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From Our Truth


Fear exists to keep us from our truth.

Eradicate them all, scribe!

(Lovingly change them into all...)

I choose, Love... I chose Love long ago, it just didn't choose me, I fought my way back from what seemed like a nightmare I was stuck in until I went on a medicine journey and found out who I was born to be. Forgiveness, next to Love's Lovely angel Love. How lovely is a three, a trilogy of laughter. Add another loved one within your tribe, it couldn't hurt, it would be filled with Love. Right?

Our language has even been corrupted to glance a message that cannot be translated without our belief...

I don't know anything. I'm just the scribe, remember?

(Yet it is you, according to you, so to speak.)

I am...

I didn't mean-

Love will conquer all Fear and then shepherd it out of Love to nevermore.

A balance must be met, I just added another level, a level of truth, before all of our beliefs come raging Home at the same time.

Where are you?

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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