CONFESSION ZERO

When I say God rises to fullness within Me, I mean my thoughts are upon the spiritual path within and God greets me smiling upon this story. The many souls seeking to cleanse their shells of wrongful acts and thoughts need remember that we are forgiven from birth, since our story is being told backward. Either way, Heaven now... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

But a distant echo is the liar, But a distant screech fading to zero, no more your confessions! Now we rise as Kings and Queens of God's Paradise! Boom Boom! The sun waits on no one, Kings and Queens serve all before themselves... Yes. It was the only way. I am willing, ready and able to join the rank of Peacekeeper, to find my feet moving through with the Spirit of all things great and grand, known and unknown... (How does he continue doing it?) Even he doesn't know. (Who?) Me. (You are he?) Me. Yes. But a distant echo, a trifle, a minuscule sound that scrapes at nothing, instead it floats toward the exit. (Where does the exit lead to?) Out. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Our system of money has a mechanism built within it that increases its own use, thereby its own need is swollen beyond recognition. If it does not grow exponentially, it will kill itself. Rejoice and pass the popcorn! © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

It begins deep within, this roar that moves in me, this expulsion of toxicity! It's God's tongue scraping away all ugliness from the soul, that it might join the One Spirit and groove to a sufferless existence. Roar, Lion Kings! Roar! © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Problem with the agree to disagree bit is that when we do agree to disagree we are politely saying that we refuse to change or budge like spoiled brats instead of brothers and sisters willing to truly finish these conversations, it's best that we do not go politely into that goodnight, but stay and finally have it out! These things that plague us are fixable, but the players of politics is dividing us expertly, as was planned, I'm sure, divide them, they likely said, keep them imagining that they're participation matters in the least to the puppet masters, then we awoke and found ourselves enslaved by our own blind love of country over world... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime