CONFESSION ZERO

(Surely someone knows the truth of God?) Nope. ~~~ I'm now in prayer, always now in prayer, story-mode for the masses, save one, I'm in actual-mode. The floor rumbles now, the ceiling from below, The child plays on the floorboards of Paradise. Bless the children of (H)eartH, bless their Home. Rise up now stewards, lift your wings skyward that the children might know they are safe! ~~~ (Surely someone knows the truth of God?) Soon. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Why need we vote when the results are always the same, deeper in debt and a little bit bolder in our warring. Let it go, this guilt ridden creature we've become. Be a loving steward without belief in Hell. Vote your conscience by not voting. Abstain from committing the same failed leadership again and simply Love one another, feed one another, water all around, shelter all in need, love all... Boom boom © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We, as stewards of the (H)eartH, need stand up against all "regime" changes, all ideas of war or aggression or thoughts of our interests in any region, save for the one we live in. We needn't avenge the deaths, we need be humbled by their sacrifice and begin to make their passing a testament to no more war. We need change from within to out, by example, by loving and forgiving all. Imagine the "blowback" from the actions of forgiveness and love, what an amazing spirit would be felt in the reaction of peace and laughter, love and forgiveness? It's the only plan that will solve the (H)eartH's most pressing issues, no amount of war or assassination or power struggles for oil or resources will bring us to where we need be by now in our existence, in our human experience. Humanity must begin to rise up and Love all... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I'm the Gardener, the Love and the Creation in Prayer and with the fullness of Forgiveness! For the Love of God, if you are out there, remember me, just in case I forget. :) "...screeching a national lullaby that will never be cleansed of history, but that falls upon ears that have long been numb to Truth." Give way to your trinkets, let them fall with all of the other loveless gestures at our own hands. (Hand.) No. Hands aloft in celebration of the truth beneath the feet. Everyone, meet mother (H)eartH, Mother (H)eartH, Father God, whatever you might be, I thought I'd mix in some metaphors. I am asking of them, but are they asking of me? Is it that simple in this atmosphere of our wars that we can't grasp the concept of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter? What's wrong with us thinking beasts? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Oh steward, I've been saying as much for a very long time now regarding fear, but, as you allow another to speak for you, I can only go by their words, and what I am finding is a whole hodgepodge of misdirection. Not theirs, yours. Yours in following it as if it were truth instead of having your own experience as you are meant to, or so I believe. A personal experience instead of an interpretation of the ideas put forth by one Mr. Padgett, or his Grandmother, or who have you, speaking in the supposed stead of another spirit. I got "the burn and the glow within my spirit", my experience, not the one you imagine for or of me, but the fullness of Love within me, the way I imagined it, as the man I was born to be... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Imagine if we are to return to believe and do simultaneously, only this time, we remember who, what and where we are, and the eartH gives us all we need and also gives us our most loving wishes if our affections to eartH remain unselfish, wouldn't that be ideal? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This morning feels crisp and telling of the story that is about to drift, at a fluttering pace, to the eartH's Love and I will be powerless as to what leaks from my spirit... The traffic seems muted again, as if it were in a tunnel, ears loud, noises unknowable, shriek! No! Shriek is too harsh, dreamlike feels better. Yes. Love my friends is now with me, she holds me near to her Heart(H), both, Mother and eartH… Let's create our own Heaven on (H)eartH, our Heavenly Home. What follows is anybody's guess, but rest assured it will be most loving... Oh my God, you should have known. Why did you leave me here to swill my own fears of you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and… why couldn’t you reach out to me? (Stop! There is but one need from you that matters in the least, steward! Your love reflected in your use of the eartH!) Yes. (Silence…) Smoke? Has...

It was like a slap in the face, this noise that wafted over the sound… They stood in line to let me dance with their fears- O! Slap! O! Slap! O! What a snarled tapestry of belief that’s crafted from shadows darting in and out of Love as if they were needles filled with rage! When are we to gather as a species and begin our song? We must begin to sing the echo of her plea through the movement and motion of who we are all born to be, stewards... O! The cry of the spirit of Love is piercing even the dogs as we speak, their high and constant howl ringing over the traffic… (Echo…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Man is young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly, our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning love. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might bow with humble head and with love emblazoned upon our burnt skin. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Share and share alike the loving parts of your beliefs, just be careful not to carry them so tightly that you inadvertently strangle Love in the process… My share of this day, My true breath and tainted air, In destruction do they lay. Where is our sorrowful Love Deliver me to me on the way And no end this Life shall attend. All are in Love’s Heaven When her veil begins its lift; O! Why must we suffer in this? eartH is Love and Creation’s reverence, we stewards of angels to come. Give me your hand and heart, Tote with you a loving tongue; Carry love in silky laughter Or eartH becomes life’s grave Bring on the righteous love, Maybe then I’ll fade away and echo, “Full Love does come our way” ! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Either way… this is God. God and Love are one, a union of Life. (Careful you don’t write your own obituary. Let her go! She is most ready to use her motherly instinct, instead of smiling upon her children’s suicidal pact with themselves, who you are, who you were born to be, what you’ve always been, Love…) Yes. It’s all his and hers, this tunnel vision toward the ultimate love is the desire of the collective’s one exactness. (Love, Life and Laughter! This is not just belief, it is real, Love the 100%! Shout your songs to the eartH, she waits for you to just be with her. Just be. Don’t you owe her the greatest Love one can imagine? She is waiting on you to smile! She’s been waiting hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, to hear Love’s song… Love! Sing Love to the rafters, to the stars and back Home! ) Rat-a-tat-tat, hear the urgency in that?! God’s rumble and her quake, instinctual tears of untainted water, loving angels dancing with Love, Life and Laughter, the three most ch...

( The Mists of Avalon , The Heart Portal ) (Will they listen to the likes of you?) Yes, my friend. They will listen as much as I will hear their anguish, and I will suffer with them and they with me. Now that we find ourselves together, brothers and sisters, and beginning to realize the grave error regarding truth (it cannot be known until we’ve returned the eartH to her glory), now that we are beginning to sense it, let’s cleanse the eartH to most Heavenly again, as it was created, with humanity as her stewards, angels upon the (H)eartH... Am I repeating myself? (Silence…) Am I repeating myself? © 2012 by mark richard prime

( Desktop Nexus - Midnight Sky ) The midnight sky behind the stars went on forever, an eternal dream of mine, my never-ending reverie, my trance of evermore, my dance with destiny, more our dance, yours and mine, mine and yours, with a most willing spirit, the breath of Love. The one star looking back at me brought me to wonder, might we live forever with death becoming a new life to relive again and again and again until our beliefs center around the things we know? The (H)eartH of Love calls out with Creation’s thrumming beat, begging I give up belief ..and bring my eyes down opened wide and begin to feverishly pray that I’ve still time to end the attempted murder of Life, restore the Life I’ve drained from Love‘s precious Heart(H), return the Love I’ve claimed in blood. The tragedy’s a manifest destiny woven of fear, eternal instead of Love’s echo, her never-ending return to Love held in the spirit’s hands that tell me life will come again and again and again and again and aga...

( Earth, Sky and Water ) I chose them as my angels, unbeknownst to even me. They heard me and my wavering speech, heard my rumble and felt the doddering gait of my visions of Love… They are my friends, despite my composer of fear having me follow its tune as I began to surge my voice to the masses without any hesitation, I feared their role in the thickening plot, following along with great intrigue at the outcome I could not possibly know. If knowing was out of the question, I was left with only belief, which I do, my believing is beyond the shadow of any doubt. Real to me makes it real. Real to you, makes it real. See where belief can take me without my even realizing it? Without belief… there is only truth, and truth is all I’ve ever desired. I searched for so long, I scoured the consciousness and believed what I could not know and knew not what I imagined… The eartH of Creation is ours to shape as we see fit. Our beliefs are only sacrosanct after they’ve traveled past th...

( Before We Kill Each Other Over Religion from Veterans Today ) God has yet to be imagined by humankind. I make my presence known through spirit, the spirit and that which I carry of the weight of another spirit and another and another that fear latches on to like a python clinching the collective breath. And, in the end, I’m probably just cast off into the living sea or laid beneath the loving soil, life eternal, the balance paid in full, the check’s upon Heaven’s table… I am me. Love. If I weren’t Love I wouldn’t be me. There are thousands of ways to express Love without resorting to violence, without latching on to what I’m told I am, instead of what I truly am… How hard can it be to begin living amongst my fellow stewards in harmony among the same species? This is hardly freewill… this is free-fear. I must release all fears, rational or otherwise, in order to find full Love… It’s a catch22 really… This script I’m writing is being given to me, produced by the good...