CONFESSION ZERO

Either way… this is God. God and Love are one, a union of Life. (Careful you don’t write your own obituary. Let her go! She is most ready to use her motherly instinct, instead of smiling upon her children’s suicidal pact with themselves, who you are, who you were born to be, what you’ve always been, Love…) Yes. It’s all his and hers, this tunnel vision toward the ultimate love is the desire of the collective’s one exactness. (Love, Life and Laughter! This is not just belief, it is real, Love the 100%! Shout your songs to the eartH, she waits for you to just be with her. Just be. Don’t you owe her the greatest Love one can imagine? She is waiting on you to smile! She’s been waiting hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, to hear Love’s song… Love! Sing Love to the rafters, to the stars and back Home! ) Rat-a-tat-tat, hear the urgency in that?! God’s rumble and her quake, instinctual tears of untainted water, loving angels dancing with Love, Life and Laughter, the three most ch

All I need do is ask, and Love swims the answers! It may not be the answer(s) I expected to wind its way from inside out the winding wind, but it is the answer given. The thunder answers my call for affirmation that I have come. I have arrived at what, who and where I was born to be, or so I believe… Like she, like he, like all of life- Love! Love is the answer to all of my questions and I’ve many that trailed of thunder and her rise to greet her thankless children... Maybe God’s welcoming me home…? My Lovely angel Love, you are the echo to my thunder, her rise to greet me smiling, asking if I might obey her majestic glance… Oh! Send in the trumpets with the grace and design and summon their lightening and their rumble and dance their way into my Love, fear to go rumbling beyond God’s loving glimpse… Oh! Let me rejoice at the rain! Let me simmer my laughter and glee that has not summoned the eartH for her truth upon all of this… I am writing her dance, her children of disg

The humble shall inherit the eartH, Heaven, if God and Love will it to be. The arrogant have come into agony. Two sides of the coin- one is Love, the other, fear. It’s time to remedy my suffering by only Loving the (H)eartH! Cleansing her soil! I’m scribing for everyone and every sacred thing, all, you know, even those you don’t, that this is Heaven! Rejoice at such great fortune to receive eternal life! (Sounds like a prison stint to me.) It’s no prison, it’s paradise, it’s belief. We make it what we will… I don’t know, but if I, inexplicably, didn’t want full Love, I believe all have the option to sleep as long as they weren’t needed by the Mother anymore, by the Father anymore for a while, until you desired to rest of Love and God awhile. If I replenish my time in silence, true silence, not plugged in to get it out, but inward out comes your surge of a loving memory into silence and I can return when and if the need arises or I desire as sovereign to my self. My dreams must a