CONFESSION ZERO

Now’s all that counts, and now I’m ushering in the fullness of Love! What happened to the fear? Fear? Who’s to say, as long as I never open myself up to its ever consuming pathway again… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Imagine where that which gives to our every need and now our every whim is in all of this. Bring forth your justice now, Love has summoned Creation, not the other way around. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I love you beyond brotherhood, I’ve watched as you slid down into your self-ingested despair, and there’s just too much of it for you to breathe without it. Thing is, your climbing to the truth with me, all loving spirits are entering now, anonymously, Love as our singular consciousness. We care for one another in the loving reality. We’re nearing her belief, not just our own… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I climbed a long way, too. But not before the mislaid branch that brought her joy to soar among the children who have entrusted in you their spirit dear brother, be sure to honor that with a full throated honesty. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I was lost, I was blind, but now I see that there is no other way around it, ladies and gentlemen, I believe beyond doubt that it wasn’t until after I began to pray did I find the pathway to Love&God, just one of the billions of flesh, rock, trees, air, water, mountains, oceans and seas and all the (H)eartH and spirit. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I forgot what it was like to do this, the arrangement of one of Life’s grand symphonies, I don’t know, but I believe it. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I forgive you of the great suffering found in my not knowing… We’re the salvation born there along with God, the spirit, if you will … © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through and with Mark and Michelle Prime

I have a feeling I just figured it out… If our belief is conclusive and the one chosen by God and Love- wait… Does Love have a consciousness? Does God fair as well? Now imagine a belief so profound that it is real? The obvious is beneath my feet and they request my presence as the scribe of some final Covenant, or so I believe. I have been summoned to write my story told me from the mist of belief. The haze of injury set my clock to ticking as who I was born to be and I’ve been afraid to acknowledge it, afraid you’d never accept. Would I die for you? Yes. Would I rather live for you? Yes. Without question, we are what we know in our instinct, we’ve just mucked it up a bit… Trust in Love, it has come at last in my dream, she desires that we listen more than we talk, that we conjure the most beautiful of thoughts. We truly summon the beast of despair when we’re lost and suffering her very air! Make it like a movie and dance as you rumble my sky and douse me with your sweet nec

Maybe, if we'd have thought more about and had been more grateful for our most loving of fortunes, we'd have never had to find ourselves here, after some time of ignorance to the truth to begin with, we'd have known better. Is it truly our fault alone for not having recognized the amount of suffering from our own creation and our intelligence and our own utter lack of truth and/or knowledge? We didn't create God and Love, Love and God created us. Let us forgive them for our idiocy and in turn they might forgive us. (Sounds like you're negotiating with the hostages?) Our inventions can all be extraordinary and loving to humanity and to the eartH of Creation instead of them being held hostage by fear. We just simply need to be who we were born to be and let the fear (ego) fade away... It’s already fading. What, you think me asleep? I scribe the overwhelming number of spirits intentions toward who they believe they were born to be. If your take on glob

A friend of mine just responded to the word “compassion” with, “Pain you decide to feel.”. Lovely way of seeing the word in action, placing yourself into it that you might feel through its skin, through its every thought… Is that the pain we decide to feel or is that the pain of Love boiling in our veins? (It’s both. Without the free will, Love would have already ceased her gait within us, or would be pointless to exist.) Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love me and you and you and you and Love and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love... (Silence…) And you and you and you and you and you and me and Love and you and you and you… © 2012 the spirit of Lov