CONFESSION ZERO

Yes. We can forgive and forget. There’s beauty in all things that are natural to Creation’s unfolding. Too many human actions have been and continue to be ugly. Question is, why? What on earth could have us murdering, raping, pillaging, oppressing, starving, demeaning, torturing, warring and scoring? ENOUGH! Do not enter your halls of worship without first having done your duty Do not imagine that your books tell even remotely near the truth in our story! This is Heaven! Wake up! WAKE UP NOW! Hello… It… Is… What… We… Believe… Of… It… These words, my friends, are not a belief, they are a truth among many. God is all things, known and unknown, best we find our equilibrium, before we begin another tumbledown into our fearful beliefs… RISE UP! I am…who and what you need me to be, same can be said of Home… Love and I are One, yet if this has been my last will and testament, it needed some influence, I thought, why not the souls of all contributing to their own storie...

There is no reference to Love, there is no need... ~ Living word? I got the Loving Word in a Living body... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Giving my mind away is easy, it's a soup kitchen, and now it serves the grass, beneath it, the source, meet yours today and enjoy... (There is a rumble in that one, Scribbler. Better rethink that last bit about grass.) Actual grass from the ground that is cultivated in our yards, if you love your yard, show it, if you love all, show it, if you love being humbly righteous, you've arrived just in time to have a conversation, we've been needing to have a pow wow for a very long time... Shall we? (Look, Mommy! It's Heavenly!) It is that, my child, it is that. Had I but been the one to instruct her steps, might have all turned out a bit differently, had I paid attention... I was not indifferent, I was reactionary, I was going backwards, lest we forget. Thank God that I even arrived here! (Yep.) I Love you. © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

Anyone hurts my wife or daughters or grandsons will have to pay. I am uncommonly brave... But I don't know it. Why should I? Bravery takes little thinking. Courage even less, it's the animal, it's instinct. This story I'm allowing to be written through you. (Who?) All. (All who?) Mark Richard Prime along with every living "soul" on the planet, past and present. (We're gonna need a bigger Heaven.) Okay. Let's get busy, shall we!? I'll drive! With or without my "license"! Bada bing! Hell! God's put an APB on my ass and I put one out on Me and Him! (Your state issued identification, Mark Prime...) Mark Richard Prime, and don't forget that I said all others, they too are with Me on this journey and this includes you officer. Remember that, keeper of the Peace. (Yes. This is Peacekeeper 12345. *go ahead* I'm going to need an ambulance to the 678910 street, I got a live one. *copy that, 12345. Ya here that boys? W...

Our eyes are the window to the Spirit take down the blinds, open up to the Truth- We are meant to dance lovingly. If only we could sense the Spirit behind our Laughter, sense the body as the vessel and not the death, we'd be more beautiful than surface, we'd finally live. How beautiful that would be... Peace, with Love's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Despite how these words might sound, remember, Mark Richard Prime is speaking as a child of Peace, with Love's agreement. It can be no other way, this idea of God, this truth of (H)eartH, this experience of mine, fused to many. In due time my place will be known, until then, Live, Love, Laugh and be Peaceful, be God-like. Boom boom... We must also learn of (H)eartH's "soul". its "spirit" is what we need study, "scientifically" and "spiritually", for there would not be one without the other. Without humankind to reason they're way along the pathway lined with Creation's Life, there would be no "science", there would be "spirit", the constant flux of God's breath. Using both in tandem would certainly, without question, benefit ALL involved... Peace&Love, both knowing... soon. ~ Some of these words are a belief of God's desires for all, and some are a wee bit more personal. Comes with the ...

A tree with healthy roots will flourish, a tree without, will wither and die. The same may be said of anything. The root is the soul of the tree, the root is the heart of the flower, the rain, the life spring of the river, the source, the breathing core of civilization. When we confront the knowledge  of this with the root of ourselves  we realize there is no alternative  but to strengthen blood's derivation  so that we might grow out of our seeking. Our source is humanity. Humankind, we are the root. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The heat of the great star fills our lungs with life, keeps us frothing with stories written by mortals, those who put a deed of sale upon the head of creation, slathered wanted posters with a list of foul conduct highlighted in red ink and a mugshot of the star melting the ice into rivers of steam and floating dis-ease. On pins and needles, sweat, gnash and weep… Better yet, rejoice at your duty as savior for the Mother eartH and all of Creation's children of Life and Love and Laughter... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Venkatesan M ---  Pollution ) I’m attempting to squeeze in every spirit’s belief it collected from you as if your flesh and bone and heart and blood and thought were a machine designed to bring an overabundance of satisfaction to the one exactness, God if you will... Suffering and intolerable cruelty to be the vessels of Love and never believing in it as you’ve imagined it…? Who among us has not suffered? Who among us has suffered the most? Who among us doesn’t lie to themselves for too long? The collective self is what we’re going to need to snuff the flame of fear and soar to Heavenly eartH to give thanks for our familiar, old song and dance that can, in my opinion, only come from being silent and engaging nature as we were intended... Stage 2 - We’re all Creators. (Some training is required. Not sold separately, or as a doctrine.) This is my story. (Choose eversleep or eternity, either way, you’re safe.) I believe that we're in eternity as we speak. Lesson...

I have a feeling I just figured it out… If our belief is conclusive and the one chosen by God and Love- wait… Does Love have a consciousness? Does God fair as well? Now imagine a belief so profound that it is real? The obvious is beneath my feet and they request my presence as the scribe of some final Covenant, or so I believe. I have been summoned to write my story told me from the mist of belief. The haze of injury set my clock to ticking as who I was born to be and I’ve been afraid to acknowledge it, afraid you’d never accept. Would I die for you? Yes. Would I rather live for you? Yes. Without question, we are what we know in our instinct, we’ve just mucked it up a bit… Trust in Love, it has come at last in my dream, she desires that we listen more than we talk, that we conjure the most beautiful of thoughts. We truly summon the beast of despair when we’re lost and suffering her very air! Make it like a movie and dance as you rumble my sky and douse me with your sweet nec...