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Abilities Born of Angels

( Mind Detox ) We might need a bigger Love than the one we’ve been believing in. We’ll need full Love to deliver us from the unknowable. It may well be that she is most ready, and needn’t another child to imagine for her another… (What the heck are you going to do if you don’t or can’t imagine anything?) Consider myself lucky, look where beliefs have dragged the eartH, there’ll be no need for another! What a damned waste, undecided spirit! (Me? What tragedy would you craft of her unrequited Love, scribe?) I wouldn’t. This belief is a Love story. Mother, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, Great-Grandfather, sister, brothers, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews, cousins and family and all and everything! I tell you that I deserve what might come my way while on the pathway from Love, it’s the pathway to Love that makes up for my sightlessness. (But now you see. You need return to your abilities born of angels and begin your sworn duty and walk with full Lov

LOVE’S HAD ENOUGH OF MY SPIRITED PLEAS

(You entered in stoutly like a bull crafted from the flesh of the fearful spirits!) Act. Do not wait for the eartH to rumble her sorrowful song, to smother her creation, to salvage what she can of the spirits stomping all over full Love without regard to her breathing! We must ready ourselves for the inundation of the Spirit of Love, not the stampede of fear that will tell our minds that there’s something better the intelligence of (hu)mankind can create! (Humankind has built more weapons against themselves one belief at a time, instead of any of the Truth that you could possibly know moving your way from those spirits that have so fearfully woven through themselves into you and become your belief! Fearful righteousness is blather compared to the rape of the eartH!) She is my beholden, she is my beholden, my truth… (Remember- Your brother loves you, the truth in that is most full, overflowing with the dreams of humankind brought forth through fearful belief!) Examine Love&am

6.14.2012 THE ANSWER’S BEEN BENEATH ME ALL THIS TIME

( Polyvore ) The airplane’s timed to make its flight over at the moment of my impactful prayer within the HeartH, Heaven and Home. Home is where the eartH is. It is a thing that I alone must reckon with in order to foster my fullness of Love. It is a struggle at times, but it is the stewardship of Love, the duty that humankind was born to perform in their thankfulness. Humankind’s creations mean relatively little if the Mother eartH falls at our hand. Imagine then? Love is most essential, she pounds at us with her eartH throbbing from the pace found in man’s hyper-thinking when she should be dancing with her children of her eartH and Love, perhaps. I don’t know anything worth such the fortune of this story found in me… I know it all sounds like it’s way out there, but trust me when I say that everything’s going to be okay in the (never)end- What if I take action before it’s time? Trust in Love and God to guide you along, Mark. What if I waited too long before I began to speak

I Believe That Where I Am is...

I believe that where I am is heaven, and I believe that heaven shall be revealed along with love if I'll but believe while I am here upon the earth. This is simply the birthplace of belief, not the seat from which it sprang © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

9.03.1984-2012 Feels like a pale remembrance

( You are Not Alone - Major Love Prayer.org ) (I've been saying this a long time. A whisper in the night, a nudge within the day, but it's all been coming out backwards, or has it?) Sounds like a David Lynch script. (David Lynch is a genius, Nimrod!) Then it is we that are not... What’s come of this, our day? Feels like a pale remembrance as if we've not slept since, or our eyes never fully opened, living near death, over and over, never realizing what we've done. The dead walk by our closed doors just as they did before. Maybe years from now someone will open them and see there’s no one there, open the cupboards and gaze at the ghost’s of a bare boned affection that move about in the living dust, in the echoes of our dancing within the last of our days, even if there’s nothing worth remembering or somehow it all got misplaced, perhaps tucked away for a rainy day, a keepsake for tomorrow that never came… or never was. Walk with heads held high, honor a

6.14.2012 WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF GODLOVE. WE ARE BORN TO LOVE.

( Hope and Love ) We are all children of Love. We are born to love. (You are called now to a much higher purpose than your gated community, which will soon whisper dread instead of love. Conjure fear before full Love and you reap what you’ve sewn, Mark Richard Prime!) Am I not indebted to her? Am I not “thinking” in the least? My mind is one to figure out! Where have I been imagining an end myself? Has it been in the whispers and sideways glances of those that have yet to understand my dilemma or is it the shackles found in my fear of the unknown unknowable? (Where do you draw the line, Nimrod? Is it between a newly repopulated and vibrant paradise for angels or is it a renewed and vibrant paradise with the many stewards at the ready? You’re caught between the greed and the sacrifice, Mark. You best get to sacrificing yourself to let fly the true voice of Love in your words, though they can be used to scare, used for riches that pale in comparison to the results of full Love

4 THE ONE KIND

Let us dance upon this stage of humbling sacredness! Her water needs our full attention, her soil and air and forest and mountain need our full Love to emerge or her rumble may be heard in the distance… Cleanse the eartH of Creation of human waste and indifference. Flesh and blood and bone and sustainable nature and the stars and moon, the sun and sky, breathe in the fullness of her most sacred Love… Eternity is a very long time, but in truth, have we not been eternal all along? How else would it have been done? The thought of eternity without human thought would have never been a “thought” in the first place. Right? Then why the long faces? You are there already, this is eternity and the eartH, as far as I am able to discern, is heaven for flesh and bone and spirit, we’ve just managed to be sightless and fearful for all of our “known” existence, it’s time to change all of that and emerge as Love. The next phase in our progression… A fearful beast is weak. An aware animal is

3 KINDESS

Did you think me incapable, spirit? Did you imagine I’m not up to the challenge of Love? You might have had some pretty solid evidence of my fear overriding my love in the past, but I am living a moment that will never arrive as I imagined and I am not the same man after witnessing Heaven. I am no longer alone. I have the spirit of Creation breathing through my veins and Love is present with every in and exhalation. Stop thinking anything other than, “Trust in Love.” If it isn’t loving, Love doesn’t desire it. If it is love, then send it forth with gladness in your Heart(H)… (The traffic roars in with its own version of humankind’s imagined end… Boom. Boom. Boom goes the eartH…) Eternal structure, heavenly orb, do swing me skyward, that I may, in my return to eartH, look upon you with nothing less than Love… (The Mother is the key. Be humble in your words and be righteous within your belief…) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

2 KINDNESS FROM THE ONE KIND

Creation is much better off than expected given the journey with Love upon the whole of the eartH, ready to face the consequences of her with full Love and not the sufferings of fear… (One rises from the dead, spiritually speaking, when one chooses only Love…) The dead and dying are not lifeless, they are a part of it, the spirit, their shells toted about as if they were hand grenades, without a pin among them, grown too heavy from the utter stagnation of belief… (Clapped the thunder, rolled the lightening, spat the rain- a sign was given in the storm, the light show did bedazzle your belief-stricken Love…) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime