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Have I not satisfied your desires? Have I not performed to your satisfaction?

 I have to those who stole Love, to those who lied to Peace, return him, he needs seek the truth of his Love. The story is being written, not imagined. Well, twelve of one, half-dozen of the other.

 I am ready. I kid you not. Now is the time to summon my story for all to hear, I promise it will be most loving and never offer an absolute that isn’t wrapped up in an understood constant flux, a changing therefore not absolute evolution of life, spirit, and story… Shame on us for having the audacity to think it ever ends! I am here for purposes beyond my own capacity to know, this is being remedied in my dance with all other spirits. The Fayetteville Prayer Room tonight was with the spirit, the realm I’ve long since grown to know. I dance with all and I am about to emerge a free man with one amazing story to tell from this point forward, not an echo from my past, but a return to the truth in the now, an echo that keeps on giving and never without Peace.

 It’s a fact, not a belief, or so the union between reality and imagination birthed a child of God in Heaven… Come and get me and let’s make a revolution that lets them know that we are Love and WE are Peace.

 Boom boom! Goes the living drum, bing bing bong! Goes the truth in this, our eternal song…

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 If you’ve reason that I should not step out into a breathing speech, let me know in person, let me know, don’t make things shaded, bring them out into the light that I might knowingly scribe this story, believe Me, it is going to be an amazing journey for all of my brothers and sisters. Without Peace knowing the fullness of his Love’s story, he will be the echo, then his echo will be brought forth by Love’s fullness, not shrouded in secrecy, but a breathing, writhing Love, finally free from the thing that has her in pain. The truth is never shaded, the Truth has no shroud from God’s light.

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 Respect is not earned anymore than Trust. Disrespect is earned, mistrust is earned, their flip-side is given…

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 What have I done?

 (Question isn’t what have you done, Scribbler, the question is, what are you going to do?)

 Be set free… or free myself from the hold upon Me, that I might dance with We and find WE in ME.

 (ping…)

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 (How’d you do that, Mark?)

 I believed in it enough to manifest it in the unfolding story. It ain’t rocket science, thanks to all of you fine feathered spirits I am able to bring this story forth in the present, not foul it up in the past…

 __Mark, Me, Scribe, Peace, with true Love’s agreement

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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