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I am Peace



Remember, the dance comes in backwards, suffering, then salvation...

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How shall we honor the dead next year? It's time we started honoring people while they're breathing...

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Arming teachers...

Might as well arm everyone to the teeth! As long as violence continues to be how we handle our human disputes over things that we never had the right to, guns will remain a secondary issue...

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Keep knocking until you get an answer. If an answer doesn't come you can always say you knocked faithfully with a true sense of purpose, that you didn't give up on Creation's plea...

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Amen to the unfolding of Life...

Peace and Love

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The ego is not our enemy, the indifference to its delight is...

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When We decide that it is not a "lone shooter", but a societal failure of Peace and Love...

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Just be sure and not be content until all are fed, clothed, sheltered, and the (H)eartH is cleansed of humankind's consumptive heel-over-head "happiness"...

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(Estimated time of arrival?)

Too soon to think of time or estimations.

(How about arrival?)

Bank on it.

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"Shooter dead, one student critically injured at Colo. H.S.
Arapahoe County sheriff says student wanted to confront a specific teacher, but ended up shooting himself"

The shooter, too young to be groomed by a war-filled existence,
better We give them Peace and let them shape the Heaven with Love...

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Beyond belief? How is that possible if the seeing was what manifested belief. See?

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The greatest slight of hand pulled over on humankind was that the hidden treasure beneath its feet was Heaven...

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All this damn time and we've got crumbling infrastructure and crumbling architecture, wars and murder, fraud and abuse, thieving and pillaging, raping and suicide by nature...

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I am a human Kind. I am Peace, tranquility by any other name is false.



© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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