CONFESSION ZERO

It is said that “He that kneels before God can stand before anything.” Anything, but God, right? How would one kneel upon God and stand before God at the same time? (Humbly. Your standing depends upon how you care for what you're kneeling upon...) I have little choice in the matter since God is, relatively speaking, unknown to me in the flesh. But the spirit, O, it is most ready for me to dance and laugh and love in its Heavenly Home. ...Not my belief alone. Love, peace, belief, truth and goodness to you and yours, the known and the unknown, but most importantly, to the (H)eartH of Creation... ("By kneeling before God we are showing humility in our hearts"...) Yes, and my prayers and heart better be asking forgiveness, I'm kneeling upon the HeartH and must seek forgiveness for my use of the (H)eartH and the Heart(H)? (Love and peace, always...) ... If you want to dance with my spirit, I might warn you that it’s not only mine, it is Love's and it

(It’s too late to stop, and you know it, Rimnod!) I haven’t had my caffeine intake today, Curmudgeon. I kindly ask you to leave me be for a while this morning, there’s a spiritual battle going on inside me that requires I dive my full Love to the center of its winds. Good to see you, nonetheless… If my belief of the one exactness and Home is to be without hell (fear), they must, it stands to reason in my mind, be crafted and painted of the fullness of our Love… The traffic sweeps in going seventy-five and I hold the wind as shield from the foul noise of rabid consumption… I don’t recall anything really. It’s been a blur all of my life. I can’t explain it without sounding loony, but I’ll give it a try… all I recall with any clarity is a memory from my childhood. Not sure how old I am but I could not be more than six. Perhaps it’s the memory that Creation wants me to hold dearest, or perhaps Love scoured my spirit for affection and had to go all the way back to a spirit that b