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Love in Order to Know


When someone tells me that I need to ask God into my heart, I say, "No. I do not. God is within from birth, in all things, as is Life, Love, Peace, and Laughter."

They have always been there, born within all.

I say if I tell another that they must ask God to enter in in order to be saved then I have just lied to them. God never left my heart or my vessel of flesh and bone. No.

I don't believe that it is God or Creation, or the One Exactness, or Love, or Peace, or Kindness that leaves in the least, it is therefore I that imagines that I've given them away, that they've gone somewhere and that I must ask them in. God is not a vampire. That's the role of those that say God's gone missing from within.

I believe that the notion that I must seek God's Forgiveness is another lie. Forgiveness is also born in all things, I only need remember this and not allow another to tell me otherwise or I let fear rule me. War, murder, rape, pollution, destruction of nature, of Home, the destruction of Peace, Love, Laughter, and Life. It is not because the Creator has left, it's because I believed that they have. It is a lie told to control, to change who I was born to be, who We were born to be.

It's simple. Never doubt that you've the power of Creation within you and you will never suck the life- love and peace and laughter- out of yourself.

Mark Richard Prime, Mark Prime, Me, Peace, Love, Forgiveness, Laughter, Scribe, Child of God, Steward of Heavenly Home, the other half of We.

♥♥ Love in order to know Peace...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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