CONFESSION ZERO

The odds to bid such a wager have been reached. How else do you explain the staying…? (The hell of humankind’s own making?) In my belief, Love swims through us all until we are ready, in every lifetime, the fullness of all Exactness. (Love…) When did it become a parlor game? Ask them that, then prepare to be humbled when she rises. Prepare to enter in a vow and finally see what humankind had lost, at long last… found! (A vow to correct the dead from the dying took…) Taken from the experience of an everlasting soul, I am, we are guardians, each, over the stone and over the truth, our existence reaching outward from the beginning. (What of the search within?) When I reach a certain age, what have I lost as I drug the drones of history in search of the answer…? (Remember it is not your search. It is your destination…) My destination is toward Love, beyond the shadow of any doubt. My inward dance is just getting started! Heave ho! Unstable foundation, something is ...

(Trilogy of Light by Toni Carmine Salerno) A trilogy of light, a balance of the sun and two centered stars in line toward the moon has me rapt upon the midnight hour. Tomorrow is something I rarely imagined. My tomorrows were a cloud, yet not as cloudy as my yesterdays, but all of my now’s are served in prayer. Prayers that plead with Creation and the eartH that I, her loving steward might stand up on Love’s behalf, if the saints go marching in… take the pathway of Love, and nothing else. Not even my "God" can testify to her wishes after such a long absence from its Love… (The One Exactness is the whole enchilada! Or look at is as Love is God’s bride, the Mother of all of Life, your children, you, all of humankind! Love is the only thing standing between you and your pithy conclusions mapped out nice and neat...) Let the willing have joy, and tell of a truth that instinctually resides inside of all belief, and tell it in a way that it is known intrinsically- (Insid...

I know I’m in heaven, I believe it, what’s the difference? I love another, I care for the eartH, what’s the difference? I’m hearing the traffic against my will, something brought me back. I’m courting Love’s favor and she’s responding in kind to my belief. The world is sacred and I Love for the sake of Love though it may return with a current that, if I am going to be honest, might get rougher than seems due, it’s not enough for the squander of Love I’ve aided in slathering across her surface and her air. (Oh, relax. You’ll live through it… it is eternity.) There is no eternal hell, unless I keep returning to do the same thing lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. I will hold no more the scars of foul deeds. Emerge the one that reins as Creator, I don’t will it, it wills me, and I am no fool, even in my questionable head. (Questionable must mean you’re a thinking beast who chose instead to believe, which led to conclusions like the one’s found in humankind’s unknowable st...

There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. Humankind is a self-destructive beast without regard to their surroundings. Why do I think that I must imagine to know beyond the shadow of any doubt that my belief is somehow truth? (Truth?) There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I love you with all of my heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in her quivering limbs. (Sleep now, Mother. We’re here, God and I.) And there’s a side of me that shows less fear. I’d like to keep that part, if I may? I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love, and the part that’s me and my needs… diminishes by the day. (Man overboard!) No. No. Bless you, but I’m not overboard at all. I’m in Heaven. (Man overboard!) Ha! I like your game! Shall we play? Or might we begin our duty to the eartH, to Love? (Man overboard!) I’ve warn the die down to so many chances! Leap! G...

...Like I've said so many times before, it's all coming out backwards as it should, from the freshest of wounds to those of a festered indifference! I am being forgiven of my belief, my indifference to truth! Rejoice! I am a new man! (It's about time you showed up, Nimrod!) Ha! Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH... (Silence…) I guess it means we all have our particular belief but we share a truth that's unmistakable… we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of our playtime and actually, as a species, rectify our indifference first and our differences last, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for the eartH of Love to choose eternal Life… (Silence…) I’m being crafted toward an awakening. Mine own. I’m being sculpted by spirit’s that recognized something in me. Animal instinct perhaps or they felt Love or Peace or Goodness in me. Who knows? I can only believe it’s what I promised I’d scrib...

Please forgive me... I have come a long way in my journey to be. I am here now and I know what I must do, I must ask each of you that I’ve ever wronged to forgive me. I’ve been coming to this for a long time. I have not been a person that was reliable, save for the consistency of my arrogance, my numbness to love, my god-awful pride and my misuse of friendship. I need to do this and it won’t take me too long, though my sins are many, my victims unknown to the fog, the mist of my deadened slumber, my sorrow is found most in my lament from everyone I’ve affected by not bringing forth a full throated love. This is for Michelle too, my wife, my lovely angel love, to whom I dance the most. I cannot make up for what I’ve done or haven’t done in my life, I can only pray that I’ll be forgiven. I should begin with 1984, the year that brought me to my beginning, a reset of my clock. That year, a child was born, my child, my daughter Chelsea whom I didn’t get to know until she was fo...

(My friend, ride along in the shadows or take the lead, either way, Love has already arrived before your spirit-filled vessel could assume the positioning of the eartH, the Mother, and your belief in her.) She beat us all to the punch! Heaven’s beneath the feet! I mean, how else would you imagine the eartH would direct the play that we’re in? She was tired of our desolate belief. Creation was exhausted of our human judgments in the one Truth’s stead! (See? The truth lies within the unknowable but is reflected in what is known. Clues, if you will? Search them out, these truths, and Heaven shall finally, after so long of your eyes absence, be seen through new and loving eyes…) The truth has never been so obvious, at least in my belief. “Sticks out like a sore thumb” doesn’t begin to grace favor upon her with a deserved and loving duty. The opposing thumbs can’t reach that high, not with their brightest parts set upon such a destructive path as that of the one of the human race… ...