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If Only That Were True


"I know that to you, with your enlightenment, it appears that they are making a great mistake in worshiping me and believing that my blood saves them. Yet, you must understand, that while they make such mistakes, yet they are receiving the Divine Love and that it is working to Redeem them from their sins and evil lives."

If only that were true it would certainly be divine, but only for those who worshiped Jesus, but what of those that didn't? Well I say in my belief they too shall rise again in the loving spirit, we all will, we haven't much of a choice but to go along with the flux of Life... To call oneself Jesus is, or seems to be a tall order, but I beg to differ, for if Jesus was a man, as you say, and I do agree, then that places us inside of the massive reflection of Jesus' belief (among others) and not his reality... We better reconsider our beliefs and paint them upon our reality! Rejoice and paint! For the Love of God, paint! Art of Love, art of forgiveness, art of laughter, art of Life, paint, paint, paint!

That in quotes above from 1915, is lovely writing, my friend, just not your own belief.

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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