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Demand It


For the sake of Love, I truly wish that so many would stop thinking of Miley Cyrus.

Stop being so damned judgmental of others, especially toward those whose behaviour we create through our expectations.

Let's do something that truly matters to humanity, something that doesn't feed our sick need to feel superior. (Derisive laughter is not the best medicine. As a matter of fact, it’s not medicinal in the least, it’s a sickness.)

There are so many more things that we should be talking about, like cleansing the water sources, the soil, and the air. Important issues, like cleansing humanity of their self-inflicted agony, like bringing our love and forgiveness to the forefront of our thoughts, like ushering in Peace and Laughter as a collective family of one, a laughter that is natural and healthy.

Let's take this time to demand that the US government NOT bomb anyone ever again!

Demand that all corporations begin to take responsibility for their destructive practices!

Demand that we ourselves take responsibility for our funding of war and for our over-consumption and savagery of Home and of one another, for turning a blind eye to the impact that we as a collective are having on the (H)eartH...

Shall we?

Peace and Love

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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