CONFESSION ZERO

Say there are only three. Now, of the three, which one is God? There is no God without the whole. (Says who?) The whole of God. (Silence...) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

I'm seeking the way, I have found the way. There are tests being put before me by these angels of God. I have found this particular leg of the journey to have a come back in its echo... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

I seek a challenge... and I hope it's God. If you are within Me, you aren't alone, same with We, just coming now is this new thought, be a savior not a sheep. That way, I'd imagine, it'll be what our purpose has been, to feel. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

These events are pressing together like some deliriously delightful puzzle! These events are unfolding, I've just become aware of them. We live the life we're given, and I mean that quite literally... We (the collective superego) are intended to be the balance between these spiritual manifestations. It's not a frightening thing if we learn to tame the Id and the ego, then the superego is free to choose from what it has learned in the balance of things... Sounds logical. You're mainly dealing with the truth of the person my spirit became or the spirit my person became. I am. Then there's how to truly be yourself? Evolve was the answer, even to my surprise after having played the role of fool for so long, as it was written, to bring Me to scribe it further. We are but wee children in our ongoing (R)evolution... The idea for me is to always remember that the ego, id and super-ego share one body that is the one that decides action and they all three make up th...

When we incorporate a part of belief of another, we share instead of own, dance instead of battle, love instead of rage, be with Peace in your Heart(H)s, Laughter in your actuality, Truth wound tight around the tongue... Unfolding speech is a surprise to everyone... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

There is no reference to Love, there is no need... ~ Living word? I got the Loving Word in a Living body... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

She is the Mother in search of a Father, at least a figure of the man she believes she needs, and she does, does Love. I need know the pang of my own vacant fatherhood. In order to serve, I ingest and cleanse sickness and fear, in search of self, coming up empty, still combing the debris and on to the next dis-ease until we are the cure and not some vacant thing waiting for a savior instead of being one. She manifests the echo of creation come through the balance between God and Love. I now believe. I scribe the story with a balanced curiosity, with many hands and many souls. She waits, I groove. I wait, She grooves. You wait, We groove. We do. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime