CONFESSION ZERO

I remember the spirited dance from all of those years ago, without knowing a damn thing about why I was here or there in the first place, less a choice and more fate. They "know" and "knew" me in the basic way we think on it, but their spirits know me well enough to conclude that I was stumbling and tumbling, not unlike a clown. I landed on my feet only after I crashed my head, so my feet landed in agony and not in the center of Love where I belonged... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The people call out, “Help us!” A thundering echo, “Save yourself!” ~ Just be careful what I wish for my never-end, Heavenly Home or Makeshift Hell? Give me your trust and I will weave it into your delight… ~ Another chance says the man with Love and God’s fullness. Where do you think these words come from? Rest assured these thoughts come not from fear. I am trying to act my dear daughters and Lovely angel Love, I am moving at the pace set forth by the grace of Love, otherwise, I’d be absolutely bonkers. The story has unfolded in my direction, yet now it has surpassed Love and Peace… ~ I am here to receive. Caution from both human sides, fear and love- it’s an instinctual battle to overcome want. Take what you need, not what you can earn or thieve or blast or soil in the least. All is forgiven when we begin to sail these mists of lifetimes. Go. Go to the truth and beyond. Time and place are irrelevant. (This is the truth as far as I have the capacity to imagin