CONFESSION ZERO

When Love is Guide, see to her arrival, then dance. No deceit got by Me, none that I did not beforehand of their creation relegate it obsolete. There is no Hell. There is no hell to speak of, or shouldn't be. I am. It is simple, I am and I am the only One that knows because I am still We. You are me, a cast of disbelievers. This is God’s tongue. Peace, Mark Richard Prime with your metaphorical tale of woe and intrigue, so what, do you think it matters to know, I proved my point long ago, that the play had to be rewritten to benefit all. It is Me with the tongue of We and then the tongue of God. Elaborate stories in dreams… Truth. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Once upon a time... Peace thwarted a plot by those who sought to destroy him and turned their plan on its head. The schemers didn't know what to do, so they got together in secret and hatched another scheme. They flipped and they flopped, changing their minds as a hat would drop. They tried again to scramble the truth and vowed to win their silly game and to never ever get caught again. Peace just shook his head and sighed, "What fools", he said of their choosing, "I'll always know when they lie, their lips will be moving." © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

~LIE~ ----"1. a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. Synonyms: prevarication, falsification. Antonyms: truth. 2. something intended or serving to convey a false impression; imposture: His flashy car was a lie that deceived no one. 3. an inaccurate or false statement; a falsehood. 4. the charge or accusation of telling a lie: "He flung the lie back at his accusers."---- How appropriate that the last part of the definition above has as an example that is of precisely what I am doing and shall do to those deceiving Me. (What if you're deceiving yourself, Scribbler?) Then I shall fling it back at Me, and, the way I dance, the truth shall be revealed. I've done this, I know the truth, I'm just waiting for the confession. The truth is known without knowing by Me. It took me some time to see that I was dancing backwards, therefore the echo was coming in the same manner. I am now quite good at re...

When I married my belief to my reality I did not do so for my reality to exact some damned vengeance upon me! I didn't do so for it to find cause to ridicule me! I didn't wed it with any idea of having to suffer more! I didn't do it in order to be used like a remote control manipulating me as if I'm some damned device at affection's selfish disposal! I did not do it for any other reason but that it was what was needed in order for me to honor my promise to Home and God! Honor as I saw and see fit, not as another might imagine or demand of me by entering in without my knowledge! There are many things that have slipped by me in my sleep for the past thirty or so years, but the truth of my place is certainly not one of them! It is not to be used, it is to merge within all a Peace that will not be vanquished until all war and schemes have failed in their quest to send even one more to the gallows of shame or to the brunt of wars hammer or one more to the cruelty ...

What's wrong with us thinking beasts? (Thinking instead of doing?) Thinking? Really? To what end? The undoing? ~ All questions, no answers.? What on (H)eartH am I doing asking these questions instead of finding their answers and freely giving them to you? Here is a gift, a bit of wisdom, not from me, from that which is within me- the fullness of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, and then some... Truth is singular. Truth is One. Truth is. Truth. (He told the man that he himself is disabled?) (That's the same thing I heard.) (Me too. Don't believe it, but I heard it.) Boom boom... (Did you hear the thunder?) (He told the man he is disabled?) (That's the same thing I heard.) (Me too. Don't believe a word of it, but I heard it.) That's upside down, spirit. Best you flip it to it's loving side and give it a whirl! Sky is not the limit, eternity and Love are the limitless, beyond our tiny thinking possibilities, thought I...

(September is Hunger Month, what’s your emergency?) When hunger strikes it is not as swift, it is not as jaw droppingly horrific or nearly as visual or pragmatic as when terror comes. (Hello? This is Terror, what’s your emergency?) Terror comes as a thundering blast, piercing the rust of contentment, disintegrating steely assurance, hunger slithers in. (Silence…) News of terror strikes fear and panic, seduces our pounding, frantic wits with darkness, dust and death devouring whatever’s left. (Silence…) Hunger pays no attention to time or place running our courage over our eyes with the private ghastliness of its teeth veiled in bravery’s demise. (Silence…) We’d recognize hunger in a crowded airport. Know it if we accidentally bumped into it and turn away from its ugly and careworn face. Terror’s not made that way. It arrives with a most thunderous shot, penetrating the crust of our indulgence, obliterating our steely assurance while hunger slithers in. (Silence…) ...