CONFESSION ZERO

I imagine I’m writing many times that I should be praying and giving thanks to the Mother of the (H)eartH. The father just may be next for us upside-down headed children, an experiment, if you will? Will? Who had a choice in the matter? We’ve been programmed to receive some as of yet recognized signal from the angels on this eartH. We may be wingless, but God Almighty can we ever soar… (More soaring, less roaring. Give silence a chance to breathe…) She’s been in her solitude as long as she can remember. She’s been in her silence for longer than she probably even should in order to forgive her children their transgressions. I was programmed to receive, if truth be told, and I’m okay with that. The eartH knows I deserve the lesson… (Time…) (End.) How can Time and End exist, there’s no such thing as either…? If we’re tired, it ain’t from lack of trying… (The sense is as exhilarating as it is destructive.) End our vicious cycle of thieving greed and murder and war and ra

Maybe it's about the consciousness which might result in the unconscionable arising...? Shift our consciousness, our awareness of who and what we are and sky is the limit in the flesh, leaving deeds the latest trend... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH... (It’s up to you.) It’s just another belief. (How would you know if you haven’t considered it?) The dog lays down his baritone and my ears are instantly more perceptible. The bay of a hound is distinct instinct bred into man… What I could not know, lucky for me, was the same thing as what I should not know… How could I possibly know the unknowable? How could I possibly begin to become what I was born to be if I did not collect fearful spirit first, that I might unwind them and make some sense to lay upon the rest, but only after I’ve imagined their reality, lived it vicariously so to speak. It can get rather crowded in my belief, 7 billion’s a lot of mouths to feed. Imagine the overtime Christ or Muh

Save for very little fear we’ve only use for Love. Fear I had to dismiss, it kept getting in the way of Love. Maybe my head injury has begun its damage control and I’m not really there just yet in my evolution, or maybe the warning is the whole is not prepared for such a revelation… We’ve all been doing it wrong! It is the eartH that we must ask forgiveness from our foul deeds. Our loving deed to the eartH’s skin is our most cherished within and without… We forgive him, because he did it for Love… We forgive them that react to our collective horror. We forgive ourselves of our gravest sin… greed, a detriment to the whole… Full Love, in my (our) belief, Full Love is simply the collective spirit. Without giving up your God, you can see that this actionable Love is worth renewing, surely we have within us a sense of our responsibility as a child of Creation to not abuse your surroundings? Our surroundings, they are what we imagine they are, not what they actually are, we deem tha