This isn't a religion, it is Mark Richard Prime's Actuality, he scraped from the dregs of spirit, he rose to the voice of God... this is his echo. If it does not yet sound familiar to you, give it a chance. He can dance your spirit into Heaven, and I don't mean Hog Heaven, I mean Home, the Heart(H) of Creation, God's (H)eartH floating in our portion of Creation's HeartH... We explore what is of our own design as the thinking beasts, we are what we think- reverse course! Oh such joy is found in my sway, in Love's discerning glance, in the chance... of Forgiveness coming to stay with all. Our belief in Hell is drowning us. Trust Me, let it go, humankind has held onto it for far too long. It is not theirs to hold or to as of yet know, I will be the last or I will be the next, or I will be the first, or I will be Me. It's the only thing I or God know of We within Me. Love and Peace... there they are, duality of one. Careful what you imagine of Mark Richard
(The Weaver's Song)