CONFESSION ZERO

Come on, dear people of this world… let's maintain our grip on our present reality. There is no great big horde of people out there who despise another for saying Merry this or Merry that or Happy that or Happy this or Happy Holiday or Merry Christmas or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or pick your flavor. I pray we end the madness of demanding that our rightness, our righteousness, is the “Truth”. And I pray we end the madness long before all of our “rightness”, bar none, is shown to be, without question, wrong. I don’t know, but I believe beyond doubt that it would behoove us to consider what is beneath our feet as Heaven and that those before us are angels, all, and that all living things are to be cherished, and, I believe, we must do so soon, before we put the final touches upon a Hell of our own creation. (But, just before that last, didn't you pray for all to end the madness of thinking they’re right?) Yes. (Silence…) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

"Informing, Inspiring, and Equipping the Christian community for a faithful and effective response to the problem of Extreme Poverty..." Why not simply equip all of humanity to deal with their shortcomings and use the one word that is humankind's sovereign duty and Love everyone and all and speak to them with Peace and welcome them into your example of only a Peaceful Love. Your Christ could use some time off of his cross, he will be there when you arrive cleansed of all that is fearful... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Come! Let us resurrect our story, be our own savior for Christ's sake! For Love and God's sake! For Woman's sake! For Child's sake! For Man's sake! For the sake of Love and God, a union like none other known, a wedding of Love and Peace. A union of Forgiveness. A "just got hitched" sign attached to Laughter's glance. Giddy up! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We are as rooted as the tree. Of that we certainly agreed. She spoke confidently, I heard, like the water finds its groove, I sensed her belief. Like the root senses water, the river its current, the wolf its night, the mother her daughter. We are rooted as the tree. Home’s where we begin, Love’s where we breathe, Peace, our sacred endeavor, Forgiveness, born in us at birth, Laughter’s the body’s elixir. Rejoice, our Christ is near, God’s rooted within You and Me, in We, not unlike the tree… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We are all born to be the heirs to Heaven, to be Christ-like, God-like, Love-like and Divine-like. I believe it cheapens the "human" experience to imagine it otherwise. There was never meant to be only "one" or "two". We're all born with the same qualities as the figure known as Jesus, etc. If we imagine otherwise, only then will we find the need to "claim" we're someone else instead of being who and what we actually are... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am nobody and I need to admit it. Just because I've been granted the honor of dancing with God, doesn't make me better, it makes me weakest of spirit and faith... And, since I am dancing with the God of my belief, not the other way around. If we don't love wouldn't that make the antichrist all of us and God still unknown in all of it. We've been left with little choice but to believe in something since nearly everything else is unknown to us. There is something bound in us, it rivals all of our miniscule thoughts, it's so much deeper than your Heaven and Hell theory, it goes beyond man's grasp, infinite's a long damn time! Belief is our mistake, we felt it best to lord it over our reality and look where we are now...` This is not, dear spirits, some mystical joyride...! It's in need of our fullness of Love now, the Love in your belief can wait until she's cleansed of belief's foul use... Thank you, kind spirit, for printing the words...

~Facebook has the "Like" button as a one click choice. Why not a "DisLike", a "Love", a "Funny", a "Sad" or even a "huh?" button...? Just a thought. ~ It'd make "liking" a sad post, less awkward... ~ (There is a “dislike” button now, and agree with having a larger selection of choices.) I'm not a big fan of a "dislike" button, as I believe if one is going to like or dislike a post they should feel free to enter into a discussion of their choice in the comments. I think doing so helps people grow both mentally and spiritually, for, after all, I believe we are dancing with one another's spirit and thinking fearlessly about our selves. Our purpose, our need... I say let us ponder upon our purpose. I say let's examine what we know, we've examined what we believe until we're blue in the face, let's not forgo our own image of God or Allah or Yaweh or Christ, etc, but ins...

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Before they didn’t know a thing about me, now I’m trying to convince them that this is heaven. Help me help you and of our quest not tarry, she rises as we speak, the eartH, my sacred vow. The eartH is the garden of our long lost Eden. Ours must be a loving stewardship of the Heavenly grounds of Heaven… Get me a coffee, stat! I need supercharged for what’s set to come. It is the whole of Love to stave off our recklessness and pride, squatting on the eartH without a shred of grace! This is, in my opinion the will of God, Allah, Christ and Love that we come together at this moment of our existence, lifetimes after lifetimes, repeating, and cleanse the Mother eartH of our misuse… If one follows the pathway to Love they may take the exit ramp just before Love and instead challenge God. Which came first, Love or God? (Too easy. God.) No. (Love?) Both, simultaneously. Together as one since the inception of God, if that’s even possible… At once. At inception. We have no ful...

Everything I've said is a lie. It’s belief, and just because you or I believe it, doesn’t mean it nears the truth of what’s to come... Belief is not truth, it may have minute resemblance to the one exactness, but it certainly can’t begin to paint the truth, can it? (The truth of our devout beliefs, yes.) What of our reality? Doesn’t it, our truth, garner as much or more of our consideration as our beliefs? Wouldn’t that then render belief nearer to fiction, nearer to falsehood than our minds can fathom of the one non-fiction exactness? Call it God, call it Christ, Call it Allah, or any name you see fit, but the one exactness has had enough of our rhetoric of love. It’s time for our fullness of affection to breach the walls we’ve erected into prison cells that we might lock away our Life, our Love and our Laughter. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

We proclaim him [Christ], admonishing and teaching everyone with all wisdom, so that we may present everyone perfect in Christ. —Colossians 1:28 (NIV) I don't think we do. Does that mean I should get to proclaiming the Love and the God that guide me and reveal to me through laughing eyes, that I may, at the least, present my self as resembling God, more than God resembling me? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Maybe it's about the consciousness which might result in the unconscionable arising...? Shift our consciousness, our awareness of who and what we are and sky is the limit in the flesh, leaving deeds the latest trend... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH... (It’s up to you.) It’s just another belief. (How would you know if you haven’t considered it?) The dog lays down his baritone and my ears are instantly more perceptible. The bay of a hound is distinct instinct bred into man… What I could not know, lucky for me, was the same thing as what I should not know… How could I possibly know the unknowable? How could I possibly begin to become what I was born to be if I did not collect fearful spirit first, that I might unwind them and make some sense to lay upon the rest, but only after I’ve imagined their reality, lived it vicariously so to speak. It can get rather crowded in my belief, 7 billion’s a lot of mouths to feed. Imagine the overtime Christ or Muh...