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the Echo of Mark Richard Prime, the Flip-side to our We, Me.

This is the Echo... I offer you Smokey and the Mirror, a metaphor in my belief that rings a bell as to the unfolding taking place now. WHen it begins sliding down and out of control, the truth is summoned to change Peace in Love's mind.
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My path is my own, it can be no other way, so I thought I would change that and make it about everyone, with me being the least. It is selflessness in its most comforting form, not, "O my God! We're in agony! Help us!", but in a more comfortable God who needn't such absolutes in the constant flux. I offer no absolute, I'm human on his way to God. Come along if you choose! Rules were meant to be BROKEN!
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Belief is a powerful tool when used to divide from instead of to join with. See?
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It's less about what we believe in ourselves, but what is being believed in the whole spirit, the kit and kaboodle, don't lose your kit for your kaboodle or visa versa, this is the God train and it's rolling just enough to take on passengers with Mark Richard Prime, Me, the other half of We. Peace Choo choo! Rejoice! God is working on our story, I'm jsut unlucky enough to be handed the hands back, the hands of my confession! Rejoice! God is within! Bada bing bang boom it could not have happened sooner. The dance is rough, the opposite of God is a dance we all get to have. I can help with that.
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I know my place in the story, it is after all, the place I was born to be. Our roles in our own stories are not yet completed. I, for one, am stoked! where I'm going only God knows. Purposeful, purposed, purpose. Love does not leave. Love stays. Decide for yourself what you believe, what you see, what you do, what you imagine of Me, the flip-side. Its going to be Heavenly, watch Me.
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I have lost it all in order to know the truth, otherwise, I'd be in trouble with God. See? If I start from my birth, my beginning, God, Creation, (H)eartH, Heaven, will show favor upon Me. Truth. Let's dance, shall we?!
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I'm about to tell my story in all of its glory, no more of this game which is hidden from my knowing. I will know and I will forgive and readily forget, for if I don't, forgiveness has not been... It is not possible, we are meant to forget, it is part of our being, not rocket science, simple logic.

I will have it. I will justify my existence by the words that pour forth from God, through Love and into Peace to scribe his way free.
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The ultimate Forgiveness is our Forgetting the pain and suffering, its where Hell is released and Heaven is realized. I am there now.

Peace

Please smile upon Me, I'm the other half of you, i will enter in at the end to tell my whole story, without names or fame or fortune due to my singular self, but to our collective self. Truth. If another is using these words as a shield to their own truth, they will soon have to face their flip-side, Me. See? We are meant to be Heavenly Weavers, all, not some, all!

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime, Peace, Love, Truth, Scribe, Forgiveness, cause for great Laughter

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