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We are rising up, there is no signal, not light to shine a path, the path is before us and we're sensing it is now. Now. NOW!

Go forth fine-feathered and finely feathered and give freely the truth of your passions, your convictions to and for Home, to and for one another! Rise up NOW!

The moon doesn't rise and nor does the sun, all is in constant motion, God's evolution and our rEVOLUTION! Rise up! Rise up and be heard! NOW!

The (H)eartH moves with all and everything, it is we that must recognize Home, sense Heaven in the mountains, in the forest, the oceans and seas, the wind and the breeze- Rise up! Rise up NOW!

NOW! Freedom depends on it!

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime - Peace, Scribe, Love, Forgiveness, Voice

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