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As a Child of Peace


Despite how these words might sound, remember, Mark Richard Prime is speaking as a child of Peace, with Love's agreement. It can be no other way, this idea of God, this truth of (H)eartH, this experience of mine, fused to many. In due time my place will be known, until then, Live, Love, Laugh and be Peaceful, be God-like.

Boom boom...

We must also learn of (H)eartH's "soul". its "spirit" is what we need study, "scientifically" and "spiritually", for there would not be one without the other.

Without humankind to reason they're way along the pathway lined with Creation's Life, there would be no "science", there would be "spirit", the constant flux of God's breath. Using both in tandem would certainly, without question, benefit ALL involved...

Peace&Love, both knowing... soon.

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Some of these words are a belief of God's desires for all, and some are a wee bit more personal. Comes with the territory. Peace and Love exist as One Spirit. Now take all that Peace means and add it to all that Love means, remove the Fear from within and resurrect our inheritance. Win win!

Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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