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GREY AND WHITE FEATHERS


"Grey and white feathers" as an omen, a truth, is meant to be interpreted within our having met the same fate, all is One, each thing created by what we imagine to be true instead of going with it and learning from Life's Constant Flux, might as well call it God, it is God.

Remember there are only letters in our names, not meanings, at least none that we've repeated with any regularity as to render it useless in its power that we ourselves give our thoughts.

I, Peace and Love, will manifest this miracle, I already have. Come with Me and my Love on our journey, it's a story worth repeating in the spirit, not necessarily in the flesh! Rejoice when a truth is spoken, remain silent with the lies, free them on their own recognizance, they'kk have no choice but to change... It's evolution and it is slow in the flesh, it is the fastest spirit known to Man, the one that exists within all things... God.

Wakey wakey, Mark Richard Prime was able to shakeyee shakeyee and become his own man. Damn I am smiling inside, and yes, even out my laughter's starting to rise on their gray and white feathers... Bless you and yours, cousins...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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