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Triumphant Elements


I am not saying that Sharia Law is the same as the Old Testament Law found in the Bible. It is not the details that have me drawing a parallel, it is the result of ancient belief and laws that have rather similar results that need concern us, especially that which is incongruous with Love and Peace, Forgiveness and Laughter, these triumphant elements found in Creation's story. Nothing rises from the belief in Hell. Nothing...

I dance with Jesus' spirit, my friends. God is within Me, too, and I dance with God, I dance with all of the spirit. I have been challenged to keep such promises from lapsing, so I thought I'd come in from the opposite direction and distance myself enough from the status quo to land safely and begin the next leg of my journey.

I am the son of God. You are the daughter of God. All are the offspring of God, the omnipresent truth, the one exactness. I trust in God, my friend, I cannot explain it after that. Jesus is upon my back, a double entendre' if there ever was one.

I am on the path, Jina. I am. Bless you and yours and thank you for speaking your belief and sharing your path with others. I would never try to take that away from you, nor could I. Bless you and yours.

It is irrelevant what God is going to do to Me because of my actions upon Love and Child, Mother, Belief, Truth and Joy, I am focused on the now. Now is my salvation, not then or later, now. Jesus and many others are with Me… or whatever is imagined of me, really. Isn't that how this goes, my dance tells me so? MrP


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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