CONFESSION ZERO

Boo! In order for there to be peace, the war must be fought within ones self, not vicariously through another. The self must be brought to bear for its usage of the spirit. If you deceive another in the embellishment of Love, you are destined to reap what you sow, but according to Love, sowing will be the gift for our frail bodies and hearts, our thinking has sent Love and God calling upon us to think! Look around you, do you believe your belief, or do you believe your reality...? A balance must be met or the sky will no longer be the limit, our beliefs will come to calling and all hell will break loose if we don't harness the fear that will ensue from such an encounter. Fear has been my guide long enough. I've been searching, what we're all intended to do, or so I believe, and now I've found Love and my wings to go along with her fullness... These words are my Love poem to my Love, all of her actions have been for me. Hands down the fullness of Love and forgivenes

ME: I’ll stop breathing when I forget. Speaking of that, if you happen to see me fall over, would you kindly lend a loving pair of hands, and then remind me of where I truly am if this is not Heaven, could Heaven be a replica of what we saw, what we see, in the eartH besides our own belief? SPIRIT: Holy mother and father of God! It’s time to rev up the Love machine and wash everyone with it, all within a light-year or two away (from being swell friends) and with a thought in reservation, waiting to be smoothed to a song, the song that now leans joyfully against me, and with a whispering tongue upon the Truth… (Can you hear me now? Am I coming through out there? Tick tock, time’s irrelevant, so why should one consider it?) Suggest that to the one about to have their reality come into view. Then once they've found their balance, they come together before the reality is even due. Love and owe nothing, be fearful at your own peril, but do not worry in the least for one cannot pr