CONFESSION ZERO

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Woman. Woman. Woman. Great and Grand Mother. Mother. Mother. Mother. Daughter. Daughter. Daughter. Sister. Sister. Sister. Aunt. Aunt. Aunt. Niece. Niece. Niece. Great and Grand. Great and Grand. Sing. Love. Peace. God. Echo. Peace. Love. God. (Echo...) Woman. Remember that Mother is most precious to Creation, Child the breath before... We are consciousness. Dear Sitting Bull, the word "war" is within "warrior", therefore I chose and choose to use the term "peacekeeper" or "peacemaker", as Peace is within the frame of each. But lets not let something as silly as semantics stand in the way of progress. Bless you and yours, brother... Peace and Love ~ I often tell those that desire aid from me, usually in the form of donations and a friend asked me to get some cows for his village in either Africa or India or somewhere, but I am asked to help and I have no way to do so, financially speaking, and as I thought of this...

Pay attention, brothers and sisters, to that which you have not heard before. I have, so I say, for Me, it is not the warrior then that will triumph in this story, it is the Peacemaker and the Peacekeeper that are with God, One. War is Fear. Peace is Love and Love is Peace, God. Now, I only speak in this way to you because you are beginning to sound like warriors without PEACE. See, some days I don't hold my tongue, friends. Some DAYS, I'm all capped, like a warrior, but I remain the Peacemaker. There is a fine difference between the theft of these words and their true meaning to the whole. Blessings to all... Please forgive my intrusion into your day and night. I am a serious man who is married to a serious woman who is Mother to two daughters, two grandsons, loved by many, held up by more in this tumbling story we spirits are crafting of such an ode to Creation. I am. My Love and I are ready. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

(Are you saying God is ours to create?) Not ours, lent. (God gave himself over to us?) Look around you, the question is rhetorical. (Silence...) ~ The strength is found in what we do with our spirits, the deeds we sling in the name of God are deplorable acts of cowardice. ~ God is not War. I am and I say only Peace in Me is in this story, for after all, brother, we all are kin to one another like Peace and War, and I cannot lay a hand on another in violence, but my tongue and my song will feel as if you've been beaten into submission and the warrior idea's removed after such a time as Peace overwhelms them. I do understand. It's not a matter of ignorance. One. God. Peace. Love. A circle, not a square, a kindness, fresh air, peace, not war, open, not shut, ready, not unprepared, aging not decomposing, becoming something desired of God in the offing, but now, well this now, loving friend, is ours to shape, ours to be Kings and Queens of the God-lent Kingdom! I ...

Michelle and I went to my mom and dads for dinner yesterday and as usual it was brimming with the aroma of grandma Amy Prime's home-cooking, (delicious!) and joy at our uniting to be with one another, those spirit's we've sensed from our beginning. Laughter erupted often and with a humble righteousness that this story has been moving toward. It was loud and celebratory, Sophia brought her new boyfriend Harrison to dinner and he was a gentleman throughout. Thank you for bringing such a gentleman to the dinner, Sophia! It was a pleasure meeting you, Harrison. Peace, brother... Michelle tells me that I am too loud at times when we go out in public, but I can only say that the spirit is moving Me. (Which spirit?) Spirits, humankind's collective and individual apportionment of the One Spirit that is in and out of everything as silent as evolution. God indeed works in mysterious ways... MrP © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

God alone, not the church, not the group, not the race, not the government, not the leader, not the follower, not the synagogue, not the temple, God, alone without our consciousness. We must influence Creation to now react to us. Pray to Creation that we become the best stewards, the best fledgling creators that we can be and have a story worth repeating! Giddy up! © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Humbled I am becoming. (You should already be there, Scribbler.) That is your experience folding over mine, it is not mine folding over yours. In my experience, humbleness comes after the story has been told that is the Actuality facing us now. Mark Richard Prime © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

This is my truth... I was born in 1963, just before JFK was shot. The shot heard 'round the nation, was never just a shot, it was more than that- (Conspiracy nutter!) It is not the conspiracy, it was the attention it garnered of our sensibilities to our nation, especially having just elected a prince charming to the highest office in the land, ha ha, what a tea party must have been like to be around him... Best we would have surrounded ourselves as One instead of splintering into knots this idea of terrorism. We need become worthy of our tenure sometime before we go, not as an individual, though that has its benefits, too, but as a collective, beyond our imaginations is our only limit! Smile and let's engage Me, shall We? © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

You know that I am just outside of knowing, there's an echo to contend with, yet it is an act. Yes. A show's being put on, what other theory's you got? The (H)eartH is alive and instructing Me to rise and be heard among the many being heard. (Why'd she say that?) She? More like undivided, One, a presence, not a story, because if we can't understand how to end our madness of consumption, and soon, we'll have truly misunderstood our Home and its Heavenly casement... Think. Think. Think. (Stop telling us to think, Scribbler!) I was talking to myself. (Oh.) Better than silence the leg of the journey I am blessed to be on, humbled and most gracious am I in the presence of God. I need think less, act more. (On stage?) Sure, but that's not where I was going with this. (Why not?) Because I was doing my best to not think more at that moment and you decided you'd ask me a question based on presumption that why mattered in the least, in eternity, one can bend th...

This is my truth... I was born in 1963, before JFK was president. The shot heard 'round the world, was never just a shot, it was more than that- (Conspiracy nut!) It is not the conspiracy, it was the attention it garnered of our sensibilities to our nation, especially having elected a prince charming to the highest office in the land. Ha ha, what a tea party must have been like with him. The shot rang out- conspiracy born out of the air, from the air, as the air. Best we would have surrounded ourselves as One instead of splintering into knots this idea born called terrorism. We need become worthy of our tenure sometime before we go, not as individuals, though that fact, too, has its benefits, but I speak of a collective, and as a collective, anything outside of our loving imaginations is the only limit! Smile and let's engage Me, shall We? Smile upon, engage me now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.