CONFESSION ZERO

Share and share alike the loving parts of your beliefs, just be careful not to carry them so tightly that you inadvertently strangle Love in the process… My share of this day, My true breath and tainted air, In destruction do they lay. Where is our sorrowful Love Deliver me to me on the way And no end this Life shall attend. All are in Love’s Heaven When her veil begins its lift; O! Why must we suffer in this? eartH is Love and Creation’s reverence, we stewards of angels to come. Give me your hand and heart, Tote with you a loving tongue; Carry love in silky laughter Or eartH becomes life’s grave Bring on the righteous love, Maybe then I’ll fade away and echo, “Full Love does come our way” ! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Venkatesan M ---  Pollution ) I’m attempting to squeeze in every spirit’s belief it collected from you as if your flesh and bone and heart and blood and thought were a machine designed to bring an overabundance of satisfaction to the one exactness, God if you will... Suffering and intolerable cruelty to be the vessels of Love and never believing in it as you’ve imagined it…? Who among us has not suffered? Who among us has suffered the most? Who among us doesn’t lie to themselves for too long? The collective self is what we’re going to need to snuff the flame of fear and soar to Heavenly eartH to give thanks for our familiar, old song and dance that can, in my opinion, only come from being silent and engaging nature as we were intended... Stage 2 - We’re all Creators. (Some training is required. Not sold separately, or as a doctrine.) This is my story. (Choose eversleep or eternity, either way, you’re safe.) I believe that we're in eternity as we speak. Lesson

( Earth Angels Art ) I’m in heaven. (You are part of the whole of Creation, the 100% of everything, everyone, and every day ever imagined.) If you think this is false, imagine the benefit, wrong or right, that would come along with loving deeds, even if it isn’t the one exactness, that’s unknown and shall likely stay unknown until we earn it by changing back to who we are and shed our vapid hunger? (Silence…) Stupid's a harsh term to use... Our intelligence pale's in comparison to that of Creation, wouldn't you imagine? I suppose that makes us all pretty danged stupid, yet somewhat confident. (The whisper of traffic, birdsong, fly, grass, flower, willow tree, Love.) Where was I? (…) I sense that I may tuck this belief in for now and return for a while to the man I was meant to be. But there I go repeating myself… again. (Knucklehead.) Curmudgeon… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

(Make her God, my friend. You’re in good hands…) Better yet, make everyone able to become a God, we are after all the children of creation, are we not? What exactly did we think we would turn out to be in this, our Creation play? The one exactness, whatever it may or may not be is beside the point, and to be quite honest with you, our grave search for knowledge has nearly been nothing but self-importance and entertainment designed to flatter the sense of the self instead of to recognize it’s tattered frame… We are creators for God’s sake, so let’s create! Let’s not spend our time rehashing old memories into destructive reality, let’s create a new and vibrant memory of our Love for all and to the (H)eartH and Heart(H) of our Creation… (What does that mean? And, please, be exact in your answer?) Nothing exactly comes to mind, but my instinct was thriving throughout it… Why would this come to mind? I’d imagine it has its place in the long line of clues as to what’s happenin