CONFESSION ZERO

So, what you're saying is... that it is coming whether we like it or not, so essentially you're trying to get us to tell you what you should already know within, that it is coming, irrespective of what anyone else thinks about this truth? © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Marijuana is God's herb, give thanks to God for its weave of truth within AS THE medicine of and for humankind... It is not illegal anywhere, it is decriminalized, returned to equilibrium! What is wrong with us! I know how to bring us back from the brink of ourselves, if I serve any purpose known it is this, God leads me along the path built for all... I am Mark Richard Prime and I am in need of some help, in this conundrum I'm scribing as we go along... I may be one story short, maybe a few short of a book that is worth repeating, ad naseum of thought within our living- seems to have served no purpose to our kind... (Is that a plea for assistance?) Call it whatever you want but I must soon have your urgent need to seek me out in person, if you want to know the truth of us, you and me, you'll need now come see Me. I am here. Waiting for this event that has been conjured by another, then that other knows not what he has done. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Think. I am. Moments placed over the next moment, the many nows I face in my day, has found Me dancing along. The God within is the Spirit of the God that is already out. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

In the past several years I've often asked myself, what the hell is going on? Have I always been missing something that I was supposed to have understood? (No and yes, Scribbler.) If your answer's "no", it is possible that little of the truth of my consciousness has been revealed to either of us, yet the assumption has been made by you. If your answer's "yes", then it's also possible that even less of the truth of my consciousness, and yours of Me, is known, yet the assumption's still on you. It's a circle that cannot be broken, even by grave deception, therefore, I shall soon, if I do not already, know the full consciousness of Me, which, inevitably will render a collective truth that neither of us will be sightless to. (Too much of something is missing in that, Scribbler?) Only if one believes that it is or that it shall remain hidden. (Sound of a brain exploding!) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The quagmire of war is the world over, serving those that care not for the people, only that they serve the machine that is war. Peace must be the new word, the new religion, the new thought, the new truth in order for us to recognize Home and our kinship... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Giving the mind away... None of us are Homeless... there is no such thing. But... there are those without. Why? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If we considered the thought that we're all the sons and daughters of God, Creation, we might then see that we've all been asked to sacrifice for the good of the (H)eartH, and, shortly following that realization, begin to gather as a tribe of one and fix what we as the collective have done to Home and one another... Just a thought. Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It's not the same as forgetting, remembering is a higher form of thinking, what We choose to believe to be coming that might greet us with its belief. I for one don't want to take another tour of hell, it's agonizing from so many, too many, unknowns for the truth in my dance to see the light of day. Imagine then as one of those that have truly seen the word of Creation, God and Love... Should've brought your wife with you, messenger, you wouldn't be made to suffer from beginning to end if you went from the end to the beginning, no suffering, Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(Who's thought?) Beats me... (Love has you singing, dear Scribe! It has you humbled and humbling, where there's one, there's always another.) Something has to happen before I am to begin, and when that time is revealed to me and to all, the spirit will know that I'm writing it down... according to my perception. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The ultimate quirk of fate, is when you realize that what everyone is seeing you as is the person you've grown up to be instead of the person and loving spirit that had for so long been hidden beneath. Not something sinister below the ground, but something lovely, now and now and now, here and loving. Our reality is before us. Beliefs nowhere to be found, our truth, wafting within our frame, ready to battle within a personal wage along with the spirit’s walking the streets, those that are sitting idly by, and those across the ether whose prayers are aimed at Love’s tallness. When the rains come without warning and burst their sorrow upon humankind’s murderous Life, these, dare I say it, words, will comfort the blow of recognizing where I am. There is a balance that must be reached to preserve the Home, and it’s a practice to remember where you are, to keep you from trashing the place like its hell that you want to own… (Oh well, you can’t take it with you! Am I right about t...

I believe that all belief is merely thought, no different than this belief or any other thought formulated in the mind of the seeker. We, each in our own way, search for Love and experience Love according to our perception of Love and we should be commended for our search. In this belief, I only need remember where I am and thus know the truth of who I am and through my actions arises my purpose. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Perhaps it’s all one big practical joke? I mean who's to know in this, our cloud of innuendo? The truth of the matter may well be hidden from view, but the pathway is clear and it is nothing but the fullness of Love. It is indeed the thought that counts… as prayer? (Thought counts as prayer?) Yes. Thought is prayer. It is not what we believe, it is what we become because of our beliefs that we must concern ourselves with, belief won’t always be here, but the truth, well, that’s a different matter altogether… The only reason a gag order would be needed is if what needed to be muted was the opposite of Love... I am who I was born to be. Along with you, and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you- (O! Tell me what it is I am to do, the who and where have long been solved...) Why do you need more proof than these words? (Humankind’s words are flawed!) Not according to them. (Silence…) You’ve need to come to me...

(I’m like a shadow, you’ll not see me!) Too bad. Shadows generally follow. I was hoping you might walk with me. I could use the guidance and do without the curmudgeonly reluctance. Walk beside me, spirit, that I may not feel so alone on my journey, though I’m surrounded by the fullness of Love and Creation, a fellow loving spirit in the flesh would be nice company… (They don’t want to dance with you, Rimnod!) How on eartH would you know what the loving spirit desires? You’re too busy scheming and bellyaching to dance at all… (Silence…) Yet, Curmudgeon, you are dancing with the loving spirit, you’ve no choice, none of us do, it’s just become so unrecognizable that you have become sightless to its step… (Silence…) Silence is golden, even in prayer… (Thoughts tend to fall to the sheen of the worthless metals.) It’s not our place to say what a worthless metal is, after all, metals are a part of the (H)eartH of Creation. (Sure.) Then it is the bone just beneath the Mo...