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On the Other Hand


It doesn't matter as much what you do with your belief within, it matters more what you do with the belief you reflect outward.

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Religion has been a series of disasters, all with the intent to Love, but not all, surely the hell you have imagined for them has come at the expense of sound reasons for such a creation. I've heard all of the arguments and I'm not saying they're wrong, I'm just saying they seem to be wrongheaded...

Belief, on the other hand, still has a pulse, so we better get to creating something worth the (H)eartH it's built upon...

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Where have we tumbled so dark and murderous? Why have we not found our way? Too hard, too loveless along our way? Let us bring our most smiling goodness upon the (H)eartH. Let us remember our kinship, our evolution of spirit depends upon it...

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(You think it's over?)

No. It's just begun, our loving journey within the center of Forgiveness's waltz with Love. Change your tune, remove your mask and come as you are. We've little time for lolly gagging, so let's begin our walk with Love, Forgiveness, Peace, Laughter and Life! Let's begin...

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I plan on doing this as one big happy family. I know no other path as fitting to my task as that. One. It's a risk sewn into my belief's fabric. Without the fullness of Love in my belief, my belief will not get a pass...

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The big wheel is a metaphor and a metaphorical reality.

(Impossible!)

Why because you alone say so? It will take more than one to bring our loving belief out and be heirs to what we lovingly believe, not to what we fearfully imagine...

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Feed the children nearest you who are in need.

Clothe those most naked in the cold.

Rescue those in front of you and all around you.

Share, do not take. than one to bring our loving belief out and be heirs to what we lovingly believe, not to what we fearfully imagine...

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© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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