CONFESSION ZERO

When I saw the difference between what I know and what I believe, I saw my grave error riding upon belief as if it were exactness. I should never design anything that revolves around an impasse for the (H)eartH, I must imagine a different direction, and I must imagine falling upon doubt’s sword when it comes to any belief, for none, bar not one, can escape the light of the sun. © 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 trance of thought need find its way to my knowing soon, or there's liable to be a train-wreck like none other ever imagined. © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

You, God, have some questions to answer to your son. (Then ask away!) I know them without knowing them, it's easier that way and safer. End and beginning, this story is about to move along... Bing bang bong... (That's not a question! Ha! I Got ya! Nanny nanny boo boob!) Ha! What the- © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I do not cast nets, brothers and sisters, and my experience is not of the sea, it is of the spirit, of God's words pouring through my every fiber, more than sea, more than ocean, more than simple talk about love and peace. Speech lent by the spirit, without knowing, but sensed within Me, a divine calling of this, my experience. You, friends, I observe without your knowing. The truth is to be known by all. I am not distracted in the least, I am overcome with a sense of the collective kinship, of Home as Heaven, the slight of hand we soil beneath our feet, both passively and actively. Perhaps you will remain in motion to show others the difference between the two, but I will remain to cherish Home and all others, despite what they imagine to know of me. Peace and Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The One Exactness simply "is", yet there are many "truths" along the path toward the one unknown exactness. These are the "truths" that I seek in my journey. The methods by which I seek "truth", as near as possible, are an exploration toward what I can know, not what I can't. Most of these words that pour out of me are not (necessarily) mine alone. I know that sounds off, but it just IS my experience of the mind, body and spirit. If knowing exists only in moments of experience, how is my take on them any different than another? It isn't opinion, judgement and/or labeling, it is interpretation. If the One Truth is not knowable at this juncture, then who is to say that you or I are right or wrong? That in and of itself would be a judgement call. To qualify something as truth isn't an easy task. The "truth" by the tiniest fraction of non-exactitude is no longer the "truth". I often say that we all have it wrong...