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Seeking God


When seeking your belief, did you by any chance think of God before ever reading the story in your holy book? Did you not seek him at your first breath? Did God not have you from your beginning just as God will have you in the never-end of Heaven? We all find God at our births, for there is no God without conception. See?

(I shudder to imagine my fate after this news...)

Did you by any chance imagine for a second, since you "found" God, that maybe it is not a story, but a way of being? Humble, needful, kind, loving, giving, helpful and peaceful? A child of Creation? Of the very God you profess to me that finds Hell a thing worth manifesting from our most fervent beliefs in it? I mean, what is the alternative for a creator if Heaven and Hell are the only options for Creation's offspring? Hell? Not on your pious life, not on your judgmental life, not on your short-sighted faith, not on your life, my friends, my brothers and sisters, will I ever demand another follow God by initiating a threat.

It is rather simple, we are to Love one another, a command most sensed in our animal and in our spirit, long before words. If God demands that we Love and Forgive, why would God allow one child to descend into humankind's delusions of grandeur?

Equals, through and through. Sovereigns of Home... free, willful, a collective of saviors to Home and Life.

Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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