CONFESSION ZERO

There's a djembe slapping its leather in a torrential prayer within it There's a glorious sheen painted all around it and within it. There's our being programmed to receive. O! If we could but hear it, the cry of the sacred (H)eartH, we might then begin to Live, Laugh and Love as it was meant to be in Heavenly Home... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Mr. President, open your eyes fully my friend. Remember you are behind them. Allow me to breathe clean air, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. As a sovereign vessel of Love, I demand you do something in the best interests of the people. Stop imagining that it doesn't matter to enough of us to lift the curtain on the charade that is big government politics of which you are at the "pinnacle". You should not be seeking control of things, Mr. Obama, you should be seeking to relinquish control of the people to the people. People are not to be governed by you, you are to be governed by them. Let us see if that dance will step you nearer to the multitude of voices waiting for the most powerful country (?), most prosperous country, to step up and declare Peace and Home as most sacred! Peace and Home, my friend, are sacred. Careful how you use them, they may not like what they find in your thinking... Love, peace, laughter, and goodness to you, yours and t...

Why should one sign this petition? Do not our largest murders get dropped from the air paid for by our tax dollars? Do we not all murder our children's future when we consume so rabidly? (The drone of traffic must it's dance!) Consumption's code is riddled with viruses. Give up no more of human rights, begin to Love within the boundaries of our kinship. Use the guns to feed the children something that's not stuffed away, something disconnected in our rush, but something that is from the (H)eartH... Shall we take back our sovereignty? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime Petition to curb even more of our rights to protect ourselves, a double edged sword, so to speak. We give up our guns in order to be safe is a slippery slope away from correcting our mistakes. Walking in Love, priceless, because it's our first directive. Love translates in all languages on (H)eartH... Think.

If we give way to the forces of fear, we'll have given our selves over to them... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The real journey will be the one to the self. Courageous are those that dare venture into the darkness to rescue a fallen angel... ~ We may not need them to control our guns, but we certainly need them to control theirs. Keep our senses about us, keep our rights about us, and keep our Love at the forefront of both... ~ Warriors of this world, you need no gun or bomb as weapon, you need the fullness of Love upon your tongue, sing it, write it, speak it, paint it, stage it, be it... ~ A spiritual warfare that not one gun will help us with our struggle toward peace... ~ I certainly hope that through my constant posts that I am not making you tired of my speech... It is my intention to set off an alarm within you, deep inside, beneath the fear and the want, trying to rise up on belief's behalf and grasp our hands and pull us up into Heaven... I think that I'm proving that I'm human, now let's dance and change us both into fine feathered spirits and ne...

"Whoever" you are inside my head, I greet you at last with a loving smile knowing your character best, you'd rather laugh and love while you live, Heaven beneath the feet... Wink wink nudge, tis but a blind man. In this case, not literal, but in the spiritual, I was stagnant if not slipping to the hell that was my calling, to be who I am. O! This is a great guilt I've chosen to carry all of these years. The rage alone could feel eternity's neck... I chose Love... I will know. The spirit will tell me, it is I that has to listen and scribe it as I believe I heard it from these wordless truths. Freewill ain't all it's cracked up to be... I don't exist in your reality my dear flesh and bone Mark Richard Prime, you belong to Love. You can be Christ or you can be Love. (I can't be one without the other, lesson early on this a.m.) I exist enough, but being who I am, well that's tough. I want to rise to the highest air and remember I...

Talk to me my brothers and sisters, let's build this our Heaven into our desires and our loving dreams... I took the devil and brought Love all through him. no more bogeyman, no more a trance, but a full thoroated warble to the eartH and all she is! If I have stepped on any toes, I beg your forgiveness, I'm doing my best to dance my way out of hell... I may have been doing my best song and dance for far too many years now, but how else could it be, was I a danger to anyone really? No. I was, at that stage of the dance, tumbling headlong into the unknown, but not unknowable, known to any and all, the truth beats belief any day. I beg of you my Love to come with me on my journey, I feel I'm getting too far away from you. If not in motion, our thoughts must begin to digest all the truth that flows out of my hands. (Your truth?) Of course my truth, is there another truth to me? Let us all begin to dance our fullest of the Truth of who we are... If you tell me you...