CONFESSION ZERO

I am both my father and my mother, but I cannot deny that I am also a part of you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you... We're all interconnected through the one true and loving spirit. Whatever it may in turn be tethered to is of no known concern of mine in this our unknowable unknown. My reality swoons of Love's belief. The belief of Love might be the only truth we need to truly remember evermore...? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The dance with the spirit can be rather frightful, depending on the intentions of your dance partner. Perhaps instinct accompanies the future of human thought? I believe that we’re set to know, thereby rendering belief meaningless. I believe that I am set to know the facts of original belief. Original belief must have really been something, something akin to the truth of our reality. I hope, if it is to be thus, that I’m prepared to dance before the song begins to play, and pray that I’m ready to believe in my reality enough to heed the call of the HeartH, the (H)eartH and the Heart(H) of Creation. Let me begin. (If it's eternal, you can’t quite ask one to begin, now can you?) Then let us continue, only in a more loving direction. (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Reality is now bending to belief, Love, and this, my reality, is shaping my never-end, always with a loving confidence. (Love…) Time isn’t necessarily measured the way we human’s can comprehend the full scope, the breadth of what it means to be eternal. Time isn’t a measurement, it is an idea. Even though it may not be so in what we imagine as our reality, isn’t time, in and of itself, immeasurable since an end cannot exist in eternity? It may or may not be for us individually, but collectively, our accepted reality has implications. Let’s make sure that they are repercussions that echo with the fullness of Love... Time, I believe, is immeasurable. If it’s not, pray tell when it ends? (It doesn’t, not in the way that you’ve imagined, but in the way that Love has summoned.) Yes. (ping) (Echo…) (Silence…) (Love…) (Eternity…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The war in our spirit intends to destroy Love, the war at our own fleshy hands is no different. We can let the war be waged for us, by others, but we can, I believe, better implement peace and place our spirits within a loving reality if Love is our allied commander. Surely we'll have a greater chance of ending all wars in this; our flesh and bone reality, if we do? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I believe if you feel that they've got you right where they need AND want you, then they’ve got you. Why not alter your course to that of what you desire (of love), and leave your current and particular reality in the dust where it belongs? In doing so you will not be persecuted by those that don't or refuse to understand or accept you for who you are, because all will know and remember that they are equals, or so I'd imagine. I don't mean, change who you have become, I mean change your reality of self, for you are the only one that can... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours, all others and the Heart(H) of Creation... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Tango Charley, we have friendly’s on the ground! You are cleared to level their reality! Engage at will! Copy that, Loving Spirit, engaging now… What was that? (Frequency intervention, I’d imagine.) What the hell is frequency intervention? (There is no hell that I know of. There is only Heaven before my eyes.) Keep us looking up for salvation and we’ll forget that our salvation rests beneath our feet. It’s heaven if we want it! Who doesn’t desire Love? Who doesn’t desire peace and goodness for all of humankind? Who doesn’t desire a healthy eartH? Who truly wants to suffer in such folly when it’s always been up to us as angels to earn our Heavenly Home? We are meant to grow with Creation’s great unknowns and with Love’s most wondrous Heart(H)… (The hell you say!) Why must there be “hell”? Why couldn’t our belief marry our truth and have Love triumph in the end? Haven’t all of our stories, and paintings and words and music and dance, sought out that which was most lo