CONFESSION ZERO

It would be most tragic to wake up and be enslaved by that which has no interest in your reality... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

    Belief is never ending until we recognize who we are, what we are and where we are. Belief continues to evolve until we unite belief with reality, until we recognize our own actuality.   Shouldn't we begin in earnest to rise to our occasion of stewardship, that we might, at long last, know ourselves and usher in the wonderment of Creation? © 2015 Mark Richard Prime © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

We humans are believers by default, I mean, truly, what choice did/do we have as to our "thoughts" of "why", "who", "what" "where" and even "when"?  So, if our "system" of "belief" was/is inevitable and a natural part of our "thought" process, then our use of such is rather important to our subsistence. Our "beliefs", especially those that carry great weight in our survival, logically need/should be nearer to reality than fantasy in order to stave off our prideful and stubborn absolutes" that have us imagining we "know" anything of what comes after we "shuffle off this mortal coil" and that have us acting in ways that do not advance our current state of humanity toward Home, the provider of all we need, and that has us disregarding our kinship of one another.  Yes, our systems of belief AND our systems of reality need be sustainable, nearer to the ...

In actuality (the fusion of reality and belief) the largest living spirit known to us is the (H)eartH. It can be sensed- seen, heard, felt, tasted and smelled. We, humankind, have traipsed upon its Heavenly ground from the beginning, had we recognized the spiritual that moves within us is truly in constant flux with what's outside, we'd have given praise to Home and Sky instead of use our genius to attempt to destroy them both. We are supposed to give voice to the silent song within which brings us to dance and we are supposed to cherish what is given without asking for anything in return, air, water, soil, sight, nature's delight. The mistake humankind made, we began to think too much of ourselves individually and in groups (an animal thing) which led us to imagine an ownership over, instead of simply being a part of the collective whole of existence. Had we remained in touch with our inner spirit, we would never have spoiled the outer. Yes, there is one Spirit and we ca...

("Only you shall not eat flesh with its life, that is, its blood.…") Torch it with a side of reality. (Sorry sir, we are all out of reality tonight, how about actuality instead?) Fine, as long as I can roar... (Roaring's optional.) No. It's not. (Silence...) Now that is optional. (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

If you construct a "belief" to persuade others of its "truth", be sure that all and not just some are worthy of the salvation you've woven within it, then your belief can become an actuality, belief/reality. Rejoice! © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I fused my belief to my reality, it was the only way for me to maintain faith in humankind and Creation. If I'm to be human and spirit, I'm going to have to have faith that something created Me with purpose, it's that purpose that we are to remember or to paint upon Home as if we're a collection of artists sculpting ourselves back into knowing (remembering) our collective truth. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Don't come at Me in a rush, come at Me with wondrous Love and Peace. I am mere scribe of the words that we all might want to heed. It's not my belief that landed Me here, it was my deeds... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We can conquer that which holds ourselves away from sensing our purpose. It is not to conquer anything, it is to submit to Home as most precious. The way to do that is to cherish one another as beings in motion toward the "unknown", upon Home and toward that which we shape, we shape our experience of "reality" as we go forward together... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I asked her if she could ever forgive me. I need to come up for air, been down there long enough. Time to refresh my memory, ask for a full pardon, breathe Love into her lungs and watch as her expression rises beyond man's sickness, illness that's crept into Love and held her down like an unjust master. Her suffering is visible. Her eternity spills into the streets. I shall deliver this into a story of Creation's will and humankind's choice. My veins are the symphony that plays for Me, for We, you and you and you and you, all. Be Love and I shall render Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter. I shall be equal parts Love, Peace, Forgiveness, and Laughter. I am righteous. I give thanks to your flesh and loving spirit and to the (H)eartH's sway within us all, beneath the feet and before Me. Be still your heart and you swim in my story's spirit. Welcome to the truth of Me, of We. Welcome to my belief and my reality my Lovely angel Love. Feel Me now? © 2013 the spi...

I will do what I can to remain in prayer that you might see my change and my sorrow for what I've done... If I have been forgiven, I must then know the reason. If I can't remember, I must be told. If I can't be told, I must believe. See? The story that unfolds before Me is both belief and reality, a sliver between them holds me in the dream. Boom boom, don't scream... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If I was indeed born to scribe the words of Love for the world to dote upon, why do I feel as if I am an intruder? (You're more like an insider, scribe.) Yes. On the inside. (Where it belongs.) Yet who says it needs to remain unspoken, why can’t it be spoken into existence like the makeshift hell we've created within our beliefs storm? (It’s yours, scribe, yours alone.) The belief or the storm? (What’s the difference?) Belief is the scribe of my reality, the canvas upon which I continue to paint, making reality the storm. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I can, of course, rise above the template that is belief and make it a reality at hand if I choose. I am arising from the ashes of my own makeshift imagined hell. I've climbed my way out of sorts and am finding it hard to grasp all the fortune spilling from my finger tips like clean water, like the green of of everything that's God. Everything is God, don't soil that which is not yours to soil, respect the fullness of Love, imagine the forgiveness all around, change your minds to the tune of what's life, not the sin that has your fears, but the sins that have your dance... In other words Love... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Regarding the words written by another of what Jesus said or didn't say--- I believe that once they (I) realize that the fullness of Love is present within them (me), they and I had better get to resurrecting our most loving deeds upon our reality to make up for the way we've used Love as an individual, a balance needs to be met, so to speak... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We are not really all that pleased by our beliefs. Look at us? Running around on eartH like we're zombies raiding the ice box! Turning the planet into our own foul use, not the truth that writhes in her most loving dance, only Love, says she. That's it in a nutshell. (Your the nut and the shell, Nimrod!) Breathe... Love... Breathe... Love... Without being nuts, how else would I have been able to withstand the weight of the guilt from my own lack of a loving belief? The only explanation I can imagine, is that my wits were dashed against the eartH and I've been climbing my way out of hell ever since. Beneath the surface of my Love was too much godawful fear... (The wind chime rings its somber note as the leaves walk down the street, clipping their revelry of having been set free at last. Clickety click, rustling a lovely tune, with a clickety clack and rat a tat tat... (Silence in that, followed by an echo...) A silent echo? (Yes, yet not silent in the least. It...

In my haze I'm in both reality and Heaven, and if reality is Heaven, then hell is what we've made it... But remember this is a story being told by the collective spirit within me, or so I believe it and beyond a shadow of fear, so it's happening to me. I cannot deny it. (You've called for help long enough, Mark Richard Prime. Now it's time to begin to paint your picture of Heaven...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

To not believe beyond doubt in anything is to not know anything. We know little... We are born to eventually find out, but in the mean time the journey must continue, the mystery will not flourish without we, of that, there is no doubt. I need guidance, not instruction... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I’m dancing with Love’s sway as she gently brings me to motion in and outside of my thinking. It’s difficult to pinpoint just when I began to speak of it, I sort of stumbled into the purposed leg of this implausible journey. The only thing I believe that I truly know, is that belief is the reason I'm the scribe ...and reality's why I write. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Reality is now bending to belief, Love, and this, my reality, is shaping my never-end, always with a loving confidence. (Love…) Time isn’t necessarily measured the way we human’s can comprehend the full scope, the breadth of what it means to be eternal. Time isn’t a measurement, it is an idea. Even though it may not be so in what we imagine as our reality, isn’t time, in and of itself, immeasurable since an end cannot exist in eternity? It may or may not be for us individually, but collectively, our accepted reality has implications. Let’s make sure that they are repercussions that echo with the fullness of Love... Time, I believe, is immeasurable. If it’s not, pray tell when it ends? (It doesn’t, not in the way that you’ve imagined, but in the way that Love has summoned.) Yes. (ping) (Echo…) (Silence…) (Love…) (Eternity…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime