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DOUBLE EDGED


It's a double-edged sword all right, is the belief in Heaven and Hell. Believe in both, get both.

No, thank you.

How about WE believe in Home and one another and work our way up from there? As it stands now, we believe in a greater power than ourselves, yet stop short of believing in Home and one another. It is a flaw in the reasoning of duality if one is all powerful and the others are mere slave.

Rise up! Walk outside of your church, or synagogue, or temple, or what have you, and speak the things you imagine are real while standing upon the original altar, and they will ring hollow while gravity holds them down like it holds us to Home. Look beneath your feet, my friends, Heavenly Home awaits our recognition, not our swords...

Peace & Love

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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