CONFESSION ZERO

It is the eartH that breathes her prayer through me, speaking it to the world is a moment that has yet to arrive. It is not my place to say when, it is only my place to recognize my Home as sacred, to see all living things as having great purpose to Creation… whatever it might be. All life is sacred… any I squandered have been thoroughly dealt with by the Spirit. But of the shell that held the spirit, little ever got done, which means that my belief was beginning to tread where belief was commanding and my role was encroaching on the free will of Love instead of dancing freely with Love as I believe it is intended! I believe that seeds, like children, grow into the fullness of Love when planted and cared for with great gladness of the wonders of the eartH. © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

There is no bad timing to any of this. Time is a construct of man, not Exactness. I believe it is going along as planned. Who needs the constraint of time? This belief has been one of peace and Love, the eternity, perhaps, of human existence on the pathway to full Love. A belief that for me made sense that it be formed of only Love. The (H)eartH of Love’s Creation is my only beholden until Creation and Love say otherwise. If I hesitate, fear will prevail. (What if you hesitate prudently?) There is that, but if I act, instead of imagine, if I can be instead of only believe that death is not to be feared, then perhaps I’m- Oh! It is not such a simple tumble into agony evermore, it is the knowledge of human’s truth marked in our beginning- neverend goes on forever, and if you imagined less Love than you imagined fear, the breeze alone from such force has brought the Mother to take notice. She’s doing her best to seek my pardon, to open my hoodwinked eyes and see that it is not

Step lightly bold spirit, it’s filled with landmines this belief. They’re set to take what suits them and meld it to their imagination they deem to soar above yours. Good for them. Let them soar! What harm are they doing? It’s Love melded to the outside, fear won’t have a chance… © 2012 by the spirit of Love dancing in mark richard prime

(Pray with the fullness of Love!) They’ve been trying to escape now for twenty-eight years, the band of merry spirits that want nothing, but to love and be loved. Boom! Went their cannon from beneath their every ache, their every sorrow and lesson within Love’s expression ever graced… I haven’t been timid, I have full Love’s instinct! It’s been guiding me along the path to the truth of what I imagine… I find it nearly impossible not to sound ludicrous and hypocritical, two faces, one of my least favorite human traits, I may be many, but the many I’ve been I’ve not always been honest. But to whom? Which spirit in me since 1984 have I been playing? God? Love? Creation? The eartH? (Insert title here…) To whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to this morning, dear spirit? Love or Fear? (Love.) Welcome my dear! This is not just my story. This is my Grandmother, my Mother, my Sister, my Brother, my Father, you and yours, my Loves, human angels set to soar… (Do with me