CONFESSION ZERO

( The Midnight Garden ) There’s another side to all of this, and I’ve nearly removed it wholly of its use from my belief. Fear is a monster unlike any other when attached to the spirit. The spirit ushered ME in and opened my eyes to where it delivered my body. The flipside of that was just too much for me to bear. End all wars! Cease the murder of life, love and Creation! Do not forsake another, do not rape, plunder or sack another, instead reach out with full Love and let them see me as understanding their suffering and inform them that I’m (t)here for them. (What of that which is of want?) After full love is complete, there’ll be no want for anything, all will be manifest. Why would I want for anything when I can create a loving Heaven instead of a living Hell? (ping) (Echo…) Again, Mark Richard Prime, lest Heaven bloom before you’ve chance to recognize where you are, there will be only suffering another turn on the wheel, another lifetime of not knowing. If I believ...

The eartH is the only mystery that I need concern myself with. If I concern myself too much with the unknowable beyond eartH, she will suffer because of my ungrateful delusion. The Mother, The Father, The Grandmother, The Grandfather, The Great Grandmother and The Great Grandfather are one in the same, the dawn of all life I know and imagine. I am a part of life, like the trees, the water, the soil, the oceans and the seas. Gravity dictates that I remain here until the eartH deems that my use has run its course. Love… The doorbell rang and a gentleman at the door handed me two pamphlets from his church and then proceeded to witness to me about my going to hell if I did not believe as he. Well, since these types of events often begin with the fear and end in paradise, I decided to challenge my fellow steward, and his pastor and one other member from their church. I was hoping that the pastor had many accounts to tell about the flock’s involvement in protesting the destruction...

(Rage, don’t you see?) Yes. But I am not rage. I am not that man. I am Love, or at least I’m supposed to be, and rage is attempting to destroy hope. That man is all of the loving and sorrowful spirit I ever took in or allowed in to shape who I became, desired, or not. Spirit is one singular thing. Spirit is the one exactness and, as far as my strengthened instinct is able to discern, Creation… After I imagine that where I am was heaven, I was already dancing with the spirits. (They are me, I am they.) It is one thing to say, “He did it”, it is quite another to say, “It was an accumulation of the spirits within him that truly did anything.”… Echo… *~* (Had you taken only the love from the spirits into the shell of you, you would have seen that the person you became, is not the person you were born to be…) I AM that singular person, but it is rather difficult dancing with all spirit, not all are as far along on the pathway as I, which flings me back to the man I had beco...

The balance is tricky between love and fear. Love may now be intensifying, but there are oceans to cleanse, trees to plant, soil to enrich, air and water to purify, and kinship to offer freely before the Heaven of my imagination opens up like a flower upon my slack jawed remembrance. (Do not be afraid, she is full Love.) Everlasting sleep might be just what the doctor ordered, but I’m not a doctor, so I choose instead to desire life eternal in my belief, living evermore, there’s far less suffering as a result, at least that’s what I believe. Living is so much more appealing to me than dying, for what is death but an unknowable? I should want to know and believe in life while I’m living… (Love has two levels, overflowing and not enough…) The best way to not lose my way in belief is to carry only Love in everything I do and imagine… (When deeds surrender to belief, the eartH will succumb to misery…) I awoke in the hell of my making and crawled through the muck to get back ...

This is another beginning. It seems as if each post adds another layer to the belief that surges through my hands. (A bit inconsistent, if you ask me?) There is that, yes, but what of that which is consistent within this, our particular belief out of billions? (I’m a mere spirit. I am only a part of your belief. You’ll need to summon the whole in order to know, and then implement who you were meant to be in your belief, before God favors it, along with all others created from only full Love…) Imagine the outcome of that? (You better.) ~ Does everyone know, or is it just me that is staggering in this belief and whose spirit is soaring into action? (If you are, you better have a guarantee of delivery before you cross the thin, and wavering, line between Love and Fear.) There is no room in love for fear, but in fear, there’s an overabundance of room for love… I will tell my Love everything she longs to know of this belief, for she is a part of my Life and my Love, the...

( New Heaven - New Earth ) This is Heaven. This is Heaven. This is Heaven. (It’s not that you were special, Mark, it’s because you were indifferent to Love. You were not necessarily chosen, more a lotto pick out of 7 billion individual beliefs.) If my head is clear and I am in silence and I find myself in the fears of my making, I pray I remember their lessons, then bury them in the ground of which I hold most sacred, above all else... Have I truly been summoned by Love to examine belief, or is Love merely demanding that I come up with a fearless and fully Loving belief? Either way, I chose full Love and it is set to come lovingly in this, my belief. I chose a loving belief over one that ends in the annihilation of all Life. Didn’t everyone? (Silence…) The loving spirit soars in me, she has my hand in a vow to Creation and we soar as I pray and I’m next to Love. I must remember why I am here in the first place. At least I imagine that’s the answer I seek… The Grand...

I need only produce the script of a mad man for the jackals to howl their rage. Perhaps they’re not jackals, perhaps they’re wingless angels on earth? Maybe I’ve got it all backwards and the stewards of the eartH are waiting for me to release my cackling belief among my brethren instead of suffering for never having believed the one truth… The singular exactness surrounded by the human imagination is something I shudder to think of, it is sorrow personified… My love, it’s because I have not yet truly begun to waggle this speech to my family and upon the family of man that they too might sense that where they are is abundantly more important than where they imagine they’re going… Let me rein in the chaos and rejoice like the children of April in the rain… Come! Let me bring my laughter. Let me bring my staggering belief to a level like no other imagined! Heaven beneath my feet! If I ever imagined Heaven before, I certainly never imagined it as Home until my prayers began in e...