CONFESSION ZERO

It's not a Facebook phenomenon, I'd imagine it's been happening since ink found paper, since rocks found cave walls or bluffs to scribble on, reliving our histories instead of creating a present day worth repeating. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Let us anoint our occasion of nourishment Let us heal them rather than conquer, Bring a gentle nature, instead of cruel, Free the birds of peace, not the beasts of war. __mrp © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Our sisters and brothers are being abused by corporation, by a staggering indifference to their community, to humankind's Home! The powers that be don't seem to realize the storm brewing in the collective spirit, if they did know, they would end their aggression against the people and they'd bow their heads in shame! The spirit of the people is rising up and we'll not take "no" for an answer... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

If we humans, we breathing shells of war and ignorance, are indeed the meat between the "beginning" and "end" without knowing the truth of either, is it not most beneficial to the collective, if not our obligation as the collective, to create a story worth repeating? © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

To be selfless is to recognize our own worth, to accept charity is the recognition of other's worth. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

We've been sleeping, left our better selves, forgotten what we should have always held. Ticktock Our commotion littering the design of God's creation, invented dreams, hope turned into schemes, safety to screams, the truth rarely breathed. Ticktock Plans for us have been made, body to break, spirit to tumble away. Ticktock Start again, start all over, pick up the pieces as we traipse upon the circle. Ticktock We've been sleeping, left our better selves, forgotten what we should have always held. Careful with them, these pieces of ourselves, they're fragile, who we are Ticktock (a truth and a lie) still One. Our body's were meant to bend, even break, but never shatter. Ticktock What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? Thrice the question comes, thrice the answer drums! Ticktock Set the truth in motion like a pendulum to come again and again. We've been sleeping, our better selves...

Remember, you take something from me in the spirit and I will know, the truth cannot change since it unfolds and has yet to grace our presence. (But if it's eternal, won't that mean that we will never know? Like a forever of not knowing! That's Hell, right?) Not to Me, it's an opportunity. (Silence...) © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

We're all recovering from something. Like we've each had the disease and never knew that the allowance of war and our allowance of the governments that allowed and allow them to run amuck for their personal gain- Idiocy! They've no need for their own existence... humankind is in some trouble here. To not have anymore need for them, but to strike the final blow, have We, ourselves become obsolete? God, we are such weak minded masters! Thank God the revolution is being spiritualized! The new morning has begun... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

We'll need end our attack on Home and our fellow humankind in order to truly sense the collective's power... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

The "result" is secondary to the hateful trajectory that enslaves us to our machine's made of want. Not the inventions themselves, but our collective mass production of those "things" which do not give back to Home, that do nothing but temporarily "demand" our attention, long enough for the shackles of want to encase the whole of our limbs. God, I pray we sense our undoing and that this sense lights the way for the burgeoning revolution! If you don't believe that the Spirit is leading the uprising, you may need to suspend your "disbelief" in order to sense the truth unfolding. ~ © 2016 Mark Richard Prime