CONFESSION ZERO

The (H)eartH is a playhouse built by Love. To me, in this loving belief, I've emptied any unneeded fears that might have tried to snuff out the light of Love’s truth, and if others have ill intentions toward any “fordrawn” conclusion in this belief, save for everything's going to be okay, when considering the one exactness, then it's on them. Belief can't end, it must continue until Creation says otherwise. Does that make sense? It is not mine to control, it is Creation, it is the (H)eartH, it is God, it is Allah, it is Jesus, it is our most precious belief turned toward truth that we can imagine. Ulaeal, unbelievably lovely and eartHly angel love... Tulaeal, the unbelievably loveliest of angels, Love… The traffic leaps in now as if to say we hear you. I reflect upon this great fortune within this belief come pouring its spirit before me. It is you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and yo...

~Facebook has the "Like" button as a one click choice. Why not a "DisLike", a "Love", a "Funny", a "Sad" or even a "huh?" button...? Just a thought. ~ It'd make "liking" a sad post, less awkward... ~ (There is a “dislike” button now, and agree with having a larger selection of choices.) I'm not a big fan of a "dislike" button, as I believe if one is going to like or dislike a post they should feel free to enter into a discussion of their choice in the comments. I think doing so helps people grow both mentally and spiritually, for, after all, I believe we are dancing with one another's spirit and thinking fearlessly about our selves. Our purpose, our need... I say let us ponder upon our purpose. I say let's examine what we know, we've examined what we believe until we're blue in the face, let's not forgo our own image of God or Allah or Yaweh or Christ, etc, but ins...

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Before they didn’t know a thing about me, now I’m trying to convince them that this is heaven. Help me help you and of our quest not tarry, she rises as we speak, the eartH, my sacred vow. The eartH is the garden of our long lost Eden. Ours must be a loving stewardship of the Heavenly grounds of Heaven… Get me a coffee, stat! I need supercharged for what’s set to come. It is the whole of Love to stave off our recklessness and pride, squatting on the eartH without a shred of grace! This is, in my opinion the will of God, Allah, Christ and Love that we come together at this moment of our existence, lifetimes after lifetimes, repeating, and cleanse the Mother eartH of our misuse… If one follows the pathway to Love they may take the exit ramp just before Love and instead challenge God. Which came first, Love or God? (Too easy. God.) No. (Love?) Both, simultaneously. Together as one since the inception of God, if that’s even possible… At once. At inception. We have no ful...

Everything I've said is a lie. It’s belief, and just because you or I believe it, doesn’t mean it nears the truth of what’s to come... Belief is not truth, it may have minute resemblance to the one exactness, but it certainly can’t begin to paint the truth, can it? (The truth of our devout beliefs, yes.) What of our reality? Doesn’t it, our truth, garner as much or more of our consideration as our beliefs? Wouldn’t that then render belief nearer to fiction, nearer to falsehood than our minds can fathom of the one non-fiction exactness? Call it God, call it Christ, Call it Allah, or any name you see fit, but the one exactness has had enough of our rhetoric of love. It’s time for our fullness of affection to breach the walls we’ve erected into prison cells that we might lock away our Life, our Love and our Laughter. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime