CONFESSION ZERO

Haven't I wept enough? Haven't I wept enough? This river has come undamned! Wait no more! Love is in Me, Peace and I agree, Laughter sought now, Forgiveness somehow, God, set Me free of me I've wept enough for my sins, I need to begin! I needed all to be forgiven, Saved from ignorance, I've climbed out of the cavern of want and surfaced in your original altar- (I don't know what that means?) Oh hush your damnable lies! You pretend too damn much, brother and sister! Your Christ speaks through Me now! Listen! He is not alone! No more of your prideful and selfish charade! You needn't pretend anymore that you know anything of what awaits the collective! Enough of your foul use of Christ's brother, enough use of yourself and all others! Pious and rigid you repeat your selective verse, it's perverse, it begs its own worth, collapses under the story's girth! (Are you angry? Are you packing heat?) STOP YOUR IGNORANCE, ...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

God alone, not the church, not the group, not the race, not the government, not the leader, not the follower, not the synagogue, not the temple, God, alone without our consciousness. We must influence Creation to now react to us. Pray to Creation that we become the best stewards, the best fledgling creators that we can be and have a story worth repeating! Giddy up! © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

There are three things that bother me about this photo. 1. It can be summed up with one word, pride. 2. The assault rifle, the flag and the bible are incorporated. 3. The only thing in the photo that is natural to the human posing, is the landscape seen in the background. Too prideful. Too much accumulated ignorance. Too violent. Too rigid. Too deadly. Too much. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

If I'm in your dance, and you know it but do not come around to know the truth that will come forth of it in person. A gift for the useless, for those who imagine it's over and they have yet to sing as an equal with all other human beings, with all things, great and small, known and unknown, all connected as one matrix, an instruction pleads with us to rise... Come find me out, then out and up from there on the road to the revelation of Truth. It's truly all we seek, it has left us discontent. We need to shut up and listen to our Home if we won't shut up and listen to each other. Truth hurts, you'll get over it, in the meantime, come walk along beside me in a humble setting of soup and bread and coffee and herb. Yip, now I've stepped in it- ha, it is no secret, not to me it isn't, to me it's obviously where this is going, Me, We, Thee and They, All, we are preparing ourselves to march out of your manipulations, now part of the truth in my belief! We ar...

To become ensnared by the conjured "devil" of a belief, believe in fear and love as equal partners and you've already bitten off more than can possibly be chewed for Peace to stay. Don't you dare let Peace go, trust Me, this is the truth. We are the collective will and we say this is paradise now! Not at your behest or gait! You have become a monster religion! Yoy have lost your way in desire instead of truth, a distinction is most palapable between them. Rings a bell on Love in my memory in this dance. I am no fool. I am Peace and Love and Laughter, Forgiveness and God, within we are all the soveriegn's heir to kingship, to queenship, to all of our equality rising as one voice to be savior to the (H)eartH and to all others! RISE UP AND SING! Come to Me, go to You, the dance is mezmerizing, appatizing, waiting for the moment it is. Now. Present. Now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

See the light shining up ahead? It is the light of an oncoming train. Maybe this year they'll hear the whistle and reverse their collision course by ending this practice of trying to bring their brother and sister around to their own version of Happiness and Heaven and let it unfold naturally, then there'll be fewer graveyards from the war that comes from such absolute ideologies. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait on His voice to destroy the golden temples of man, hold my tongue until His powerful breath was upon me, and from His loving casualties I’d at last know the Savior. They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait for His followers to die away their persuasive babble and the murder of Islam to breach the walls of the earth as the many damned souls drowned under holy laughter. “O! The Lord God is looming! On his way with God’s wrath! We are to take up swords and send evil howling back to die their well deserved and slow death!" Their faces popped and spattered these words as they fell back, caught in His fiery presence, twisting their tongues into drivel and thrashing their minds in the glory of an Eden unlike any other. Then the snake planted his venom through the laughter of their gyrating madness. Tears emptied their pockets, spirits came crashing, and the anointed rapture of their making grew tired,...

It's a double-edged sword all right, is the belief in Heaven and Hell. Believe in both, get both. No, thank you. How about WE believe in Home and one another and work our way up from there? As it stands now, we believe in a greater power than ourselves, yet stop short of believing in Home and one another. It is a flaw in the reasoning of duality if one is all powerful and the others are mere slave. Rise up! Walk outside of your church, or synagogue, or temple, or what have you, and speak the things you imagine are real while standing upon the original altar, and they will ring hollow while gravity holds them down like it holds us to Home. Look beneath your feet, my friends, Heavenly Home awaits our recognition, not our swords... Peace & Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Religion isn't about Peace, humanity is, or it had better be. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Using facts is not mockery. If another feels mocked or ashamed it is within them, but in a virulent setting, such as politics, mockery is simply a tool of weakness when the facts bear themselves out. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The media should not be what shapes our opinions on anything. If we believe everything we hear about religion from the media, then surely we believe all other things we hear from the media, but I know that is not the case. The best way to shape our opinions about religion, or anything for that matter, is not to listen to the institution's "spokespersons" or the "media", but by actually getting to know the individual people within the particular institutions. I believe that "religion" (has become) was designed to be a battering ram, but there are many "Christians", "Muslims", "Jews", "etc", that are not what the media portrays them to be anymore than welfare recipients or atheists or Mexicans, or Arabs, or black people or convicts, gun owners, tree-huggers, liberals, Libertarians, conservatives, teenagers, etc. Religious people vary greatly, even within their particular faiths, I know many and have engaged t...

911... No. Not one day. Let us dedicate our lives to seeking truth. Not one day for prayer and fasting. Everyday those shrouded by buildings need emerge, walk out into the sunlight and speak out against war, against the poisoning of the water, soil, forest, and air, against the destruction of Home and one another. No. Not one day. Confession is fine, but action is true prayer. March on the streets and roads of the (H)eartH I'll no longer participate in deceit, I’ll declare. Let's take back the (H)eartH from corporate greed, from those who fill their coffers with money instead of hope, return the yield back to Creation's sovereign seed, and remember, where we are is begging that we see. No. Not one day, stolen by those with agendas. No. Not one day, taken from the unwitting masses. No. Not one day, remembering things designed to haunt. No. Not one day collapsing in on its own footprint. No. Not one day. All days, everyday, praising our kinshi...

The quagmire of war is the world over, serving those that care not for the people, only that they serve the machine that is war. Peace must be the new word, the new religion, the new thought, the new truth in order for us to recognize Home and our kinship... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Three of them stood next to the other as if they were proud of man’s savagery, of man’s vile deceit! We needn't look upon the cross, let alone three of them, we needn’t to in order to find our way to God. God is inside of each of us individually, I am only God when you and you and you and you and you and you and you are God. We decide when and where and how and for the most part who we are to become. The “who” of We is the destination, my fine-feathered spirits. But all of you good people know this to be true, so the dance is required of me, and that is now clear to see. If you fail to see, might I suggest you remember this belief’s source, it is pouring through me as you read and as I see for the first time, too. The veil lifts that much more for me. God is within Me and I’m bringing God to We. See? (We do, but do you, scribbler?) Yes. Open your hearts to Me, open your spirits to God, to the truth of where We are… My hazard lights remained off, I...

It doesn't matter as much what you do with your belief within, it matters more what you do with the belief you reflect outward. ~ Religion has been a series of disasters, all with the intent to Love, but not all, surely the hell you have imagined for them has come at the expense of sound reasons for such a creation. I've heard all of the arguments and I'm not saying they're wrong, I'm just saying they seem to be wrongheaded... Belief, on the other hand, still has a pulse, so we better get to creating something worth the (H)eartH it's built upon... ~ Where have we tumbled so dark and murderous? Why have we not found our way? Too hard, too loveless along our way? Let us bring our most smiling goodness upon the (H)eartH. Let us remember our kinship, our evolution of spirit depends upon it... ~ (You think it's over?) No. It's just begun, our loving journey within the center of Forgiveness's waltz with Love. Change your tune, remove your ...

I would never, of my writing, consider it "religious", as most, if not all, religions, for me have yet to acknowledge where, who and why they are. I do not see it in their practice, in their prayers, in their forgiveness, in their love, so instead of assuming I know more than they, I challenged myself to come up with, for me, a much more viable alternative to pigeon-holing it into some rigid format. I imagine it is, for me, the merger of belief and truth, reality... When it comes to what I am writing, it is not up to me to do much, not even to imagine who or what it is that I am in all of this. Although, the question has escaped these fingers countless times... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am simply writing what is not mine to keep. What I believe is my reason for being here at this very moment in my existence. I would never call what I write or think or feel religious, as most, if not all religions, for me have yet to acknowledge where, who and why they are. I do not see it in their practice, in their prayers, in their forgiveness in their love, so instead of assuming I know more than they, I challenged myself to come up, for me, a much more viable alternative to pigeon-holing it into some rigid format. I imagine it is, for me, the merger of belief and truth, reality... It is not up to me to do much, not even to imagine who or what it is that I am in all of this. Although, the question has escaped these fingers countless times... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime