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RELEVANT LANGUAGE

"Speak when a relevant thought comes to mind." (Silence...) ~ What do I think of the unfolding? It's not just for Me, it's We that stand to inherent Heaven by our deeds. Thou shalt not sense Heaven's return without them. ~ Love benefits from this belief that is shared between us. Me? I don't rank much notice in the deeds department, so I saved my belief to go last. Manifestation will be sweetest when it is another recognizing Home, they'll act in Kind. Mark Richard Prime, Peace with Love's agreement... (Understood.) ~ Laws are only created because of lawlessness, then later on they continue to metasticize into corrupt institutions of Profit Prisons. I'd like to be a Prophet on the wall where laws are made to benefit the feeling of safety or profit, which is nothing more than a lack of freedom. Freedom ain't got room for lack. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Profit Answer

Profit is the simple answer, want over need, our monstrous greed, our over-consumption of Home and one another. War and destruction are one another's echo... End the madness! End the madness of money! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

THERE IS NOT ONE CHILD ALIVE TODAY BECAUSE OF A BOMB CONSTRUCTED OF PROFIT

There’s this rule I follow. Treat all as my equal. All. (There’s a drum in that and a violin. There’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into my heart. Boom! Boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil, money’s more precious than even Heaven, but not oil! Money’s the root and greed has drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees.) There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed from greed!  (Boom! Boom! Boom is not for man’s virulent rage and loveless smirks spinning their shells into a final war, a self-propelled Armageddon, Boom! Boom! Boom!) Boom is for Creation. The profit from misery recoils in gloom and leaves all without breath, without flesh, without. (You’re too frightened to think beyond your nose, you’re pushed up against your loving glass trying to steal a glance of your true reflection! Why does the magnitude of Love hold us here?) I’ll not find heaven until I Love....