I” that the “me” can’t quite grasp. Why the game, why the plot thickening upon the tree that took a life? I’m done with that story. I’ve lived it everyday and it’s been playing backwards since I was a child, my head got rung up a time or two and flipped “me” upside down into “I”…

Sleep away the pain of this life, lift it from me dear Wife and Mother, Great and Grand Mother that I may lift mine from off of your own…

(Don’t be angry, they were just ushering you in…)

I’m destroying evil that we might dance atop the laughter of the HeartH! It matters in only one duty- stewardship of the Home, stewards for Love’s dancing spirit, God’s of Love,…

8.07.12 We can make this our paradise on eartH while we imagine another

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In my belief...

Cruel and unusual comes to mind, this plan, of the salvation to come, is in two forms; Love, which is a way of saying desire or prayer or God, a prayer in and of itself, and the other is deeds against her. Isn’t my duty to the Mother, the eartH and Love to which I owe my breath, where my allegiances should be?

Oh! Rejoice that Heaven is indeed where I am! I am already there and now that fear has been vanquished, let me travel with the fullness of Love. Love and Truth are with all, I must make my choice for Love, or I will have been a lie, nothing but another try to find the next one able, and/or willing, to make the journey to save the collective self.

(Too much noise, the siren of fear, and not enough Laughter, the siren of Love…)

Who we are, our purpose, our Home is what we must search for together in order for us humans to summon the fullness of the spirit of Love…

(You can make this your paradise on eartH while you imagine another!)

God and Love believe in me, now a…

Now - 8.10.12 Peace is the breeze (edited)

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(1) These are the thoughts spoken by Charles Morse (Anthony Hopkins) and Robert Green (Alec Baldwin) in the movie The Edge. Both are lost in the Alaskan wilderness – on their tracks, a man-eating bear. 

Charles: Yeah, see, they die of shame. “What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?” And so they sit there and they…die…because they didn’t do the one thing that would save their lives.

Robert: And what is that, Charles?

Charles: Thinking.

*~*

(Shame.)

It’s a bit tricky, is shame. It's often hard to admit, because it reminds us of our our collusion.

(Shame is like Velcro.)

I suppose that's why shame hurts so much more when you're naked…

I believe it is the bitterness that stuffs forgiveness inside of us like rusty metal in a sealed crate, the weight too great to carry, the lid held down by rage, and the contents, still waiting to breathe...

I believe that Peace is the breeze that is felt after we let go of our bitterness…

(Peace is like a river, it flows t…

8.07.12 We can make this our paradise on eartH while we imagine another

Cruel and unusual comes to mind, this plan, of the salvation to come, is in two forms; Love, which is a way of saying desire or prayer or God, a prayer in and of itself, and the other is deeds against her. Isn’t my duty to the Mother, the eartH and Love to which I owe my breath, where my allegiances should be?

Oh! Rejoice that Heaven is indeed where I am! I am already there and now that fear has been vanquished, let me travel with the fullness of Love. Love and Truth are with all, I must make my choice for Love, or I will have been a lie, nothing but another try to find the next one able, and/or willing, to make the journey to save the collective self.

(Too much noise, the siren of fear, and not enough Laughter, the siren of Love…)

Who we are, our purpose, our Home is what we must search for together in order for us humans to summon the fullness of the spirit of Love…

(You can make this your paradise on eartH while you imagine another!)

God and Love believe in me, now all I have to …

8.07.12 I Weep Often to Make Up for My Sins

I weep often to make up for my sins, I’ve suffered terrible wrongs at my own hand.

Oh my God! What have I done? What did I do? Why am I still here! Why? Imagine my shame when I realized what I had become in my unconsciousness, yet my head was upside down, so instead of landing in hell, where I was headed, where I indeed landed joining all of the other tormented and reckless souls, was Heaven and I’ve been dancing with the spirit of fear long enough and so I thought I’d summon my Love and low and behold here she comes…

(Silence…)

The woman, Amelia, was once a child, a cherub who blossomed into an angel.

(Silence…)

How’d that song break in here? Stunned me, humbled me of all of my aches and selfishness, children, angels of God and Love are who I must look upon with the greatest of favor among us. Who truly knows what they must “believe” of our brazen climb and sorrowful fall…?

Her story is one that should be known to all who walk the path toward their belief, she’ll guide the ego away…

8.06.12 Imprinted with the Mother’s DNA - 1

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I was merely one of millions of children imprinted with the Mother’s DNA, and believe you me, she pulls no punches! A rat-a-tat-tat and all of that Jazz and school lunches carried to learn how to consume…

Home! Home is Heaven and Heaven is Home! Boom boom!

Come with me on my journey to explore the great and varied as one Love.

Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. peace peace peace peace peace. Love. Love. Love. Love, Laughter and the unknown hereafter, or sleep evermore. I’ve slept enough for lifetimes, haven’t you? If it’s the will of Love and God. Judge, jury and executioner, then it is, if we can affect the outcome by what we believe, imagine what we can do with truth?


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

8.06.12 Come Forth With Your Love, She Pleads

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Be in belief, just don’t get trapped inside of it…

Adventure! Rise up and walk the walk, return to Love forthwith and bring her your fullness of courage, truth and forgiveness! Love, love, love, love, Love! You don’t need directions, you need to get to moving again on the pathway to full Love…

(Silence…)

The wind just spun in with her whisper on my legs, she pleads I reconsider any journey that speaks of God as if God was familiar…

(The only thing familiar is beneath your feet, Mark Richard Prime!)

And before my eyes, her children writhe as well! Oh dear Mother, won’t you bring your fullness of Love and leave our toxins behind, create a new way of thinking, a new way of bringing your children together in their evolution of sight…

It is not me, they want, it is her, my Love. They shall not have her, but they had best get to pleasing her or she’ll rise up and send them packing with the wind! Boom boom boom boom! Splat, listen for the Laughter in that!

(Life, Laughter and Love! The thr…

8.06.12 Think Back to Your Beginning

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We are the children of God and we are destined to grow up to be the Father and The Mother. Yes, my friends, it is that simple. Think back to your beginning and your purpose shall be evident.

(To destroy?)

Yes! What other purpose could there possibly be for the likes of that?

(To create.)

Sure. There is that, I suppose…

(Suppose nothing, Nimrod! You can’t tell someone what to think!)

No. I can’t, but I can certainly imagine them thinking.

(Silence…)

*Chelsea, we need to dance my dear and lovely child. I need to cherish you my dearest angel, I weep tears of joy at having been exonerated of my sins, now the true spiritual work has begun. I’m walking the walk, my dear, in the best way that I am able. I love you and yours dearly, my Love.*

Friends, I have a little bit on my mind if you hadn't noticed, now the real leg work begins, so to speak. Bridging those gaps I dug down into Love so that more Love could flow into me. I am a steward, not a slave. I broke free of my chains that bind dow…

8.06.12 What Other Choice Did I Have, Awful or Fated?

I’ve no cause to speak of belief, for the knowable writhes underneath my feet and throughout my being. What right do I have to condemn her fate to what I imagine instead of cleansing her fate to resemble mine own…

Hell has been here as long as we first conjured it in our thinking. We are born to be creators, and we’ve been destroyers instead. Think with Love, not with your greed. Think with Love, not with your arrogance. Think with Love, not with your consumption. Think…

What other choice did I have? Chance, I don’t imagine so. It’s more likely that it was fated due to my choices. Neither really do much justice to the amazing journey upon the pathway of full Love I’ve been traveling. Halleluiah! Rejoice! Great Love awaits this entrance! There have always been two choices, Love and fear, both can summon the spirit and it’s up to us which direction we travel. Full Love can only receive and return full Love. Fear can never be a part of Love, it will not fit. Fear, then, is superfluous t…

8.05.12 Blind Hunger Is Suicide

The absurdities’ of belief can pile up rather quickly and before we know it, we’re absurd in our sightlessness, blind in our hunger…

Blind hunger is suicide. Our Home is not to be destroyed by the likes of our sightless recognition, a failing grasp of where and what she is…

In 13 days, time might be seen as the harbinger of our fate.

(Drop and give me forty for your sightless, asinine choice to display your love in the form of fear! You are creators!)

We are creators it is what we do! We envision our Heaven… and we’re a bit behind schedule! It is we that have not climbed where we need imagine this moment over all of the horror we summon face to face. We must reverse our thinking! She is heaven let us imagine, let us believe and let us know! We’ve been creating what we at first imagined was a balance between reality and make believe, it’s just that we got too carried away with our fantasies, yet it is our (fantasy) belief that can save the day. It’s now, or it’s eversleep. It’s now o…

8.04.12 The 13th Day IS Set

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I’m remaining human.

I know no other way to express the fullness of Love. We are believers! Let’s get to believing in something fresh! Something of ourselves we never conceived of being left with little to grasp…

For the Love of Christ we need a new belief! Let him end his suffering for having challenged God and caused such an unintended mess in us! Let’s honor God, Jesus, Mary, Tom, Dick and Harry by importing nothing but Love, let the fear scurry away and find in us angels a determination for the Mother! We owe her that much without question! There is no damned debate about what we’ve done to her natural beauty…

I might want to warn you when I say things out of the ordinary- I’m sorry I tried to instill the Love within my belief into you who asked for it not. Forgive me. Let us be, like that. Let us summon our Love’s courage, our Love’s fullness that she might spare us our due. She, my friends, is God, too. My family is God. My friends are God. My enemies are God. All and everythin…

8.03.12 Tunnel Vision Toward the Ultimate Love

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Either way… this is God. God and Love are one, a union of Life.

(Careful you don’t write your own obituary. Let her go! She is most ready to use her motherly instinct, instead of smiling upon her children’s suicidal pact with themselves, who you are, who you were born to be, what you’ve always been, Love…)

Yes. It’s all his and hers, this tunnel vision toward the ultimate love is the desire of the collective’s one exactness.

(Love, Life and Laughter! This is not just belief, it is real, Love the 100%! Shout your songs to the eartH, she waits for you to just be with her. Just be. Don’t you owe her the greatest Love one can imagine? She is waiting on you to smile! She’s been waiting hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, to hear Love’s song… Love! Sing Love to the rafters, to the stars and back Home! )

Rat-a-tat-tat, hear the urgency in that?! God’s rumble and her quake, instinctual tears of untainted water, loving angels dancing with Love, Life and Laughter, the three most cherished th…

-8.02.12 - 8.03.12 All I Need Do Is Ask

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All I need do is ask, and Love swims the answers! It may not be the answer(s) I expected to wind its way from inside out the winding wind, but it is the answer given.

The thunder answers my call for affirmation that I have come. I have arrived at what, who and where I was born to be, or so I believe…

Like she, like he, like all of life- Love! Love is the answer to all of my questions and I’ve many that trailed of thunder and her rise to greet her thankless children... Maybe God’s welcoming me home…?

My Lovely angel Love, you are the echo to my thunder, her rise to greet me smiling, asking if I might obey her majestic glance…

Oh! Send in the trumpets with the grace and design and summon their lightening and their rumble and dance their way into my Love, fear to go rumbling beyond God’s loving glimpse…

Oh! Let me rejoice at the rain! Let me simmer my laughter and glee that has not summoned the eartH for her truth upon all of this… I am writing her dance, her children of disgrace! Giv…

7.24.12 If you choose to enter the world

The humble shall inherit the eartH, Heaven, if God and Love will it to be. The arrogant have come into agony. Two sides of the coin- one is Love, the other, fear. It’s time to remedy my suffering by only Loving the (H)eartH! Cleansing her soil! I’m scribing for everyone and every sacred thing, all, you know, even those you don’t, that this is Heaven! Rejoice at such great fortune to receive eternal life!

(Sounds like a prison stint to me.)

It’s no prison, it’s paradise, it’s belief. We make it what we will…

I don’t know, but if I, inexplicably, didn’t want full Love, I believe all have the option to sleep as long as they weren’t needed by the Mother anymore, by the Father anymore for a while, until you desired to rest of Love and God awhile. If I replenish my time in silence, true silence, not plugged in to get it out, but inward out comes your surge of a loving memory into silence and I can return when and if the need arises or I desire as sovereign to my self. My dreams must again …

7.24.12 The Grand Procession of Folly

I must be humble, so that when I face her (H)eartH of Love, I might recall my place…

The characters in this unheard of drama have been rehearsing without their actors…

I’m not God, whatever created all of this is “God”, at least it is so in my full-hearted belief. The most important thing is the Creation. Whatever my purpose is, I must be a steward who believes he’s set to finally know something worth repeating…

A great sadness just overcame me, here my spirit types away in glee at this keyboard while the Mother continues to suffer…

Action is the only thing swift enough to carry my voice out into the open, it’s the only thing I need. A nudge…

Oh my God… It’s been arranged that I come forth and scribe to you this Love-summoned belief, this Heavenly HeartH of Creation!

I will not be a “God”, I will be a “human being”, a “sovereign entity”, an “individual”, yet “integral to the whole”. I am (free)! O! For the sake of Love come forth with my most loving belief! Sing it loud and with a fu…

7.23.12 We Need so Many More Butterflies

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Word and deed, hold them both with Love and all will turn out Heavenly…

‎(Step lightly bold spirit, it’s filled with landmines this belief. They’re set to take what suits them and meld it to their imagination which they deem to soar above yours.)

So be it! Good for them, let them to soar, what harm are they doing? It’s Love melded to the outside, fear won’t have a chance…

I've been Love the entire time, all wrapped up inside of my fear. I'm ready to wear my Love. O! Why can't I move from this dream?

(Fear.)

No. I can't move because of instinct! Heaven is here… I sense her Love.

(Sound...)

(Silence...)

(Love...)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

8.05.12 Warning: May Sound Incredible, May Echo for Lifetimes… God the Mother, God the father

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We’ve always been God, we all have by inheritance, not by comprehension’s end and truth’s begin of anything beyond our need to know, until we understand what, then where, then who we are! We have to get to know ourselves, and the (H)eartH requires a path to her salvation from your God!

That I believe is coming soon to our theater in the cosmos, we are not separate of that which we float in with abandon, we are the sky! The sky is what we’ve always been a part of, without the rain we perish, it’s her pureness of her nectar called water that we dance in the first place! We begin in her nectar! We are life within her loins and we can’t run fast enough to escape the Mother, she is everywhere and she is Love, the other side of God, make your choice…

I’m not working with them, at least not the 100%, these spirits that want to shape our story, that desire something more akin to Armegeddon than the loving method in which we summon our Love. We dance with another’s love all day and night, twe…

7.23.12 Pray With the Fullness of Love

(Pray with the fullness of Love!)

They’ve been trying to escape now for twenty-eight years, the band of merry spirits that want nothing, but to love and be loved.

Boom! Went their cannon from beneath their every ache, their every sorrow and lesson within Love’s expression ever graced…

I haven’t been timid, I’ve got full Love’s instinct, it’s been guiding me along the path to the truth of what I imagine…

I find it nearly impossible not to sound ludicrous and hypocritical, two faces, one of my least favorite human traits, I may be many, but the many I’ve been I’ve not always been honest, but to whom? Which spirit in me since 1984 have I been playing? God? Love? Creation? The eartH? (Insert title here…)

To whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to this morning, dear spirit? Love or Fear?

(Love.)

Welcome my dear! This is not just my story. This is my Grandmother, my Mother, my Sister, my Brother, my Father, you and yours, my Loves, human angels set to soar…

(Do with me as you please,…