CONFESSION ZERO

The curse is that I demand something of others when I should be a silent beast of personal prayer (thoughts) and only speak when the need arises, after that, close my mouth and leave my thoughts to Love. Finally it comes around. I know nothing. I need simply be…

(Photo by my love, Michelle) THESE WORDS ARE MY BELIEF, EVERY WORD I'VE EVER WRITTEN HERE IS MERELY MY BELIEF, MY THOUGHTS, AND NOTHING MORE, CERTAINLY NOT MEANT AS A DOCTRINE OF ANY KIND. MY LANGUAGE USE OF “YOU” AND “THEY” AND “WE”, WAS IN ERROR, IT WAS MY EXPERIENCE AND MY BELIEF, I SHOULD NEVER HAVE ASSUMED I KNEW DIDDLY SQUAT, FOR I DO NOT. (I SHOULD TRUST MORE AND IMAGINE LESS...) I needn’t do it with pride. Pride makes me think of myself too often and my “self” is nothing without love. I do it because I truly believe it. Instead of summoning Armageddon, I must call forth love’s most stunning affections and laughter before my eyes close, never to open again. Reverse course before I lose my reason for having been a child of love. I live. I love. I am. I live. I love. I am. Rinse and repeat. I must challenge my thinking before I challenge love’s as I move over the shattered and dismal streets! And once I feel I’ve made my belief most beautif...

( Chris Keeney | Into the Light ) Oh Love! Now! The time is now to love! For love I must hold the earth most precious and be in awe of her moon, I've not much room to talk, but the spirit's muse is dancing to a different tune! I suggest I heed her call and never forget I'm a child of love, that I might smile upon her as long as I breathe… End all wars! End all murder of the earth! End all folly before all breath is taken away! I must listen. She is gravely ill and needs my aid before her breath comes full force with all her weight and her acid tears fall upon my head. Am I listening? Am I listening? Am I listening? It is time… Love demands me to act, yet the earth still suffers… I feel more anguish for my part in her looming death than for all of the other grief I’ve caused or carried. I love each of you my brothers and sisters and I will not tarry. If this and that are what I choose to be, bless you and shame on me....

My fear has created a riddle, the fear of who I was and who I was becoming in the middle. I imagine I was selected because of my pride, my greedy paws clouting spirit’s for too many years. I understand rage, I understand me and I love you and abide. I have chosen my own fate and love has granted me my belief. This is home to me and I’d best get to understanding my great fortune soon or she’ll not reveal herself to me, instead she’ll close up shop for the next season of angels.  Tragedy never felt so tragic. My wife and I have chosen our own fate... love above all else. She saved me from myself and granted me my belief, I in turn have saved her from my former self and she is rising now. She gave me the “time” to find my singular self and loved me all the while. ...She is. I might choose whether this is home or whether this is agony, but either way, I'm still upon the earth with love. It was always up to me to...

I should speak from the heart without thinking more often. Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Listens) Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Listens) Sure! I’ll have a listen! Shush! I'm trying to listen… Sure! I’ll have a listen! (Silence.) Sure! I’ll have a listen! I should speak from the heart without thinking more often. It can be the greatest tragedy ever written or a pure comedy of errors, where I'm inside my spirit when I find I am a barrier to love. I think the jig was up long ago and I was battling my way back home. One spirit and a soul and love that matched time, and who and when. But, as it turns out, home’s not where I’m trying to flee; I believe I’m trying to escape my own agony. I must search for love and ask love to shed some light before all goes dark. ~ If I am living or dead, love knows the difference. I needn't imagine the earth is calling for my help, I should listen that I might hear the earth's call! Let me rej...

( The Federation of Light  - Artwork ) Okay. She’s my Love. My Love is my Love. She is what I must hold most precious, woman, mother, child, womankind, childkind, eartHkind, mankind, humankind, kindkind, motherkind, lovingkind, laughingkind, all kind. I must produce Love before I begin to produce life, otherwise what’s the point? My Love had come out all backwards, like a book meant to read that way, from end to beginning. I should be on the eartH without shame, save for the shame of how I've treated heart and home. What I do in this world is mine to choose. I've chosen to hold the earth as my heavenly home, in reverence to her Love... Be humble, Mark Richard Prime. Bow to Love’s eartH, there is no shame in it.  I believe that there is only Love, Love to be found when she isn’t too busy cleaning up my foul use of her loving ground. I am guilty as charged for treating my Love and the eartH as if they were exp...

When I began to realize I was in Heavenly Home, the weather seemed commonplace. I must remember and believe... ~ I can’t, as an animal with instinct, believe that the eartH is anything but heavenly. The truth, the eartH is heavenly Love, unmistakable when I stopped imagining that I knew anything save for that which was beneath my feet. Believe and remember… ~ I create my own reality as a collective mind. If I believe I am in Heaven, so shall I be. I create my truth in the end, it is what I'm supposed to do. I'm a loving steward of Heavenly eartH. Remember and believe... ~ Let me reverse my destructive course, past yesterday and last month and last year and all the years before, past December 29th, 1984, past all days and years and centuries and so on until the shock of where I’ve landed and where I've always been comes round. The eartH's overrun by my insane thinking. ...