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Once we realize where we are, we'll begin to rush to clean up the mess we've made of Love and Peace, Life and Laughter, just remember to not rush and make mistakes, the eartH is patiently waiting for us to "change" our course...

Raise your wines in toast to living, laughing and loving, raise your glass to the sky and reflect upon what this all means. It will be the best time you've ever spent in dream...

Th truth tends to paint with a broad brush, too bad the truth doesn't reside in the one liner, the "sound bite", the blurb, the exclamation, the utterance, the prayer. Truth was here long before that. Creation's inception, is that even possible...?

(If you create it.)

I cannot create Creation's inception, that's silly!

(No. You imagine it and then manifest it.)

In that order, of course.

(Of course.)

The truth shall soon be upon us all, let us assure that we are ready for its power, its entrance will come swift. Truth tends to move quickly, as if avoiding the traps laid long ago that echo familiarity. A trail of echoes, waiting to be be known, I was with the truth and the truth was with Me, Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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