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Soar When You Know of Love's Consent

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Dear Exactness, have I not suffered enough by your allowance in Hell as some form of a justifiable punishment? That would be most monstrous! I deny it access to our story, I am the balance…

(Who are you talking to now, Prime?)

Whoever hears Me, so you, of course.

(Of course.)

When it is heard, this story unfolding against our will, it’s not called the constant flux for nothing, it is meant to be in constant flux, as are we.

(Yes.)

Yes.

(Yes.)

The flux of three…

No. I needn’t know in order to act, that kind of action gets you into trouble. Blindly is not the way, knowing where you are going is good and allowing God to guide you…

Do we need some test in order to learn a lesson, or the lesson? Do we need it or do we want it? Want is the opposite of Love. Love is born of need. Hello. I am.

Dear Lovely angel Love, you are a most righteous woman, not necessarily of the self-variety, but the mislaid plans of another shall never find you, I will keep all safe. You are so ready to Love Me, not the man I was, but the man I am now… You are my guide my love, both flesh and spirit, we’re betrothed to God. I love you. You are Forgiveness. Sleep tight my Lovely angel Love... May our spirits mingle still as mine goes in the alleyway to smoke, or at the bench in the park.

What a lovely painting, grandfather!

(Thank you, my son. But you needn't concern yourself with what you do, you should focus more on what you believe to be true. Soar when you know...)

Yes.
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© 2015 The Scribe, with Love's consent, MrP


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