CONFESSION ZERO

( The Federation of Light  - Artwork ) Okay. She’s my Love. My Love is my Love. She is what I must hold most precious, woman, mother, child, womankind, childkind, eartHkind, mankind, humankind, kindkind, motherkind, lovingkind, laughingkind, all kind. I must produce Love before I begin to produce life, otherwise what’s the point? My Love had come out all backwards, like a book meant to read that way, from end to beginning. I should be on the eartH without shame, save for the shame of how I've treated heart and home. What I do in this world is mine to choose. I've chosen to hold the earth as my heavenly home, in reverence to her Love... Be humble, Mark Richard Prime. Bow to Love’s eartH, there is no shame in it.  I believe that there is only Love, Love to be found when she isn’t too busy cleaning up my foul use of her loving ground. I am guilty as charged for treating my Love and the eartH as if they were expendable flesh and spirit, she is the one I owe my allegiance

When I began to realize I was in Heavenly Home, the weather seemed commonplace. I must remember and believe... ~ I can’t, as an animal with instinct, believe that the eartH is anything but heavenly. The truth, the eartH is heavenly Love, unmistakable when I stopped imagining that I knew anything save for that which was beneath my feet. Believe and remember… ~ I create my own reality as a collective mind. If I believe I am in Heaven, so shall I be. I create my truth in the end, it is what I'm supposed to do. I'm a loving steward of Heavenly eartH. Remember and believe... ~ Let me reverse my destructive course, past yesterday and last month and last year and all the years before, past December 29th, 1984, past all days and years and centuries and so on until the shock of where I’ve landed and where I've always been comes round. The eartH's overrun by my insane thinking. Reverse back as far as my instincts will allow me and I will surely begin to see my coll