CONFESSION ZERO

Haven't I wept enough? Haven't I wept enough? This river has come undamned! Wait no more! Love is in Me, Peace and I agree, Laughter sought now, Forgiveness somehow, God, set Me free of me I've wept enough for my sins, I need to begin! I needed all to be forgiven, Saved from ignorance, I've climbed out of the cavern of want and surfaced in your original altar- (I don't know what that means?) Oh hush your damnable lies! You pretend too damn much, brother and sister! Your Christ speaks through Me now! Listen! He is not alone! No more of your prideful and selfish charade! You needn't pretend anymore that you know anything of what awaits the collective! Enough of your foul use of Christ's brother, enough use of yourself and all others! Pious and rigid you repeat your selective verse, it's perverse, it begs its own worth, collapses under the story's girth! (Are you angry? Are you packing heat?) STOP YOUR IGNORANCE, ...

The books are wrong, they are not meant to be your instruments of torture, war and grotesque suffering! Religious leaders of all stripes need be cautious when amending the desire of God, we can remedy this by having a sane conversation about the Bible, the Koran and the Torah. Not change our beliefs beyond doubt. The reason the "church" is here is that humanity is the church not just those that file into a building to give praise to God on any given Sunday! Thing is, the people have lost their truth and warred away their empathy, not much left but a bunch of bleached bones and tiny fragments of human genius... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

A witch of the highest order in the church. Yes. You heard me correct. A witch in the church. I'm here to join her, she's the less forgiving, save for Me. She and I are soul-mates. If not I have a cautionary tale before me instead of one that will find me frolicking in a field of wild flowers! © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

wizbang So many are "planning" churches for the future instead of in the now, instead of allowing worship to unfold on the original altar where it may. It disturbs the dance with Creation this metastasizing plot, this idea of conquering belief, this devouring of all singular thought outside of doctrine. Sorrow just begins to describe my thoughts on this... ~ Boom Boom Boom Boom (H)eartH Sun Water Air Boom Boom Boom Boom Love Peace Laughter Life Boom Boom Boom Boom Thunder Lightening Wind Rain (Echo...) ~ If we humans are to truly be honest with what we are, we wouldn't poison what makes up 75%, give or take, of what we are comprised of. Furthermore, we would honestly explore the other elements that exist in us from birth, THC and DMT, to mention the two sorely needed of our self-exploration. I believe these two should be known to all since they are an essential part (physically and spiritually) of what is within us from our births to o...

The symbol of suffering stands resolute… makes sense. I also see two trees still standing (the cross was carved from wood) and a wooden telephone pole off in the distance. Where's the church (the building)?  Think… © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

It is not about right and wrong or going to church or not going to church, it's about treating one another and Home as if we gave a good care. Selfish people exist in both believers in God and non-believers in God. The point is to urge us to Love and be with Peace in our walk and our talk. Peace and Love... without a doctrine, without a sect, without a cult, without a building to call church, but with a humbleness called for in this world of questions and beliefs. We all have a belief, bar none. To say you believe in nothing is still a belief, believe it or not. I say let belief match our reality and be kind to all. It's not too much to ask, to do, or to believe in. Peace and Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The church was and is the golden calf, an ancient idol that has found its use lacking since the world erupted into immeasurable chaos and endless war and murder and rape slavery and and greed and indoctrination and child abuse and hording enough damned wealth to feed and clothe and shelter the world over. Purpose could finally be served...? Peace ~ Love is the freest word in our true Freedom. Last one there's in Heaven, too! And they're off, ladies and gents! Look at them go! Run human run! (It's behind me, isn't it?) Yip. Best get to skedaddling your mind to Heaven, child... © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Forgiveness has no church, it just is. It is born within all and does not make exceptions. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

911... No. Not one day. Let us dedicate our lives to seeking truth. Not one day for prayer and fasting. Everyday those shrouded by buildings need emerge, walk out into the sunlight and speak out against war, against the poisoning of the water, soil, forest, and air, against the destruction of Home and one another. No. Not one day. Confession is fine, but action is true prayer. March on the streets and roads of the (H)eartH I'll no longer participate in deceit, I’ll declare. Let's take back the (H)eartH from corporate greed, from those who fill their coffers with money instead of hope, return the yield back to Creation's sovereign seed, and remember, where we are is begging that we see. No. Not one day, stolen by those with agendas. No. Not one day, taken from the unwitting masses. No. Not one day, remembering things designed to haunt. No. Not one day collapsing in on its own footprint. No. Not one day. All days, everyday, praising our kinshi...

Matthew 16:19: "And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven." What of this verse? (What of it do you desire to know?) Does this not mean that the (H)eartH and the Heart(H) are Heaven and that Heaven is the HeartH, everything and all, known and unknown? (Umm? What?) Isn't the verse saying that the kingdom of Heaven is the Heart(H) and (H)eartH, the HeartH, and are equally bound by one another, bound by our creations upon it? (It means that God shall give us the keys to Heaven if we will but believe in Him.) But it says whatsoever shall we create on earth, we shall find in heaven, doesn't it? (Yes, but-) No buts. That's what it says. It says that whatsoever we loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. It means what it says. It means that they are a reflection of one another. (That's taking ...

Three of them stood next to the other as if they were proud of man’s savagery, of man’s vile deceit! We needn't look upon the cross, let alone three of them, we needn’t to in order to find our way to God. God is inside of each of us individually, I am only God when you and you and you and you and you and you and you are God. We decide when and where and how and for the most part who we are to become. The “who” of We is the destination, my fine-feathered spirits. But all of you good people know this to be true, so the dance is required of me, and that is now clear to see. If you fail to see, might I suggest you remember this belief’s source, it is pouring through me as you read and as I see for the first time, too. The veil lifts that much more for me. God is within Me and I’m bringing God to We. See? (We do, but do you, scribbler?) Yes. Open your hearts to Me, open your spirits to God, to the truth of where We are… My hazard lights remained off, I...

Throw open your church doors, synagogues, mosques, town halls, meeting places, come into the light of day. Bring your hearts pounding with their tremendous Love and dance your Forgiveness out into the fields to play. Carry your Laughter within the vessel of Peace and glorify what is before you and beneath your feet upon the rhythm tapping out its eternal beat, celebrate your brotherhood and sisterhood with Home, relinquish the suffering brought about by any and all beliefs. Let go the chaos loosed by your hold within the supple flesh. The spirit of Love cannot be held down, it must breathe. Time's a void, NOW is the moment Creation conceives. Forget your watch, ignore the numbers and end the clock, no more the slide of the unremitting tick tock, the thrumming of deadlines, the slither of limitations, the drumming of war made silent by all nations. Peace and Love emerging with the pace of the (H)eartH’s splendor. Now begin. Now. Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Lo...

Eleven approached like a stampede, left and right running over the second hand of time at a breakneck speed. I wept as hands moved their shadow over one and one, eleven o'clock, knock knock, silence outside. A shroud- Marching to like happy sheep, entering in like howling wolves. I stand, they notice, I breathe. I love. I breathe. I leave. (This story always comes in reverse order.) The echo pretends it doesn't exist, pale eyes ahead of my reach. I look around me. (Tick tock…) I enter the worship center's chattering hall, all at once an involuntary noise and the dance begins. Well over 300. Idle clamber. Life's clattering. Teeth chattering. I ask the silence, the prayer inside, in or out, you decide. Booths lined walls of the noisy hall- coffee, snacks, books for sale and CDs. Worship yet to begin. So, so, so, so, so many voices at once, sound hadn't a chance, thump thump... Now in the fellowship church, voices more muted, ...