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STEP UP, SAVIOR

A savior just rose up in Me. In Me, can you believe that? Me, this flip-side to We, the one who went about doing many things that he is completely unaware of? Yes. That Me.

I've dispatched word to Muhammad and to all points of light within the human thought. Only way I could ever have done so was to come in backwards, with Jesus freshly removed from his epic suffering! He thanked me, even thanked Me, just now. I will be what and who you need me to be, not, perhaps, who or what you simply want.

(You've said that before, Scribbler!)

 And you, flabbergasted spirit, beholden to what you've been taught instead of seeking Truth's Exactness, not a moment too soon, avoiding a bloody vengeance is why I'm entering soon, that we might know at last what to truly do!

(Who is this?)

Me.

(Me who?)

The flip-side of any lies being told by We.

(Silence...)

Oh! Smile on that, ya curmudgeon! Go ahead and rejoice that Forgiveness arrived in all things at their birth. God is not a foul monster! God is Love, God is Peace, God is within us all, waiting on us to see! God is within and IS everything, known and unknown, heard and unheard. God is now, God was then, God is then, God is, We are and I am. Let's dance! Step up and do your level best...

  © 2015 Mark Richard Prime
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