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The Word and the Scribble


I mean who wants hell? Who really wants to continue to writhe and gnash our teeth in ignorance, pull out our hair for not knowing, for not remembering (there is no difference), and burning evermore in agony because another believes it to be?

Our beliefs are most powerful, my friends, if I had only remembered in time to save the (H)eartH from the myriad of transgressions upon her soil, I might feel better about this revelation. If we believe it, it does come true. So if your version of God is hunky dory with you and yours, then by all means, send yourself to heaven and be lord over hell for eternity right along with the rest of "humanity"...

We are children of God, we must begin to understand that idea. We, my dear friends all, are meant to be heirs in Heaven, so why not begin now in your evolution to Love and Forgiveness? We are meant to believe in something, otherwise we'd be a black hole, untapped, unimaginable and ready to evolve...

(Where are you going with this, scribble?)

Riddle?

(No. Scribble, Scribe.)

Make tht "Scriddle" and you've got yourself a deal! "Scriddle" sounds like laughter, so, why not call me the "Scriddle"?

(Idiot...)

Maybe, but for now I'm in prayer with the loving spirit, and where from there is up to all of us, not just a few or some, but all of us as one!

Boom bang and boom bang boom, see the truth light up the room! Bang zippety bop bing, boom bang bing, bing, boing, I new not this morning where I'd be going, but my dreams have come to greet me smiling...

(Oh my...)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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