CONFESSION ZERO

There is indeed more than meets the eye to just our view from here, our personal slice of Heaven, there are many other forms that imagine so too. We are not alone, there is the loving spirit unwinding herself from our fear and she returns her fullness of Love back into us. (Beautiful! How do I sign up?) One doesn’t need to sign up or on to anything regardless of the other failing to respect the right to have and to hold our very own! This is the power of Love, not some mouthpiece called Mark Richard Prime! No. This is me, not he, but me and thee and thee and thee and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and the other side of fear needs swung round as omen for me to be her savior- and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you… If she, the Mother eartH, is ready for my song, I’ll have to sing it before you even know where I’ve bee

I am only one among so many that are acting upon the self they were intended to be, part of the whole, yet unique in sovereignty and their individualized mode of Love... Let us move as one for the fullness of Love will not be denied. We’d and she would best be served if the fullness of our Love would begin its journey inward to reflect upon what’s outward, not what is imagined… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

By the way, my head's flipped upside down… I like the idea of a compassionate… (Unsure if intelligence is truly a factor in the development of Love, but, be that as it may or may not be, a community that embraces all of life is never a bad thing.) Yes. And I don't feel it is my place to demand anything of another, even of the belief behind the initial reactions from the spirit within our exchanges. I agree that the power of Love is the surge to follow in this shift of “time”- I am among them, they and you, us, we... Set me free in the belief of the belief in me, in who I was born to play upon this our living stage and join the we! The Life, the Love and the Laughter... (Rejoice!) Now what? (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

This is our prayer… They don’t want us to be alone with our thoughts by design, and once we rebel against the virus, we recognize our Heavenly Home… (ping) The trace is everywhere, the spirit of fear, of possibilities unlimited but all cascading now as one into war. End your course! Stop! Go back and retrace the steps back to Love… Please, for the Love of All, love… They speak to me with broken tongues, with eyes shining as bright as the sun. They look into my eyes for something hidden within me, yet known within themselves, like a cool hand on a fevered brow or a loving caress next to sleep. I want to ask them who I am, but I’ve already been told it’s something I needn't see, the answers to that which I cannot know. Still, I call to them in my dreams and dance alongside their swaying hips. I hold them dear so they might soon share their Love with the new world. They look as if they’ve known me forever, with eyes swimming to the same rhythm as my dreams, with

No! There is not a court of law or public opinion that will sway me from my course to save the eartH of my own kinds parasitic nature! This is not, then, a belief, but a truth that writhes beneath the feet! There, happy now? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

We are in this together my friends and family and all. This is a belief that has come off the track of fear and now tumbles headlong down the pathway of Love! Don't you see? I cannot stop this truth pouring out of me, the reason we are here is to be stewards, angels, Gods. Imagine that coming from the children of Creation? Just the handshake was enough to bring these latest words to you, the spirit of Love is what I wrestle fear away from and dismantle it and reconstruct it back into truth. It's a blessing and a curse is this ever-evolving instinct... Let us dance, shall we? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

You, my child, the child nearest me, and Love, are to be cherished most of all when it is just she and we and thee... Forgo this bond with another's belief and damn well have your own. To those who have taken Love's child and via your contempt for Love thought you would manipulate the child of Love, have bit off so much more than you can chew if you think the eartH isn't my Heavenly Home. (Whoah there, fella! You might blow the hinges off your cage and escape into the great unknown if you don't slow down!) I'd hope so. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Maybe I'm supposed to ask, but what of them asking me? Have I, in my belief closed off the exit ramp due to the high winds of Love? (What the hell does that mean, Rimnod?) It means I don't know the answer, I'm not allowed to know the exactness of the answer, this is my beleif, this is Love... that will not cease her pounding as long as WE are quiet! For the love of God and Love, ask me? (You're in some tall rankness today my friend.) Aside: You, my child, must not be fooled by Life's "teachers", all. They have a belief of their own and if another belief feels threatened by his speech it is not the messenger's to pay heed, it is you... (Silence...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Isn’t my belief, the belief of allowing the loving spirits to choose for me, who I am, who I was born to be? Well, I say poppycock! Where is “me”? Not “I”. Where is the voice of the one I am intended to be, or I made myself out to be? We, not I or me, are the creator’s of full Love. WE, the collective we’s have powers we cannot yet imagine. Soon. Either way, I believe it beyond a shadow of a doubt that Love and God are swimming through me, which makes it real to me, which is actually who I am… We all don’t have roles to play in this drama, we have roles to choose, and I suppose I always wanted to play Hamlet, only a Hamlet who chooses to follow the ghost of Love instead of the phantom of fear. Wonder how that tragedy turns out? To wake up again and again and again an again and again to wake up and wake up and wake up and try to remember your many mistakes regarding your willing treatment of consumption like it’s infinite or something? It is infinte if one exists in Heaven.