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Remember the Spirited Dance

I remember the spirited dance from all of those years ago, without knowing a damn thing about why I was here or there in the first place, less a choice and more fate.

They "know" and "knew" me in the basic way we think on it, but their spirits know me well enough to conclude that I was stumbling and tumbling, not unlike a clown. I landed on my feet only after I crashed my head, so my feet landed in agony and not in the center of Love where I belonged...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

These Mists of Lifetime- Love, Forgiveness, Truth, Peace, Laughter...

The people call out, “Help us!”

A thundering echo, “Save yourself!”

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Just be careful what I wish for my never-end, Heavenly Home or Makeshift Hell?

Give me your trust and I will weave it into your delight…

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Another chance says the man with Love and God’s fullness. Where do you think these words come from? Rest assured these thoughts come not from fear.

I am trying to act my dear daughters and Lovely angel Love, I am moving at the pace set forth by the grace of Love, otherwise, I’d be absolutely bonkers.

The story has unfolded in my direction, yet now it has surpassed Love and Peace…

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I am here to receive. Caution from both human sides, fear and love- it’s an instinctual battle to overcome want.

Take what you need, not what you can earn or thieve or blast or soil in the least.

All is forgiven when we begin to sail these mists of lifetimes. Go. Go to the truth and beyond. Time and place are irrelevant. (This is the truth as far as I have the capacity to imagine.)

I fell into this…

Begin

The right to bear arms, the right to peaceably assemble, the right to be free, the right to live and let live, sounds about right....

BEGIN

Sixty-six and ninety-nine. Temperature gauges, kind of the limit of comfortability within a structure of awe and wonder, it takes a mild weather a sunny day to awaken this God in me! Tumbling for far too damned many years now, I couldn't begin to tell you that we are God and love set free when we pass this mortal globe, it is we with our thinking that must rectify the day...

I was selected to Live through the hell of not knowing a damn thing straight into knowing what counts and what, in this flesh and bone world, doesn't truly matter if I wrap my head around it only to cover my eyes. I hadn't a damned clue that my past was built from my Loveless trek over the Spirit of Love upon (H)eartH...

BEGIN

Every prayer's a new beginning unless it's the same damn one as the one repeated without a desirable effect. Set your prayers to L…

Big Medicine Love

God is the spirit that exists in our shells, vessels of the Loving Spirit. I am not God, I am a part of God and if I am a part of God then so are you and if we both are a part of God and God is we, a part of our selves, then, as a whole, we have a better chance at being God-like if we'll but summon it's truth of Love and God and Creation and Mother and Father and Sister and Brother! Boom boom this drama is well into its lifetimes of acts and curtains, ebbs and flows, rattle's and quake, let's us take a stroll by this often, and then remember where we are, the what and the who shall surely follow soon there after...

The medicine's of this (H)eartH summoned me to speak and I am. I may seem unstable, but believe you me, this role is placed deep inside of me, a program to open the door to Love... Love and Forgiveness trace my steps as my tongue wags its belief while forgetting there's a truth to all of it, a vague recollection, a character with the birthright to H…

Today's Prayer to the (H)eartH

Let me pray that Creation holds humankind in favor and protects humankind essentially from fearful belief, and informs us to The Truth, and allows us to decide that what we imagine to know does not trump what breathes beneath our thrashing spirit and body.

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I cannot hold back my belief's story, if anyone has suffered from my silence, let it be known that I am not in control of this, the chart of my seed, it is God and Love. It is I, the scribe, the man without warrant seized upon the book of plays with from which to select, your destiny my friends, is up to you. (Those that can't shall be worshiped just the same...?)?

The truth is not mine to wager, the truth is but mine to write. If I speak it I become worshiped, if I stumble with it while trying, I beg you forgive me once and for all, and let's get to dancing with one another at last! Or has it always been me to be the one that finds out last?

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Better yet, write your words here for me to see, I shall dance with …