Confession Zero

The Earth Within The HeartH of God

2012-02-12T12:02:00.000-06:00

Hello,
I'm so glad you are here, but how is this possible? Have I been tricked, or did I enter with forgiveness missing from my grace?

I’ve climbed a mountain thrice, snakes roiling beneath my feet, and I’ve found solitude in God. I can’t tell you that Mark Richard Prime thought these things, but I can assure you that his spirit did. Rise up this time! Rise up with Love as your guide and savior, God…

Hallaluah! Rejoice! This chance, this time to find out where I was supposed to go! To go beyond the eartH, within The HeartH of God, to find yourself, then so be it. Love and God are one. One you hurt, one away. One away from truth- we’re waiting for whom? And even there, ourselves, but isn’t that what you want from me, to supersede the greatest heaven-sent belief that is possible to defeat, the old me and the new me blended together as one?

Step away from the front door, it’s not yours to hold in shame, no, not even yours, my child. You’re flirting at heaven’s door as we speak.

I couldn’t let that one go unforgotten; I had to want, before I loved. I loved. Please, forgive me. I should not have summoned God, I should have summoned my animal to know where my breath was, water, air, food, when the quickening began. My instinct is wide-awake.

Welcome. Love to you, spirits.

(I love you, older brother, in Christ’s name.) Peace, to all. Grandmother, Grandfather, Mother, Father, Sister, Brothers, Children of God…

Echo, I pray…

I will be of belief in heaven. Of this, my belief tempts me to hell through wants gateway and to heaven through needs doorway. See that they are both constructed of love, leaving one without fear, regaining instinct and you’ve want for nothing, evermore…

Love.

The want over need is the same as the want over belief.

You mean it’s turned around?

I chose my want as my belief and my belief as my want and all heaven’s breaking loose, this angered the God whose power I was under. Or did it? I love? Mission accomplished! Love. Now. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Now. Love. Love. Love. Love. Now. Love. Now Love. Now Love. Now Love. Now. This moment. Now. This moment. Now. This moment. Now. Now. Love…

Come out of the caves you’re in and heed these words! Heaven on HeartH depends on us…

HeartH

2012-02-10T18:55:00.001-06:00

Hearth, earth. Hearth, take away the “h”, Heart of God.

This is the mode of what one is left with when one believes, so I, left with but little choice, recognize it as God and Love…

They are betrothed. Lion. Felion. Male. Female. Simple. The nature of things…

I can do with it as I please, if it is of Love. Simple. The nature of things…

We raid the place like we have no obligation, we invade another spot and then another and ignore the whole, she’s gonna come calling down all around us. Simple. The nature of how it has to be.

Echo…

The birds sing now, the sky covered in gloom.

Why gloom?

Gloom is the color man has given her clouds.

What of her love?

The color of the dream flowers set loose in my prayers.

Her regret?

Tall and fetching, an unspoken truth come tumbling in.

Her suffering?

As tall, or taller, without regret’s posture.

Her beauty?

The memory we recall of an urgency leaning forward in our view.

Her magnificence as the HeartH of God! The Heart(H) of God, The (H)eartH of God.

Traffic roars a little louder now and louder still, angry faces moving toward one another. I’m doing a back flip into the path of God and learning to recognize the beginning all the way to recognizing what's beneath my feet…

Call it atonement for all the many years of indifference. Call it what you will, it is being paid as we speak. When I pray with the medicine, I am lifted to God. It needn’t be the only way, if one remembers where they are.

Yes.

This favors love over hate, love over fear, and love over war! We’re talking about evermore not, hey, what might you be doing next week, my loving eartH! God loves. Love is God. God is Love and they cannot be torn apart by human spoil, minds bent on complete and total destruction. Yet- Yet- Yet everything is going to be okay.

There is no eternity in hell. There are levels of this, this chess game on this toppling loam we call replaceable! She’s the last thing that is expendable, she is the HeartH of God…

We’re spinning the tales in our favor, the tale in our favor. I don’t know, I believe. The power we possess when we are silent creatures... Speak when it only serves God or you’ll have done more damage to the HeartH. God comes before HeartH, is the Heart, is the Earth, a trilogy. So it stands to reason that eartH is the Heart of God, the center of life, the HeartH.

Humankind and their wars are artless, vacant of human’s intended focus, keep the HeartH of God before man’s desires.

Echo…

Bless you my friend, but, no. I’m still moving my belief higher and higher!

See to your belief.

Love is not dishonest, nor is it honest. It is love…

Seems the stake’s been raised and we’re falling over and over and over and over until over has no meaning and it’s all over, but the falling…

My time here with you might be limited by our flesh and wits, but with my feet and hands in the soil, I have risen to the occasion of Love! There’s a drum needed in that, maybe a little shuffle, a ting and then bring in the song, a symphony, a little rumble, a little air, a beautiful stream of consciousness that we can all achieve if we care, all of it, searching for who we are. You.

There are too many people to reach my son, I heard in the mix of birdsong, traffic and wind and cold.

But there is reason as it means less suffering.

Yes…

Then I shall continue crafting through you, my lovely love. Mother to Grandmother to Godmother. Grandfather to Father to Animal. First came animal. Remember?

Yes…

Reach God on the path meant for who you are, not who you imagine you are. Reach God through your spirit, through your belief’s spirit, but make it all worthy of Love, of GodLove, of God of all and every thing. Man has created his own hell, at least that’s the way I see it…

Oh my God! That is beautiful. Family is most important, I’ve finally grasped a hold of this concept, sorry it took so long. All things in moderation, and always with a loving prayer and a path away from undue destruction, and family is my message. We, all of us silly human’s ever upon the HeartH of God are from the one seed. Truth…

Yes…

Then bow your head and sleep of this, your use. Rest your marching, bombing, snatching, killing, war and war and war and war and war and war and war and warring till your teeth bleed their self-righteous anger, you lose your footing, and are no more. No more... war. Love.

I hear the train a coming, it’s hell-bent on man’s neglect, she’ll roll right by us and never imagine looking back, returning us the favor for our destructive path. I mean she’ll fight fair and she’ll give you just enough to grasp your loveless fate. But not for eternity, so you can be at peace once more…

I’m here.

Echo…

Brother, you are free to roam the HeartH. God is here with you, it can be no other way.

Think, human beast, think! Have you not done enough to the planet, only to then slap it across the face because you imagine you’re set for the kingdom of God? (Not on your life, you’re set to go to the next stage...)

That reminds me of a grave filled with God’s Love. GodLove. Again and again and again until our eyes are truly open. Home. Heaven, the HeartH of God. Heart(H) of God, (H)eartH of God, the loving trilogy of Life. Home. Heaven. God. Life. Laughter. Love. Another? Time. Irrelevance. Time. Man’s idiocy, time, we’ve little on a human scale of things…

The earth crackles her glory even when the winds are cold. We have forgotten to be humble. The last of my multi-faceted belief, I am humble before all. I have been humbled beyond belief and have risen out of my shame and come forth with a message of love.

It matters not what we believe, it matters what we do. If what we do is what matters, why are we destroying the world with our actions? End your god-fouled wars and simply love for The Creator’s sake.

Remember, Love above all else, the HeartH of God. She is the wonder of the universe and look what we’re doing to her? Are we sightless animals all, can’t we see her burgeoning sorrow, hear her cry for love?

I can’t hear anything much save for the spirit that cries out for relief, I rose to the occasion, as should you. I rose to the occasion of truth, yes, my truth. But I beg you consider that it is not just mine, not just my spirit that came to dance these words, and if that were true, and it is my method, then my belief is not merely mine, but also all the spirits I’ve had the pleasure of dancing with, those I dance with from day to day, new and old mingling in harmony. It is my morning, my afternoon and my night. I couldn’t escape it if I tried. I’ve stumbled, but I’m ready now, and I should know the possibilities that may or may not come my way, I’ve been imagining them, but now it’s time to love and there is no fear in love.

Someone else already said that.

I hope so…

I’m ready.

I hope so.

I am.

You’re preaching to the choir, fool! Try preaching what you know in a way that is gentle in its approach, but leaves the hair all straight back and such like a wind’s done snapped our wits and we think ourselves divine!

No. Just prepared for anything. Remember…

I’m Coming Into Just Being, The Outside of My Belief

2012-02-09T01:55:00.003-06:00

Hello! I am so glad you’re beginning to choose what’s right instead of what is believed to be. What did he just say, was it worthy of a second thought, for that is all anyone should place upon man’s word? We must find God along our way, so stop praying for riches and fame and start praying for rain, for love to reign king of our intentions, queen of the original seed, and for God to return and spare us from ourselves. We forgot about you while searching for you. Sorry…

I’m coming into just being, the outside of my belief, the new, that framework of time I can’t seem to recall as anything but a song that didn’t keep time, but followed the spirit.

Once we were angels! Angels? Can you believe that? I do. I do believe that God is talking to me now and the things I dance with that are of you, are your spirits of love! Love is God and God is Love. GodLove, the only weapon we haven’t imagined, and if we did why did we not sing it’s instructions that all could join in forming and saving ourselves from the wrath of the eartH of God? Why do we stand for such behavior from ourselves? We should fall to our soiled knees and beg her to forgive us our transgressions of the attempted murder slash suicide of man for imagining that we new a damn thing! Who the hell are we waiting on? Rise up with me and take it all back so you can give it back to God! We’ve been searching frantically for a truth that exists in us all, a truth of The Truth, a sliver to set our mind to spinning toward forgiveness. Poison soil, dying water, choking air...

Forgiveness? Who are you to ask of forgiveness after you wasted this life and turned it into a pile of shattered glass, only to become the thing you didn’t believe.

(Yes.)

None of us have much room to speak, we’ve all given to the golden calf instead of Mother eartH. Shame is just the beginning. Shame, always and evermore, each lifetime you’d shrink instead of grow in need for much thought at all. Breathe…

Let’s wake up now and resurrect ourselves from humankind’s suicide. We’ve more to give than rape and murder and war and children soldier's of consumption, trashing the eartH like she’s nothing to say to we humans and our raging beliefs?

The defilement of God’s love, his bride, the eartH awaits our signal, she skulks in the night for any sign of man’s awareness coming back.

Cease your chatter and just listen. I’m certainly not the one to speak to on matters of silence, that's my bride’s paradise and through her love for me I get to live with the most forgiving loving angel, I call that my great fortune.

My fortune changed over night. She and the stars had me at awe. The sun and moon held me from my own self-destruction, the birds held me aloft to remember the fragrance of truth when my instinct heard her answer to me, the next one. I couldn’t remember the reply. I was failing and who’s going to listen to me, I’m just another in a long line of others as most of you already know from reading these the spirits I dance with, saw it, felt it, touched it after such a long time of forgetting who we are, angels, servants to God, to care for eartH, heaven. Isn’t it time? Time the guitar comes in with the drums and we rock this message out to all the believers! Bow down to the eartH of God, dance, love, weep and pray for GodLove…

Enough for now. Love is calling me to sleep. Peace, love and goodness, my friends...

Dance My Love. Dance With All of Creation.

2012-02-08T08:53:00.000-06:00

Dance, my Love. Dance with all of your creation as if it were a humble symphony.

Listen to her. She cries out in our darkness and begs we reconsider.

Considerate kind, won’t you take my hand and dance me across these skies, your spirit in tow, laughing with eternal joy? Dance with me. Heaven’s the greatest night and day club ever imagined. I won’t blame you for taking a good moment to collect your thoughts and pray- and then again appeared the joy. Wake your spirits to nothing but love! Wake your spirit’s to God!

Echo…

She came crying again, she left the light on for me in her mind and I’m just a disappointment. The eartH needs us now! I cannot wait any longer, I’ve waited all of my life to live this role. (Sam Shepard, the playwright and actor, wrote, “I believe in my mask. The man I made up is me.” Yes. The mask is me.)

God has smiled on me through God, the one of my creation, and I’m just getting started. Let’s begin before another breath escapes our promise…

We will repeat this lifetime toward God until we, God’s children, begin to honor the gift of life. Echo the hell out of that, echo back when you decide to look back without imagining agony, dance with love in every one’s spirit- and this used to be our instinct, not fear, but truth, not two, but one, one, two, three, four, the eartH of God is at the door.

Let’s begin before the rocket ship comes for our dreams. Say what?

It’s a song unlike another, in that it’s given away with nothing less or more than love. (Tonight meant more than anyone could have imagined to my journey.) Love is a circle. Go around it, or try to escape with your God from the very garden you claim to seek, either way, you’re where you imagine.

Wake up your Jesus! Mine’s treading water at the moment of impact. My life changed from obliviousness to obliteration, waste of my love, raging about those things with which I can’t know. It’s my curse for saying I could do it better than the last one. Yet, in truth, I’m not even sure if that’s accurate to my experiencing the things I am now or not. The only moment that counts is this one, this one, this one, love, this one, love, this one, this one, love, love, love, love, love, even when I’m no longer around, love, love, love until love reveals God.

Visions of a call for love come down, a call for God to come and save us from ourselves.

Drum come with your pattering soul, your ghost lifting out the animal in us, that we might recognize her grandeur and our grave mistake. We’ve no instinct to mention, save for fear, which leads to insane endings and add nothing to man’s notice of what’s beneath his feet. I pray we see! Heal your sightlessness, along with your hearts, and it’ll leave you in heaven, evermore…

Echo… Who wants to know what I know, the time will come and that time has come, you chose. Not me, you. You, because I believe, and if you want to see what I’m seeing you’re going to need to begin seeking the way, the truth and the God of your belief, not a religion, not anything but God and Love, all, everything that is.

God awaits our minds, not our imaginations. Set your love free that you might find God beneath your feet, in the water and in the air… Remember where you are and all else shall follow that is appropriate to your particular experience. The words tumble out and I just type, my hands in a dance with another spirit interpreting all the things I feel to their own beat and we rock this earth like its Heaven!

Oh! Our truth is nearing its irrelevance. A sadness may sweep this world, profound in its scope, and we may suffer from our fall upon our sword. She swings her defensive blade as a warning of your intrusion into Heaven, as if you were not born of her. What would you call that?

Echo…

The next line is being drawn in the mist and Mother and Father, there’s something you both need to understand, you are part of my belief, the truth of my dance with God. (I thought I was dancing with God.) I suppose I’m not drowning in useless dreams, so I should consider myself fortunate to breathe another word.

These are the spirits I’m dancing with now, funneling their love. Eternity was here, she held her children near, (as any mother should) would, was and will, despite man’s “thinking” to the contrary. The eartH will remain, it is heaven, and heaven chooses the length of our stay and what remains and what’s done and gone, all.

(A curse, or does it even matter to think on it, this bold plan, these words formed in my dance with God?)

It is not mine, this belief, it is Gods. I give it away because the dance would not be complete without you.

I set my lungs free! I roared to the sky what I always imagined of me, I’d prove a coward, forget a memory or two, and slide off the world let free, to just be, but I just set my lungs free with love! Love, bring your dance to those I touch, to family and friends, the ones of God, that we cherish the eartH as the original gift of life. It’s up to us to imagine where we want it to lead so we can begin to reap what we sow. Not next year, now. Your belief needn’t roar, it only need love, through and through, beginning to never-end.

Echo…

A single echo returns itself like it should, from the earth to the earth, let your inhibitions go and begin to echo with GodLove and prove the world is heaven…

It’s Begun, My Realization of Man and Spirit

2012-02-07T20:43:00.001-06:00

It’s begun my transformation from man to man and spirit. Yes. We are angels, of that I say without distress. We’ve got steps to take and take fast or God’s going to reset the clock…

The rumble of the drum came in under the guitar’s melody, they landed softly like the heart beat of God, the eartH of God. Disagree? Open your eyes to truth! This is the gift of a lifetime, that I now will I. I am dancing with God, Jesus, Allah, Abraham, whatever name you please, we are one. It is you that I dance with every day. I am exhausted, but I’m willingly dancing as fast as I can. This, my belief, beyond a shadow of one slither of a miniscule doubt, is real. I am resurrected, brought forth in the hands of angels and their spirited belief. We, as both, need both, before we can rise to our selves. I am under her spell, the eartH of God. Her sides hurt from our foul ownership, our lowly, sightless dance, diving recklessly beneath and above instead of praising right where we stood! Heaven!

Rejoice for it is true!

We are not heaven to go, we are heaven now! Take it to the back rooms and debate or get busy with your sovereign duty! Breathe your love! Breathe it in now! Jump up and down, scream, and imagine you’re the one stepping down.

What nerve! I never heard tell of? Taking God’s place-

I prefer to call it as I experience it. Each spirit begins again my journey through their lives and then my words change here and there, climb up now,! Love!

They, each lifetime, each time the one truth is believed, fear is unheard of and instincts come around.

Don’t let my words escape your thoughts, turn them over in your sleepwalk with God and you’ll too land in Heaven. Been there done that. Believe you me, this is about us, about life. We, the youngest part of that light, seek our reason for being, and if we find it we realize we’re beholden to the eartH above any other we might bow to.

Life passes her by like ours spits on her grave! She will rise again and you, and I, will then know…

The angels now sing from their ground in Heaven. They summon me like no other, you might say I’ve passed the tipping point long ago, and I’m floating among their spirits agreeing to dance with each one. It may have not always seemed I, Mark Richard Prime, was anything other than a loved and hated man. I am not unaware of my past transgressions, quite to the contrary, they are all too familiar to me, they are mine to dance with if you like. I am not sad, I am mesmerized…

Your spirit, the self, yourself, flesh and spirit are here with me. Join the dance that praises the mother of all angels, the earth! (And the young man full of rage finally raised his head and knew where he was going!)

Rejoice! We’ve landed in heaven! Guitar take us into the plants that make us smile, God’s medicine and fuel and tree’s breath, thrumming pace alongside our denial! Drums and tambourine lift us to the heavens, but not too far, humble us and we will never want to deny another their chance to find truth beneath their feet! Rise up angels of the eartH of God and dance…

I’m Bombarded With Spirit at the Moment

2012-02-07T01:27:00.001-06:00

The end is where we begin, our walk with God. It is the next step in our evolution of humankind from one lifetime into the next until you understand that you are to serve God, and as you tend to The Mother’s needs first, so you serve God. Everybody’s happy, leave a loving planet for the children to grow up in, and you’ve pleased God. And you’ve nothing to do after that, but love and so on, until we’ve learned lifetimes of unlearned lessons and rise to the occasion of love.

Ha! The righteous man would stand on the side of truth, would he not?

Truth? You don’t know what that means anymore. As for human animals, they’ve lost touch with where they are- we are, and instead pretended and ignored reality beneath our feet. We are not captives ladies and gentlemen, yet we’ve been acting upon this stage and our time has come.

Listen. I’m bombarded with spirit at the moment, so this may get a little strange, but I truly need your love to make this happen.

Echo, I pray…

When you fly, the grandmother tells you so. So I check myself frequently, kind of an “is he sane” or “has he lost it moment.”- wait- those are the same thing, aren’t they? Drat. The latter and former being my old self trudging along in hell, who used to pay brief visits from time to time, the one I've been battling. Revelation to me and maybe to you. A sweet revelation.

Rejoice! You are awakening! You’ve finally come around! Rejoice!

Let us conjure something different of our generation of consumption, of all the generation’s we’ve been in full-tilt hyper-speed and looking for love. Yes, and I’m not ashamed to say it, in all the wrong places. Love is where we leave it. (Were those I affected not part of my newfound belief, too? Did all of that rage, against what I should have been aware of, turn itself inside out and reemerge as love, and I’m keenly aware of this fact?)

To smile on her at your staying, instead of abandoning her once more, to dance with spirit and untangle the love being smothered by the beast that roars.

Yes.

Then have you not just answered your own question?

No. What? Now? Now? Now you give me an open-ended zinger like that and- Wait. (What?)

Look beneath you, humankind. She, and she alone is your Mother! She smothers beneath your murderous belief in your own helplessness! Your human’s for Christ’s sake, act like it! Conjure your instincts and we’ll talk of Love and talk of our helplessness. Do you imagine you’re destined for the likes of Heaven in your waning hours? Because, unless you open your eyes to the fact that you're already there and that you've shaped it into hell, you're mistaken.

We are indoctrinated to the point of complete and utter ruin of our thinking kind! The eartH means nothing to us? She beckons that we sing her a song, play her a tuneful whisper over her soil, give her the return love that the eartH needs to continue with the cycle of eternal life. See? Eternal life is what we are in. We, ladies and gentlemen, are not mere puppets dangling gingerly from God’s hand. It’s true, save for the time I recall as a child, because I’ll be quite honest with you- Can you say, run-on sentence?

I wouldn’t know! Ha! I’m a simpleton when it comes to most subjects. I wish it was the eartH that everyone should be making such a fuss over.

Not sure that last line conveyed, and by conveyed I mean, made a lick of sense. Tomorrow…

Echo…

As far as you can send it, send forth your loving energy, start with those nearest you, and then, when the exchange of love just by the weight placed upon the word sends forth the message that the demand of love is love and the demand of human love, is not, you'll know something worth dying for…

Sorry if that one tended to sting when it hit you, at least that’s what I’m typing now, tomorrow I’ll sting all over again. I’m not forgetting the important stuff, I’m just busy at the moment trying to toss out any remaining fear from my instinct and be ready instead.

Be even keeled while walking with Love. You fix your problem, not by praying, but by doing your duty. Stewards of the world I beg of you to begin your dance with Love instead of waiting beyond your stay. I beg of you spirits to bless me as I bless you, friends, brothers and sisters, cousins, angels.

Light is possible even in the deepest of caves, humankind’s having trouble deciding if they’re safe, instead they’re being told to run! Bang the drum till the fists bleed, brother! Strum your strings that my silky voiced friend might grab a hold of the spirit and smile in me, that the funny guy who always brings that much needed laughter to the forefront of any fearful thought, my words, though they spill from where I know not, spoken-

I know not who I am. That was my question, and look where it’s taken me? I mean from what I recall, it wasn’t the best year to have started college pretty much to my last day, ten years later. I don’t remember any of it really save for the bad and even that is sketchy, but the bits and pieces I recall were my moments of desperation at having felt my life being taken along a certain route. A route in hell. My hell was that which I had tumbled, yes, ladies and gentlemen, I landed in hell one cold December night when I was freshly twenty-one and being left behind. I did my best to bring all the spirits along that I could manage to dance with. I mean, let’s be honest, we seek our inner selves when we love, it is not a contest to be won, we do it out of love from love, any other way would likely prove fruitless. And as I always say, and finally it won’t sound petty, love is the best medicine. Humankind’s giving love away faster than any of them can calculate and replacing it with fear. It’s an eternity we’ve yet to fathom…

Let it soar, my brothers and sisters. I love you. Send it up into the air, let it fall where it may. Love is my walk, it’s the walk of a human animal. (It’s GodLove.) Know what serves us humans, the eartH, and in turn we serve The Mother, but not as angels- No. Not angels, too many connotations. Spirits? Yes. What of spirit? We care for her with our loving spirit as if a child.

I know, I can’t know, but belief’s a powerful tool, I applaud my brother on his righteousness in his belief and I’m overjoyed that it has found him in heaven, too!

If you long to be in heaven, create one, and fast. Do it in prayer, because prayers of goodness to all on eartH serve the eartH of which her stewards are losing their footing, they’ve nearly forgotten where they are, and, if an animal doesn’t feel good about what it’s doing to the water, soil, and air and mountains and rivers, forests and streams they do it to save their own skins. Right? Do it for the love of God.

Echo…

The spirit of what I can only call original, dances with me now. Is it God? Is it a medicine man come to tender me my notice? Tell them that I’ll have none of it unless I can speak directly to the head honcho- wait? No. That’s a script I’m working on as we speak. Speak, indeed. I have begun as I was working out the details of my approach with such news, but now it seems I’ve stumbled, or more appropriately been tripped up, not by fear, but by instinct. I have felt a pretty good dose of instinct lately without knowing it until tonight that that was what I was doing. (My instinct now is to be outside, away from all of the noise, so I could hear God breathing.) Shhh. Hush now child, not much longer now. Old lines from poems come to me from time to time, but now I’m not even sure that this is part of my newfound reality of dancing with spirits, a promise I’ve kept. Kept busy is more like it that I would. I promised to create a belief that’s made of nothing but love.

If not love, it’s over, yet, with fear as the only instinct humankind uses anymore, rather call it being aware of where you are, it’s game over.

Echo…

Set your boundaries and honor them, but do not steal from another, murder another, or take from the unwilling. The child is the spirit and breath of God. Cherish them above all else save for the eartH. Believe or don’t believe, truth is all that matters, and the only thing we can truly know is coming up with her hips set to God, her patience has waned with our use. Use your instincts, my brothers and sisters, go to the mountains, the overlooks, the rivers, the lakes, the oceans, deserts and the seas. It’s akin to a chess game.

(No! It is not!)

The best defense is a good offense. Right? Or is that the wrong way around?

(The best offense is a good defense.)

Either way works for me, kind of like the eartH of God…

© 2012 by mark richard prime

The eartH of God is Heaven, What Humankind Has Wrought

2012-02-06T12:34:00.002-06:00

So here we are, you, me, and the world. Have we fight enough left in us? Fight enough after all of our wars, all of our pent up guilt turned rage with truly no outlet, save for deeds? Get off of your sorrowful knees and begin this journey beside me, do not follow. Pray when you’ve need… think the same, until the eartH is made heavenly again. Humankind has but one task at hand- to begin their duty, to begin to heal The Mother, return her to God the Father, lead the way out of the darkness we ourselves have created.

The have I’s, for me, have been asked and answered, too many times to recall, yet here I am summoning all the Love I can give away, all the laughter I can cull, trying to churn it into joy. You too can create joy. You can do what your mind truly believes. What you can’t do is wait…

Echo…

What humankind has wrought is hell, what God demands is Heaven…

Echo…

Did the echo return to you in favor (if you’d only love to offer in your belief)? What hell would you wrought if it were left to your beliefs, your eternity of bliss and agony while standing upon Heaven, God’s most sacred soil?

Have we completely lost our minds? Rhetorical.

Echo…

I pray you walk beside me in my love of the eartH of God…

Begin Again, Oh Warriors of Peace And I Will Follow, Even Lead From Time to Time

2012-02-05T01:53:00.000-06:00

Begin again, oh warriors of peace! Recall your efforts that speak of fear and wrath and vengeance and other beautifully written stories, save for the aforementioned. It is God that we spoil when we spoil the eartH. God is all. God is that great unknown and until we find ourselves, we can’t make our way and begin to remember who, what and where we are…

Humankind’s use has ceased to have meaning. You are fouled, all, your beliefs are getting in the way of God, beneath your feet! Rise up and replenish this earth, this sky, this water and give it back to the eartH of God…

Can you imagine if you will the pace coming forth in this message in a song, in the wind and rain and cold and hot in Heaven. Bow to what you know, not to what you imagine! This eartH of God is most vital to God’s survival, we are secondary. Aren’t you? I believe you are and I know I am. Here’s the rub, I am in heaven as we speak, so this song’s singing praise to God for having delivered to my query, whatever it was, that I asked, that I was born again.

Echo…

Oh to heaven with all of this debauchery and indifference! Let us bow to God? Bow to whatever you choose to call it, make it of love and only love so help you, God. Comma placement, who’s to know?

I am growing in God. I’m becoming the thing I never believed…

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Oh my God! I just realized again where I am! Instinct’s a wonderful thing…

I was too caught up in where my belief was taking me. I was just getting in the way of who I am, who we all are. We’re all the sons and daughters of God. We live on eartH, the Heart of God and we are committing our gravest sin. She is our Mother, the eartH of God, Love, nothing more and nothing less, GodLove.

Clean up your mess! Fail to begin and eartH will bring you to your knees with grave lament! Where did you imagine you were? Hell?

God is Love.

Echo…

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Dear family of God, do you want to hear me say these words?

Shhh… Hush, child.

The willow rustles her sleeves and I’m reminded of my Grandmother, eyes that sparkled of dark jewels with a story to tell, if only I had remembered the order of her words. I think I’ve had the letters all turned backwards. She told us all the same life’s mystery story, but I suppose I heard it quite another way, I didn’t recall her ever having mentioned hell… So my story now unfolds before you, Grandma’s story, my brother and sister, and it’s all real and happening now.

Thank you.

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No!

Yes! We desecrate God with every drop of our waste that’s found its way into the water, the soil and the air. No more!

Walk in goodness my dear children.

Thank you…

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Who am I to question anything or anyone on this eartH, save for fear and all this monster entails, I am ready to make my stand! I am ready to bring Love forth to your weary eyes, oh God be with me, I’m under the influence of God, Father, mother, wed for eternity. We’ve fouled the very image of forever as if it is a calculation to us lower beasts going to battle for things that are not yours to take! And what of the burden we’ve laid at the foot of the bed, the one we’ve become to the eartH of God?

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Where have I been? Where the hell have I been? I try to recall my childhood, words that were spoken, unspoken- the unspoken words are what’s known as an instinct. Mine are on fire with truth. Go! Leave me to my-

Oh! Stop being so dramatic would you? They might listen to you more if you would just be while you’re around them, these angels on earth, Just be.

Yes…

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Remember who you are?

I am me.

Remember what you are?

I am a steward of God.

Remember where you are?

Heaven, Mother, her children of God. Father, Mother, Child. The loving union of a trilogy…

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There must be more to the mystery than what’s beneath our feet?

Aren’t we beginning to see the fruits of our labor in the dust and snow and ice and population growth? It’s okay, all is not lost as they say. Treat the earth as she has never asked for rent or utilities and she always paid her rent on time! The sublime mixed with the morose isn’t the best way to approach the subject of God.

God is not subtle. You should then be able to see God. Begin with what’s beneath your feet, the eartH of God- with the one thing that you know. Rise up and be heard! There is a distance in your truth with that of your belief. They are not one in the same. They are Mother and Father, eartH and God and the children of God, Life itself! we are most varying in actions and thoughts and beliefs, but we are all, bar none, the children of God. And God found it best suited for his needs that I not recall much of anything, but that I scribe this towering belief. (The sun gets little say.)

Tunnel forth bright Love! Come ashore that your affections might guide humankind forth from out of the sheen of Greed and into the Love that is The Creator. Creation. Love. God. Man Woman Child.

Echo…

Hello?

I’m in Heaven and Everyone’s Spirit is Affecting My Journey.

2012-02-04T14:19:00.000-06:00

I’m in Heaven and everyone’s spirit is effecting my journey.

Those of you that sense the idea that something’s not right, remember, you’re an animal, and instinct is older than word.

Don’t you see, my friends?

This is the greatest recollection I’ve had since The Grandmother told me what for and landed me in Heaven to speak what I believe. Remember it until it becomes second nature, the moment of instinct…

This mystery that I’ve been unaware of, but not thee, has me captivated.

Belief is what we’re left with when we busy ourselves in serving The Mother first, and then the Father. God did it, The Mother suffers it, and we…?

(Silence)

The magic comes when the spirit of another I’m dancing with, dances in turn. Thank you, God. Thank you Mother. They are wed! We literally are their children! Don’t you see, brother (and sister)? I’m ready to die for my belief that our home, the eartH, is Heaven.

(Silence)

God is my friend.

God is...

Love, Love must be throughout our “time” here in Heaven, all belief must, must be of nothing but love. (I have yet to rid all of my fears and I will have brought my belief forth, what I remember, what I don’t, now falling out of my mouth like gallons of living spirit breathing through me!) Giving my mind away is my anecdote for any wrong I may have caused another and for any spirit that I may have harmed of another, I’m sorry. I was dancing in Heaven, on one level, on the way to my belief, when I should have been in Heaven as it is on eartH! On eartH as it is in Heaven.

The eartH, our home and our Oldest of Mothers is suffering more than we care to imagine… Stop and listen! Go out into the night sky and watch the stars, more than your television or any other glass screen staring up at you without love, look up and be blessed by God looking back at you. Recognize God’s eartH. Get rid of your phones, nothing but sound. The breath of God breathing with you, the eartH beat of God, the one you already call home, yet find yourself in desperate need of God’s Love, let us hope we opens our eyes.

The eartH of God is the “planet” we’re on. Humankind just gave it a name to satisfy their lack of imagination…

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You’ve got to be kidding me?

But you’re God and I can’t think of one thing incriminating, save for humankind and their foul use of the eartH. I don’t know why they’ll not cease their suicide?

Greed?

Indeed.

I am the scribe of man’s war. “The greatest foe was himself and his imagination that never fathomed God, and certainly never expected Mother to arrive in Father’s stead, they’re one in the same, everything is God and God is Love.

Have you no shame? Look at her, you cowards of men and women and children of God, ruling over Heaven, the eartH of The Creator, like its disposable. You never knew a thing of God in the flesh or in the spirit. You’ve been dumping waste within the eartH’s soil at a rate that far outpaces the need for humankind. It should have been our mission to keep our waste from destroying the precious soil, the precious air you’ve strangled by the same greed. Give back to Mother eartH, replenish her with yourself, but do not poison the precious soil, air and water along the way.

We, all of us here in Heaven, should be rejoicing! The test is whether or not we’re ready to face what we’ve done in our lives that have done anything to harm the eartH intentionally? Your answer, if it is “no”, rings hollow, humans collective beliefs are suicide, little room for truth. Our rigid belief’s making us delirious, ruining us, set to repeat ourselves again… and again and again.

Our Selves, who we are, not just in this lifetime, but the next and the next, are trying to figure out who they are. The painful journey within that seeks our original selves, stewards, angels of Heaven, might be wingless, but with the highest of aspirations.

Once you believe you need not worry of human “time”, one level or the other, Heaven or Hell, one can’t have both, one must create heaven from within in order to know God and project that out to the hungry world.

God has better things to concern himself with than the self-destruction of humankind. What of the eartH of God? This is to be said after the recognition is taking hold. Pray it goes far enough to end all wars! Reap what you sow with love.

Isn’t it time to go forth with truth in your hearts, not embedded in man’s stories! Each story speaks of forgiveness and love in their own worldview, like the world’s dim vision of things found in humankind. You should have used your instinct more and your belief less, instinct might be all we’ve left if we don’t begin our dance with the eartH.

There are many who may think it a free for all world, but that’s the world of mankind’s making, of humankind’s foul use of her. Then you will bow to what you know instead of what you believe because they too are Love. Man’s purpose is to be stewards to Heaven. Make it so and you will walk on the ground of heaven. A heaven, worthy of peace, that we’ve yet to mold out of stars. War is evil. (Water is sacred.) And no, this isn’t some recent phenomenon, (soil is divine, rich and plenty for humankind. Thoughts of love lose to their belief, which is private, see, we’ve got it backwards, thoughts are belief and beliefs are humankind’s expressions of the answer they can’t possibly know, because they have forgotten what Truth is! It needn’t ever have been heard to comprehend its power. It is God. It’s actually quite old. Endless ages…

Our decline has been steady and sure for quite some time and I’m ready to speak my peace. First, I assure you that everything in the end is going to be okay, we are but infants in our progression toward GodLove. Heaven…

Assemble the armies of peace! Bring forth your love! Do not leave anyone behind; this is the day of days! Rise up and be counted! Stand for truth, not your belief in something that has humankind destroying home because they don’t “know” where they belong.

The Creator goes unrecognized beneath your feet. Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the world! Clean up this mess you’ve made of Heaven! I know it’s a lot to imagine, but I’ve faith it comes from goodness. It is Godly and human and animal and flower and rivers and seas and mountains and valleys and oceans, and the wind and the sun and all of nature, these, these things we can bring forth are the only things we can know are good for our animal.

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Let me have them again, I will come at them without fear, but with full Love. You are my brothers and sisters and fear has no place in Love and I’ve spent my last at least that is my prayer.

I am Anonymous.

I am.

I.

Anonymous.

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How busy you must have been getting inside my head. Sorry I’m late, God. (Echo) It was quite a wall I had to dig through to get to you. Now what?

Believe in God. Believe in the eartH of God and all of Life, it is God. It is pure, it is sacred, and it’s GodLove. It is God & Love, the perfect beginning and end, a circle, a starting and stopping point. The place we should have cherished and never strayed from...

Then I must speak what I believe, for it is all that remains of my former self. My mind, I’ve been giving away, it helps that I really don’t know anything to say that’s worth my attempted murder of the eartH. Man’s toxins are bringing the eartH of God to fade, and when the heart fades, belief becomes a loveless harvest without God.

Let us reconcile with God and usher in peace, joy, and laughter. Heaven is ours, of our shaping, not of our taking. Use your minds for Love and Love will reward you. Love is God and God is Love and humankind’s a minuscule sliver of lovelessness for how they’ve cared for the eartH of God. Oh, God! Protect humankind from their own ignorance- truth escapes them, even as she writhes beneath their degradation to the eartH of God. They know not of the power beneath their feet. Do not test her further, unless you’re fully prepared to meet your maker.

Tick tock…Echo…

Be in your belief and Love, Live and Laugh, but serve the eartH…

Tick tock…Echo…

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Sorry! I was looking for the door in?

You mean the one you came through?

Yes. Just now as a matter of fact!

You don’t say?

Touché!

~

Lively is the wind on its way across my soul delivering messages of love around the globe and returning that love to the eartH. (You are to be a servant to Heaven, the eartH of God, all, evermore, eternal life soars, who?) Where was I? Something about loving all and everything… Honor what you eat with prayer, and, the most precious of life’s nectar, her water, the liquid of God’s laughter and Love’s tears, must be held most sacred.

Human’s capacity to Love is greater than their capacity to hate. Honor one another as complete equals. Your duty to God is evermore. Remember, it is a privilege to realize you’re in Heaven. Begin to trust that which the soil naturally yields, the medicines of humankind and trust your instincts. Life sentence, life after life after life until you get it right, until you honor what you know over what you don’t. Use your instincts more, they trump belief, and will prove far more useful. Love’s made easy when the eartH remains the same way we found her, divine, Mother of life, eartH of God.

Echo…

When Shall Your Heart be Glad?

2012-02-02T20:15:00.001-06:00

God is with me.

As for me, if I don’t answer, I’m likely busy creating a belief that is worthy of Heaven.

Smile.

~

Live, Laugh, Love, the only trilogy worth dying for.

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The eartH of God, when will you begin to mumble your ache? When will you heal of our use? Dear God, when shall your heart be glad, when we’ve commenced humankind’s full love?

The eartH beckons, God demands, we do.

~

Everyone speak of love!

Wherever you are, speak of love!

We need urgently attend to our duty. She writhes under our agony, she is Heaven, not hell.

Meet God.

~

Echo, again and again and again, until Heaven is returned to God…

IT’S TIME

2012-02-02T02:06:00.000-06:00

Remember this memory; birth?

Remember it all! Every love offered, every peace made, every promise kept, every helping hand, every loving gaze, every beautiful silence. Oh! The silence she’s been waiting! (Silence.) rang the alarm. Time? There’s no such thing. It’s irrelevant to everything. Humankind has seen to that. There is a tipping point and we’ve snapped the cable and we’re free falling in space like a shooting star, without eyes, what, oh what do they see but the eartH of God. Bow before your beholden to please God. Bow to the heart of God’s love, the eartH. If I am missing something, I suppose then I might ask God a question for me, but I prefer to find God on my own walk not that of everyone else’s. I will rise above the fray to bow before my brothers and sisters and offer them my love! I will love them as it should be, as equals through and through, we are to serve the earth, instead we’re strangling her shores with toxins we dumped in her waters, boiling air, smog lifting its talons to God, great heaps of jangling metal frames- In honor of what exactly? Humankind and only humankind? Man’s is dense! Man is so dense that he believes over knowing, a sad creature devised the fate to which humankind so blissfully dance! What are you rejoicing for? Tell me preachers, have you the key? Have you truly the key you imagined? Might the key be nowhere near your truth, perhaps it wallows in its own agony, it’s hell burned out of Heaven…

Side prayer: (Thank you, brother. You needn’t have in my stead, but I’ll see you soon because I’ll be right there with you…)

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I cry when I dance with a soul that’s truly alive, because there have been great sufferings and for each suffering spilled forth a fear, and so on. Where were we going? Why didn’t we remember sooner who we were? (Why not stain the sky and sea with too many mixtures, that the brain shuts off empathy.) Where were we going? Where are we about to go that affect the promise of heaven?

Hear the bells of Truth ringing nearer to thee?

What?

I don’t know, I only believe!

The clang of a tired bell in the distance brought me back a moment in time and here we are again.

(What?)

The clang of a tired bell in the distance brought me back a moment in time and here we are again.

(Sorry I can’t take your call tonight, I’m probably busy creating a belief that’s worthy of Heaven. Please leave a message of love and hope after the tone and I’ll do the favor in kind.)

Silence.

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The eartH is hurting, she’s calling out to God to give her children one last chance to serve her before God sends down his wrath to take back Heaven from a bunch of no good thieves running about like zombies. God the Father God the Mother. One. All.

Pray for Love to come surging ahead of fear, to relinquish itself of the parasite of thought…

Pray I’m delivered safely into my belief evermore, so help me, God.

___

Room for one more, climb aboard, and buckle up, because this is going to be a doozy!

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love…

Commencing Our GodLove Stage

2012-02-01T16:16:00.000-06:00

Are you not afraid?

No.

You should be.

Why?

(Silence.)

No.

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Begin again. Let Love be in your walk, in your action, in your rejoicing at your great fortune to have been born in Heaven. Rejoice that man has purpose! Rejoice that humankind has at long last opened their eyes to who, what, and where they are!

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Have I not sufficiently inquired about my purpose or is this finally beginning to make sense, this life, this life that I cannot recall with any certainty?

Perhaps we’ve gotten lost, somehow, in this story of redemption, and can’t realize that we’re guilty of the attempted murder of the eartH of God, but we are merely the end result of a long and malignant humanity…

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I could remain in heaven until God composes it otherwise, my Love.

What?

Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud. You?

Nothing.

Same here- Stop!

It is a loop, this dream I’m in. I’m remembering things that were not mine to remember, things that only Love could have drawn, like mountains and streams and water and air and wildlife and dreams and humankind. We are but just beginning in our progression to God. We are but commencing our GodLove stage, yet when we bend upon the ground in prayer for Heaven, we dare to call her slave! She is Heaven and He is God. Imagine now your fears lifted, your aches taken away, your sorrow fading to the rising breath of the loving earth, the life giver, the most precious part of everything. God the Father, Love the Mother, masculine, feminine, human flesh and sacred spirit, GodLove.

Echo…

That is All of Your Love That’s Finally Risen

2012-02-01T13:47:00.001-06:00

Tell them what you may, speak your spirit-filled mind. Your thinking (Self) and spirit (Love) have become one with God.

The realization of God. That God is everything. All of my Love’s finally risen. I cannot escape, we’re all actors on God’s grand stage. Feel God breathing now and you will have begun your incredible journey.

(Of course I want to stay here! Heaven is to my liking, but I live in the real-)

The real world? It is heaven! There’s nothing real about it. It just is. You are in heaven and you've become a parasite to the eartH.

Your mind is getting in the way of God.

Echo…

God Deserves Better

2012-01-31T14:21:00.001-06:00

I am in need of sleep, chimes the odd sound through the speakers. A droning dream summons me.

I have just been informed that I am challenging God, yet I’m not. I’m being challenged by God. He and I are brothers. I love God. I’ve God’s Love. Love encompasses his every step. Love is traced from his lips up to his eyes. Love. God. Love. The only trifecta ever imagined by Creation. It is we who have failed God. God’s been more patient than was called for. He’s exhausted of the misuse of his Love. His eartH is ready for our return to her care. Do not tarry long in your glee at heaven, you’ve plenty of time to celebrate after you’ve loved her. We’re unable to imagine our fate. We can only believe in what our feeble minds entertain for us, war, hatred, death, rape, useless work.

God deserves better.

~

How dare you imagine you’ve the right to contradict God?

I don’t. I thought I was speaking in God’s honor. (I can think of no greater teacher than Love...)

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Do not look at me with envy, look at her with love. She is The Mother, Love, the Heart of God. Open your eyes brothers and sisters! God waits for our senses to come around to his eartH. For his creation to recall The Mother, she sags of our misuse, dear children. She calls to us beneath her loam, calls to us with her urgent sway, begging that we take Heaven’s hand and dance for evermore. Recall your beginning. Recall your birth through perfection. Remember your promises to any human and you serve God.

Love is God. God is Love. The perfect union, life at its finest. The perfection of God’s perfectly flawed creation. Man’s definition of perfection is not the creation of it. Brother, you are freed of your bond, save for the one we all have with each other.

(Why has no one found it important enough to inform me of what I was supposed to be in this play, besides the comic relief?)

Either way, the curtain was nearly down, until the mask we painted on Love fell all over itself with grave sorrow. You entered in full on pratfall mode and thus ended the cello’s run…

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Next!

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What?

~

Next time, God will be wearing Love over his eyes and he’ll willfully step off and fall into her arms evermore, giving birth to God, The Grandmother and The Grandfather locked in an eternal embrace, their son and his lovely bride, heirs to the throne.

Pray you remember both, Love and God.

I pray God allow me to always recall my belief in truth. Without truth, belief is nothing more than entertainment…

Touché my love!

2012-01-31T03:07:00.000-06:00

Touché my love! Whisper to me lovely willow that I might glimpse your reason?

To shelter, my dear boy. To shelter.

Whisper to me lovely sky that I might breathe your reason?

To drape you in life, dear one. To drape you in life.

Whisper to me dear wife that I might steal a glimpse of the lovely spirit I’ve danced with the most in my journey? I know you chose it not, my Love, but, in order for any of it to be seen as heaven, we must remain an unbreakable bond, evermore… Our Love has, can and will rise above anything, anything but Love. Love’s the ceiling, and then beyond.

Where are you?

Waiting.

Then shouldn’t you be running along now with clean lungs as you’re trying to save the earth? There’s gonna come a time when being seven feet tall’s not gonna find your nose above water.

What?

You’re the smart one, remember?

Touche!

~

Yes. I remember the spirit that rises up and if I could strangle off a bit more of the beast that holds it down, I’d be soaring!

Let go!

I can’t. I’m being held by spirits that don’t need me, many that don’t want me and a few that are overjoyed that someone is having an influence on Love. I’m here to- Have I lost my mind?

Yes, my love. It was getting in your way.

Touché!

~

Oh… I caught up with you!

Yes! Love is a splendid thing! A better writer than I, and one that long ago, in another lifetime, recalled our promise kept. Shall we?

~

Hello, goodbye so easily off the tongue that man can’t sense he’s fallen?

Where on eartH have you been? I expected you-

Hush. Hush and listen. You know what you have to do, so do it. It’s what you say you believe beyond a shadow of any doubt, so why aren’t you telling more people about it?

I’m working out the coming out party.

Hush. Everything’s going to be okay, child. You know what you have to do, so do it.

I’m waiting on a sign.

What would you call this?

~

Touché!

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For the love of creation! I’m many! (Silence. Willow. Wind. And not necessarily in that order.)

I have to say it.

I have to speak, and in that, rests our most ambitious undertaking ever known. Rise up, brothers and sisters! Let me know you are there and I will tell you my story. I will offer it up to Love, I said of my belief.

Silence.

And then a bell ringing interrupted the need to think to myself, of which I’ve need of a great deal more. (If you want to hear more of what I have to say please drop me a note, or just visit again. Bless you.)

I need to speak.

Yes.

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Isn’t this a form of speech?

Yes. But I need to be heard out, at least.

Timing.

Yes. I Love, and the timing was way off with that one- Oh! I’m the next one to give God a much needed rest!

I suppose that could mean you were greedy, or a tad overdramatic.

Or God.

Touché!

~

What?

~

Sweet vibration, meditation, melancholy train coming around the mind, sing us a song for Love that we might tarry not to your side, that we might see our grave abuse of your unrivaled beauty as our gravest sin. A song for Love.

Which one?

There is but one. Love needn't have a song to place her memories in to call it God. Love is God and God is Love, now do you hear the bells ringing?

Oh God! I choose Love! She’s risen up inside me like a Grandmother, like the God I saw in her. The one that wasn’t loud in their belief. The dear woman that heard my silly tales of woe and she’d laugh- My memory of her peers in on me, like an owl roosting in the barn on the ground of Heaven.

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These words chose me, I just asked a loaded question of the Grandmother and she obliged. I trace my steps too slowly, I’m sorry. I am here. The spirits dancing inside of me needed my attention. I’ve danced my way into playing catch-up with belief. The eartH is Heaven. Believe that and you’re moments from a beautiful memory of your having arrived home. Your journey must remain true to the self, your base animal. You’re thinking is too fast. Let it all go. End your wars, your hunger, your injustices, your pillaging of the eartH, your murder and rape and ridicule of another. Your loveless governments, your homeless homes, vacant of any Love, your endless thoughts and none near enough to God...

God, end it! End it that we might no more suffer, allow us our rest from war, bring us soaring away from battle! Let us come ceasing our battle for you, dearest God!

Your suffering is yours to change, as is your Love, The Mother…

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How does the spirit sing from only one line?

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Tear drops from gladness, sprinkling their banter down around me like the instinctual sense you’ve arrived home…

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I don’t know.

Their spirit, my friend, is a cacophony of Love. One.

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…Beautiful.

Yes.

~

This is crazy, too much to confess…

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What’s happened to my journey. I’m too old to fight with fists, besides I can’t, nor do I have the desire to hurt anymore than I already do, so I chose the only thing I had, words. Love was obviously here, as was God Love- the name that should reveal The Creator to all of us. The eartH deserves our attention. Now, God Love. Now.

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God, I am sorry. Please forgive me… I love my brother. I’m just a tad bit slow to the truth of which I’ve not always favored. I am withdrawing any challenge to your Love.

Blah blah blah blah blah! Stop imagining and remember, you’re beholden awaits.

Motion creates a loving salute to God, not flags or country or state or another man, woman or child, but to God, flesh and spirit, the eartH…

God Love...

Two Moons Through My Eyes Do See Truth. Love is The Creator. Begin…

2012-01-30T18:51:00.002-06:00

Love is The Creator. The Creator is Love.

(I pray you release these, my words, to the world, they’re not mine or yours, they’re Love’s.)

Two moons through my eyes do see, one left, one right, both a different half of me. Love is wave and Love is particle, both sides of life. One searches for the place that humankind belongs, the other, recognizes the eartH as the bride of Love, the heart of Creation. We must always walk with Love, without knowing, but believing. (Believe in Truth. Trust in Love.)

Love’s duality is that humans are able to survive, able to discern from that which humankind knows, but has forgotten, from that which humankind cannot know, yet imagines.

Love as Love loves. Love complete, dancing with passion for the heart of life whose Love we’re trying to destroy. (Heaven help us…)

Once we begin to show both sides in a loving dance that is Love, we’ll have begun to please The Creator. Won’t you join me in this dance? Won’t you listen to my song? I promise you will Love if I’ve any influence over the outcome of my newfound belief.

End…

(The end is not humankind’s to know or decide… it is Love’s.)

The balloon floats above the moon. It seems to go on forever. It never ends, this dance with who we are and the eartH and eternal life, the heart of Love. Earth is Heaven as we make it.

Rejoice! You’ve still time! You’ve still a breath before this Loveless life comes crashing down all around you! (She has been summoned by Creation to put her children down; they’ve worn out their use…)

Begin…

These spirits dancing now are raucous. They’re jostling me to write! There’s little time for thinking! Action, my brothers and sisters, is all that will summon Love to our aid. She awaits our consciousness, our goodness to come dancing forth, bringing us to the truth of which we’d rather not speak, the truth of who we might be.

I thought I knew. I might be who I am, yet this is The Creator, this is Love speaking in my dreams, in my waking thoughts, in my every pore, every tree, every ocean, every living and breathing thing, mountain, water, soil, sand, forest, animal, sky and always remembering that everything is Love’s creation, even that which I cannot know!

Begin…

I am the next one. I am the one I’ve been searching for! Now that I have found me (I am me), where I was born, innocent, and in Heaven.

I am ready.

Yes. I am most guilty in the flesh, of that I do not want you to doubt, but I asked Love into my heart and have been forgiven of all of my sins and now beg of you to listen…

I am here pleading that you heed Love’s call, heed these words, heed your instinct.

(Oh! This is incredible!)

I’ve been summoned by The Creator to release Love’s anguish. Daring, having been so bold as to agree and give The Creator a much needed rest from humankind’s weariness by creating a belief from out of all of the spirit I dance with that will soar with only Love.

I am with The Creator, yet beholden to (eartH) the Heart of Love, Heaven. Join me. Love will be overjoyed that you’ve healed your spiritual blindness. Walk and sing, breathe and dance and laughter from your lips at the wonder of Love, gladness in your heart for everyone and everything. Any who imagine otherwise are imagining another story. This story is now unfolding before me. The surprise is on all of us. You are stunned and I am elated at being in Heaven, both, equally shocking…

Begin…

(I pray you release these, my words to the world, they’re not mine or yours, they’re Love’s.)

The duality of man… If The Creator told you that they were tired, he’d have a reason for telling such an unimaginable thing, wouldn’t he?

My answer was, yes. Is, yes.

Begin…

Oh! How can it be that I’m the only one that’s sightless to who I’ve become?

Begin…

(I pray you grant me my belief, dear Love.)

I pray you grant everyone their animal, that they may see their duty as stewards of Heaven (ping), The Creator is therefore you and me, everything, Love. All that man’s greedy brain has wrought is hell on eartH. All we needed have done was care for and cherish the eartH, for it is Heaven.

Oh children of Love! I am being called! I am summoning you to dance with your spirits all, to love you, my brothers and sisters, my family, whom I’ve loved a lifetime of forty-eight years and who’ve loved, even the least in me, fear, that which I could not speak for the weight I’d piled upon the spirit of Love.

Dear brother, you are forgiven my friend, my blood, my kin, my kind.

Love is yours to fold over the belief in your beholden, the eartH, held as most sacred, as divine. We have lost our instinct, left it to the medicine man who remembered the lessons of where they were blessed to be. My friends, we are most certainly ready to live life in Love. We’ve written it, dreamed it, prayed for it, even plotted against it and look where we are? Hell in Heaven. We’re sucking her dry of life! Release Love before The Creator speaks our minds and we suffer absent of Love lifetime, after lifetime, after lifetime. The time has come for us to do Love’s duty. Clean her shores, her oceans, her forests, her rivers, her streams, her air, her soil, her grief and humankind’s dreams!

(I pray you grant me my belief, dear Love.)

Begin…

Do we imagine ourselves as having needed better vision to have been born where we are and having recognized it as Heaven? The eartH is our beholden, my dear friends all, my family, kith and kin, my brother’s and sisters of Creation, Love, stewards, angels, Heaven. Love them all and watch Heaven’s sun rise on your home, on a warless eartH, a loving stewardship on a hungerless and thirstless planet. We can do better than separation, we can love. Love beckons you to your better self.

My brothers and my sisters, forgive me for our misunderstanding, I forgive you for not seeing that I was serious about Love. I am Love. We are Love. I am a human, and I am like all humankind in that I am able to create something greater than the flesh. I can choose, as can you, where I am, Heaven or hell.

The Creator has summoned my belief from out of the mist after far too long, buried beneath self-pity and a sudden belief, and then it climbed to the height of now (buried deep inside of me), a new height to Love.

I have spoken to The Creator. He is of flesh and bone, we chose our pitiable beliefs over the magnificence of Love, my brother, my father, my sister, my mother, my grandmother, my wife, my daughters, my grandson, my flesh, my blood, Love’s union, the eartH and the sky, The Creator’s marriage and his bride, you and you and you and all. Love. Love conquers all, Love, not war or violence or pride, but Love. Love is Creation, Creation is Love. I have chosen Love.

Begin…

Man’s fears put upon Love have proved too heavy. Love’s having trouble breathing, careful she doesn’t crack us open. Careful that you think The Creator imagines any bloodshed and suffering before Love has her will. We’re all a part of Creation and a part of Love, despite our best efforts to separate and divide them. Love is Creation and Creation is Love. Where did you think you were?

Over and over until this joy becomes my breath, until this belief resonates of Love, of Truth. It is Love, The Creator’s beholden.

Begin…

My instinct tells me that Love is enough to live and breathe. It is the kingdom of Love that breathes her breath into our lungs and calls down to us of Love that we might begin to open our eyes to Love.

Love conquered all. It wrestled The Creator to the floor of Heaven and proved him exhausted of the suffering found in man’s foul use. He asked if I would summon his children with a warless drum and I accepted the challenge. Peace waits on Love, on humankind to release her from their grasp!

It is not what you believe, it is what you know.

When it comes to your family friends, love them all as equals.

Love all and the eartH, in the eyes of your duty.

Begin…

Violence is the mind-killer, it is Love that will shut us down and bring us to the edge of madness to save herself from such destruction.

(There is no battle in me Sun Tzu. There is no violence in me, my friend, there is only Love.)

Surely Love has grown from The Creator as Creation moved space and time, Love flourished in Creation’s rich design, so why couldn’t Love have grown along with what The Creator imagined of it? Love grows into the child, thus filling The Creator, yet, if The Creator is nothing but Love, then Love’s been growing exponentially out of The Creator and causing Creation to grow from everything into a limitless Love…

If human thoughts mean anything at all I pray to The Creator that they’re stewards of Love. I pray for a warless dance and the loving imagination of humankind.

Yes or no? Love or fear? Now or never? Then or now?

Move to Love’s beginning and feel the rhythm of your heart. You get love and Heaven if you choose them. I have.

Begin…

I pray to The Creator my belief is allowed to pass through man’s web, that man brings forth Love with full renunciation of violence of any kind against his fellow brothers and sisters for any reason, against any part of life, allowing his belief to wreck the one thing that we can possibly begin to know. Love and respect the heart of Love. Reap the Heart’s medicines, eartH’s remedy. Humble thyself before the eartH, Love. Humankind’s remedy? Love. Love will heal humankind, and humankind, with Love, will heal their abuse of Heaven. (Home is where the eartH is.)

Begin…

The Love I’ve For You is Much Taller Than I Can Climb

2012-01-28T13:47:00.001-06:00

The spirit from me to you is larger than life.

The man said thrice, but failed to listen for the answer.

Love.

~

The willow sounds grouchy tonight, might be in for a bit of a tussle. God help us all.

Where are you going?

Where I’ve been going.

~

When we began we were love, full love, the kind of love that hurts so bad it makes you look small next to the one that always gives and asks for nothing in return, but that I love. The love I’ve for you is much taller than I can climb, it’s the struggle of bringing belief forth because you think it needs to be heard. You're my angel on earth. Truth. God calls to me beyond imaginations that forgot they were in heaven. Tall order that, so let’s get busy before tumble down’s the sky…

Laughter. Smiles. Hugs. Tears. And Love. I drew a blank after love, its odd when you realize you’re in heaven, and the way you've grown accustomed to asking questions from your limited knowledge of the universe, you realized the world is magical, and much too forgiving. It is eternal heaven, bow...

Shhh… Don’t cry my love. The days are numbered only because man chose not to say what we should have said. We are becoming, superfluous, a second thought, a quick glance- the idea that I know anything is absurd. Of course, I don’t know anything, I just believe. How's that any different than the spirit’s you danced with to usher in yours? I come in peace. I’m glad you’re reading. Glad you’re thinking. Glad. Gladness. God.

If you’re glad you know where you are- Do you know where you are? Are you not the stars, the mountains, rivers and seas, are you not the laughter? Your laughter can caress these shores and we can begin to resurrect heaven…

I can’t keep doing this. Someday soon I’ll be-

What do you imagine that it is that has happened? Forgotten that humankind doesn't understand how they could be imagining hell wrestling heaven from her sorrowful grasp. Choices, choices…

And there it began, I’m in heaven. Oh! I am glad beyond anything I’ve ever known! I’m finally using my mouth for something worth speaking. The buzz of love has a piano in its soul, electric love, shocking our hearts back to who we’ve always been, love. My friend, I am your brother…

Why does everything make perfect sense from beneath my fingers these spirit keys tapping their message for anyone and all to read. I give my mind away to those that are willing to risk it all for love? Come! It is time to be who we are, angels, stewards of her shores, her oceans and her soil, her mountains, rivers and streams, let us rise up and get busy loving all and the earth, God and heaven. Amen. If we’ll but do that, all is forgiven…

Your spirit is noted my dear friend. Bless you and your lovely wife. Easy as one, two, three when you’ve danced with the spirit of God.

~

I maneuver around it all now. My mind comes back to me, but not to who I thought I was, I was a man who had no belief, an angel and you my God.

What’s going on?

You know. Remember how it feels…

I know who I am. I am the next one, and why would I not carry that proudly and loved God as it was intended? The earth is our beholden ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for reading my words, but they must be let fly! Let them soar to love with feet beholden to the soil. These words can no more their own come forth than they can be coaxed by king and queen to reveal their love for fear of death. There should be no fear in death. Everything is going to be okay. God is love. Love is God. There’s nothing to be afraid of. God has never left you, my child. God is here, everywhere. Evermore…

~

The experiment went out the window. We’re left with tough choices, believe we know or begin to seriously look at the earth, the heart of God, heaven, the darkness cloaking humankind in agony. Your beliefs have too much fear riding on them, too much suffering to be considered a plan, more of a self-enabled suicide, but have it your way. I may no know, yet I believe beyond all shadows found in doubt.

~

Where was I going?

When?

Right when I asked.

I don’t remember.

~

I remembered, her branches clanking along the wooden fence, I awake to her plea in my ear, love. She holds me captive with her creation, the guide to ourselves if we’ll but re-examine where we are…

I’m in the lion’s den. I’m roaming around, waiting for the shock to wear off of their faces. Surely they were as surprised to see me as I was to see me?

Hello?

(ping)

I’m so glad in my heart, my friends. The wave is bringing me back home, where I am from, the days are wonderful, as are the nights…

~

Dive deep down spirit, and bring me back to your love. Raise your hands above your head while you’re in belief! Do not fear the outcome, heaven’s yours to create out of what you experience, not from what you believe. Belief is not an instinct. Belief is entertainment. It’s what we do with love that matters most. Lay down your weapons, end all of your wars, feed, clothe, shelter, create, love. Yes.

This Moment, This Exactness, This Progression of Love

2012-01-27T18:28:00.001-06:00

The traffic roars like death, the wind jumps over the trash truck, me wondering how many trucks it would take if God decides to haul away the suffering?

What Creation must will us into meaning, not man’s side of the story, but Gods.

Think of it as a lesson in recognizing where you are, and then, who you’ve become- nothing more than inconsequential and a fearful little beast that believes rather than learns, headlong, instead of swerve!

Trace the steps back that we might see our burden is fitting, given the way we’ve loved the heart of God…

Man’s use of her has tipped the scales in God’s favor. A stacked deck, a gambler’s give, a thief’s take- This requires a drum!

Without the drum, the rhythm of the heart would be without its music’s reassurance thrumming in the silence of everyone, every crowd, every tragically alone, every surrounded affection that’s deserved for a job well done. It’s a dream you’re having. Remember?

No.

Remember where you are?

Yes.

Good…

~

Our duty has all but disappeared and nearer to a reckoning like no other, this is heaven, paradise, creation, and we’d best get to loving before all hell comes loose atop the heart and brings us to our thankless knees, leaving us to fend off our own brand of love! You and I are supposed to be here, at this exact moment in time, this instant, not later, but here at this instinctual instant.

Your animal, what does it tell you? Run, hide, war and scream or give up and love? Rejoice that you’ve landed here with me along our way to God. I love you…

Love-man, what’s your secret to remembering?

Forgetting…

Let us love. It couldn’t hurt. Love all equally and always with kindness.

2012-01-27T02:26:00.001-06:00

Let us love. It couldn’t hurt. Love all equally and always with kindness.

The stars are God’s greatest design to loves power. When love roars, and, on the heart of God, human’s squat and war, murder and theft, the rumble could last for days! Straight down the field, right or left, she’s coming, the heart of God, to claim what’s rightfully hers.

Ours is to claim an ownership of what we are all and every imaginable and unimaginable thing, perfection, one seed, and only love, from beginning to never-end, owned by no one, save for God.

Love my friends, and we’ve a payment due in our belief. In our belief that strayed, we forgot truth and we're left searching evermore. Forgot to love, left us in hell instead. Look around you, see any love? See the people marching down the street demanding something be done with needless suffering, wanting justice, deserving of truth. (Truth being risen, has filled you up with love.)

Belief, even the slightest into the creation of hell, will succumb to the gloomy story we’ve lent her that is no more hers than it is ours, it’s God’s, it’s love come calling, asking of what purpose were we? Did our love come from God or the earth?

Is there a difference? Is not the earth the heart of God? Do we think we’re, Will we be allowed to kill God rather than seek what’s beneath our feet! Are we this calloused of our journey that we can’t even remember where we are? Oh! Say that its heaven that-

(Am I rushing things a little bit?)

A bit at a time and you’ve a remedy for the force behind your penning the words of countless spirits that writhe in you? (I need to pace myself.)

Their spirit and my hand, we prepared to take it all back to God and ask him why not just let us be what we’re going to be. You’ve no right.

I’ve every right, when we continue to dare God to set us lovingly and permanently upon our thankless knees! We must choose wisely, my friends.

It’s quickening, the spirits dancing in me urgently need to be heard! They’ve waited a lifetime to have the truth be told of what life’s purpose was. We’ve little time for fear, so why not love. Novel idea, love. It cannot be constrained, yet, sadly enough, we’re forgetting our original purpose and replacing it with our foul beliefs when all we’re required to do is honor the heart of God, let your voices rise up in support of peace, in support of full love of all things, above our heads and beneath our feet and standing all around. Who we’ve become and who we were are too far apart to ever return in time to see it the way it was made. If we were able, heaven would rise from what you’ve sewn, but the payoff is jaw-droppingly significant. If I am to be believed, the spirits I’ve danced with are enough to cause me to dissuade us from our current path.

Come! Let us rejoice of truth, of God, before such foolishness! Without the worship of the earth as our home we’ve forgotten where we are?. Truth has been replaced with belief. It’s where we are and what we do! I want to know if you’ve imagination enough left to gather your animal instincts? Will you hone them, starting with the sense of location? (Where are you?) When it happens you’ll know it instantly. Belief will take your hand on the journey to truth, to your self, to your heaven, if you choose. It will craft the who and what and then we’ll all know, we’ll know something when our hell is rising up and we’re too busy looking to our believed God instead of being stewards, angels for the earth, which is heaven. What about your rescue? Rescue yourself by loving the earth, all of life, your belief coming second to your care and love of the earth. Love and there shall only be love and there shall heaven be…

The truth in these words cannot be verified by anything revealed to me on my journey; it can only be seen through your own.

Love.

And Then, God Mournfully Resets the Clock

2012-01-26T13:56:00.000-06:00

Three things have happened. Heaven has found me, Love has wed me and God has heard my call for peace. Not stinking wars for greed! Not grand tales of God as roadmaps to war with another over a differing belief, echoing nearer more of this than meets the eye, even if we didn't see eye to eye, we're brothers and sisters, family of the one seed. All.

The spiritual battle is us. We are the angels, the stewards of creation. You are love, end your pride and bow to what you know, before what you believe as truth sleeps evermore.

What of truth? Not our belief, but the knowledge that’s surfacing in us now of where we are?

Instinct, truth never moves, it is a force to be reckoned and re-reckoned and with an exchange of love beneath it all. We’ve strayed far enough away, truth lands on God, God lands on top, a flip-flop of disproportionate conclusions, diffusions, make-believe deluge, fear rushing through our minds that we’re not nearly as smart as we imagine when we begin our duty to earth. Maybe we'll have no need to speak another word about belief, speaking of love instead. You think you're a victim, imagine how the earth feels? She knows of our use. She is heaven, and God asks us fools to begin our duty at once. God goes on to imagine humankind has lost its game, has forgotten too much already to begin to think of the truth again. Truth. God's handy work's being defiled by the human stain, the last refrain of broken strings, the wind blows now...

No. It was the breath of God.

She knows. Pray in motion, put heaven back the way we found it, and hush…

The end.

Is it?

Silence.

...and harvest what you glean that is of love. The rest, release it, that God might hear your cries and send love out for another round of human-made destruction, because you can’t think beyond your immediate needs. Your minds have jumped ahead of the human capacity to recall, to have and keep memory as God mournfully resets the clock.

(The internet is man’s champion. Occupy heaven.)

What?

(I was thinking out loud.)

Silence…

It Cannot Have an End Until Creation Calls One Forth, Belief Goes On

2012-01-26T02:26:00.000-06:00

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along in forgiveness, I made them look at me with a spirit that was only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, God’s truth, not of human’s use for hell…

Oh! Bring me your nectar, Mother! I will love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the memory of her, our dear mother…

Rejoice! It is time to rise up with love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what we’ve prayed to be, angels, stewards of creation, everything and all that is God, the beginning and the never-end…

~

What song is this that laughs a smile wide and sets the spirit to dancing? Man’s songs, his plays, his symphonies, his architecture, his destruction-

That’s the one, his architecture of gloom…

And I say without a shred of a doubt that I’m creating my own belief. Yes. I believe it completely, and it is one of only love. Where it’s lesson pierces the soul and reveals the heart of God, is mine too.

Without a shred of a doubt I believe it, but it cannot have an end until Creation calls one forth. Belief goes on. Love cannot be extinguished from man’s toxins, humankind’s self-erected hell to an astonished recognition of heaven, will not fare as well…

I’m home with my brethren, all, my love for each of you is equal, the heart will have it no other way…

Love…

The truth always wins out when I’m walking in heaven. I need my brain examined.

You’re perfectly God-like and divine!

Wait. I am not God-like, I am a child of God, an angel of God’s garden, a spirit always dancing in me, yes, I am, God and his heart, the earth, love. I move along the pathway with God, the ancient guide come home. God is tired. Exhausted of our fears, and only wants our love!

Rejoice!

Shhh… Careful we don’t stir the daffodils from off their perch, off of into their floating life, their dance in the sunlight shining through the soul like a flashlight flickering in the distance, darting briefly across the ground like a darting fish across the water. See her splash to love as she curves her belly upward.

Explain yourself!

See love awaken from her long slumber, her patience waned, her suffering greatest. Love is God. God is love, through and through, man is the parasitic notion of himself as landlord to heaven, proprietor of earth, as it is in heaven. It is heaven now…

You said that none shall get to heaven by deeds alone?

Yes.

How else would they ever arrive home?

(Silence.)

Give thanks to God for Mother Earth. It’s time to remedy her water, soil and air, her forests at war and her children at play! Rise up, my love! Come forward with your light upon the shores dear sea, come with your unattainable power, without memory of man’s use, erase any trace of humankind and begin again. There’s less suffering in it. Time is nothing, a manmade construct, a way out, an exit and an entrance to nowhere…

God protect this collection of human belief from men who would deny me my belief, it is mine and yours is yours, but we must love, therefore our belief must only breathe with love and cleave away the grip that fear has over our voice.

Not long ago another story unfolded, but with hell emblazoned at its core. This is a new chapter in belief… to save our skins. Humankind, a thinking beast, has put itself in harms way. Look out below the landscape of human’s overuse and decay. (We cannot destroy the earth. The earth can decide she’s had enough of our loveless inventions.

Keep the faith in truth, not in belief…

Remember where you are? Recall the mother’s life long before man imagined it was his to claim. Now, before she launches her wrath beneath our feet…

It’s All I Need Do If My Belief is that of Full Love

2012-01-25T12:52:00.003-06:00

I've stumbled upon the doorway that leads in, so I thought I’d begin,
the waiting’s been hell, the path, love, the destination, eternal heaven.

Did you think I would fail such truth, such testament to love?
Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves?
The time that belief trumps truth will be the time of hell’s rising.
Not hellfire and damnation, that’s against the love of God,
but a recurring suffering until we love as one.
(I do not know. I believe.)
It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. We can believe in truth. We cannot recognize God, because we don’t recognize ourselves. Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness. Love is what we are, who we are, and even where we are. Rejoice...

The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things, the inconsequential thrum, the sun’s changing days- Away! Away! Leave hell evermore and dance in the kingdom of God! Who better to tell this story of love than we? Who better than we to stand witness to Heaven, to the heart of God, in all of her glory and then recall our sworn duty to her?

Rat-a-tat-tat!
Earth is our beholden, and God’s fine with that!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Why wouldn’t he be, all things God come from love.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Below, straight through, around, under and above,
the glancing fears are all but gone, I dismiss them at my peril.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Love, like God, cannot be divided from itself,
it’s the strongest fabric in existence.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
What of our greatest sin,
the attempted murder of Mother Earth?
Rat-a-tat-tat, boom, boom... sleep, then birth…

Dismantle the Steel Beast We’ve Wrought Upon the Heart of God

2012-01-25T02:09:00.001-06:00

(Dear Mr. preacher man, you needn't have tested me. I am aware, I'm just being guided along the path of Love, so it only appears as if I didn't know you directed your words to me. Thank you. Peace, love and goodness.)

All the words we've written, since man became judge, jury and executioner, amount to war and hate and mistrust and murder, destruction and rape. The prideful manner in which we hold our gods, the gods written by man- Strive to a higher standard than that and rise to the standard of love!

Yes. There is an urgency in my voice, I will admit, but the scarves of love blow in the wind my friends, we’re not rising anywhere, after the way we’ve left The Mother, earth and Heaven, love and the heart of God. Bow upon your knees, she awaits our loyalty to her, our beholden, she still smiles upon us that we might see. That she might lift our eyes to heaven on earth.

Look!

This is not God’s plan, to destroy the heart! No! Surely God can maneuver around our belief-ridden blindness and still find it in his heart to find us worthy of Heaven?

God is buckled down too tight. God’s about to deliver a message that we can’t deny. Please, for the love of Creation, begin to see again! Remember where you are! (Convince me that I’m wrong and I’ll bow out of your race against God. I’ll but give you my love and pray you do the same…)

The rain’s beginning to come with it’s dance upon the windshield as an orchestra playing their sweet reverie. The rain calls to me like the cello, as they always do. This is a gentle rain, a gentle reminder of the power of God. But when it lets loose its fury, I shudder to imagine more…

I dance with so many spirits that it boggles the mind. I can’t tell you how many are with me now, they’re all trying to speak at once, all trying to find me as I dislodge all the hate and death and guilt and separation and destruction from inside out of each of their beliefs. (And to have wrapped it in nothing but love, love through and through, was all they needed do.)

Dismantle the steel beast we’ve wrought upon the heart of God. Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands raised. Rejoicing! Rejoicing in the love for all of life, all, each and everyone and mountain and tree and valley and stream, every ocean rolling in and every sea rolling out, every day I’m nearer my love, every night I’m nearer still, about to fall headlong into God, smiling upon Heaven! I’m an angel and so are you. No. No wings to fly us away from heaven, we’ve flesh and bone. Angel’s have belief in the one truth and we’ve belief in our eternally dark stories.

The truth has been corrupted beyond our senseless reach, beyond humankind’s smallness to God. His angels, his children, have indeed corrupted heaven. If you think it is not heaven then pray tell where do you think you are? Just another planet? Look around you. Angels look not in what they themselves might conjure, they believe in truth. The beginning and never-end, truth so divine that it holds the earth as most precious next to God. Begin your deeds and rescue eternity before we remove all of God from heaven, as it is on earth and we’re left with only hell. Heaven is of our choosing, if we think it better than our sorry excuse for love. Heaven? Yes. We’ve been told otherwise. Breathe and take a look around you. Breathe, recall your duty as angels, as stewards for the heart of God. Evermore in heaven as it is on earth. If you think on it, you may not have cause to dismiss heaven beneath your feet. Please? Won’t you remember? Won’t you recall your duty, recall your love and respect for all living things, for the water and the soil, the mountains and the air.

Oh! Remember! Remember now! She weeps for our love to come like the downpour! She laments for our slaughtering of love, and then, sadly enough, she has to listen to our prayers for rain…

God is not ours to shape or bend, and the earth is as much of God as Heaven is of earth.

Make it entirely about love, and you will have given God cause to rejoice!

2012-01-24T15:31:00.001-06:00

I’m Anonymous.

The answer came as fast as needed glancing off my thoughts like a premonition, a beautifully painful and wonderfully invented belief. I’m being reeled in by God. What was month by month, then week by week, has now risen to day by day and I couldn’t be more overjoyed! I’m you and you’re me and all other animals, the mountain and the forests and the water and the soil, and all things known and unknown, God.

I’ve ridden fear as far as it could go, and I’ve been giving away my mind for over a year, but I’m the better man for it. I’ve met many spirits upon my walk. The good, the bad and the ugly. I needed them all to further my belief, to quench the spirit’s dancing in me, to lift me high enough to recall who I was. She found me there! The Grandmother sent me forth! I have come and I will no longer pretend that I don’t know! I am home! Oh! God forgive me for taking so long to trace my way back to you, back to heaven!

Shame upon any one of you if you stand in his way...

The idea of belief being such a weapon is quite familiar to me… Careful what you choose. Make it entirely about love, and you will have given God cause to rejoice! God will have no other, but love.

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am!

Careful what you choose. Make it entirely about love, and you will have given God cause to rejoice! God will have no other.

I’m doing this. I’m doing this. I’m doing it all. It is I, Mark Richard Prime, who has found himself right where he believed he was, Heaven…

You can proceed to summon me through your veiled intent or join me for a dance in heaven, the choice is yours. One ends in hopeless chaos and the other in heaven. We are hopelessly in heaven! We’ve forgotten why we’re here! We’ve forgotten who we are! We’ve forgotten and neglected heaven because we forgot where we are!

Peace, love and goodness to the earth, then we can have ours…

To each of you reading this, I offer my humble gratitude for your having thought my words were imaginable. To those reading, perhaps, that want to deter me from telling my story, I welcome you into my heart for all to witness…

Silence.

(ping)

Silence.

(Hello.)

Silence.

(Are you ready?)

Silence.

(Are you ready?)

No. I mean yes, but what did you say before that.

(Are you ready?)

No. Before that.

(Hello?)

Yes! …Hello.

(ping)

Silence.

(Where are you?)

I’m in heaven, here with you, God. You’ve been waiting too long for me my friend. I’m finally aware. Protect my belief of you, God, as long as there is only love within it and not eternal sorrow or sadness of any kind. (No hell. Only heaven.) Do as the mountain, be solid in your belief, but never forget the truth. As long as love moves within it’s every pore, love soaring from our lips, followed by peace and then laughter and then saving the water and forests and soil and air, followed by the full love of heaven and the merry singing of innocence…

__Anonymous

Bow Down and Weep of Your Slovenly Spiral into Your Own Miserable Belief Instead Of The Truth

2012-01-23T03:04:00.000-06:00

I forgot didn’t I? I asked to be allowed to remember the night before’s revelation that I’m home, home safe and sound from the noise of war…

How on earth, as it is Heaven, could you have forgotten such a thing? Who in their right mind forgets something like that?

They don’t. …It wasn’t time.

~

The cello, violin and piano and drums and the voices of peace have climbed their way into my spirit and we dance as I write. Yes. Still. You are giving me my breath, my love, and I am returning the favor, yet it’s what and who we are, angels, stewards, if you will, and it is where we are, heaven, the heart of God, that sustains us, leaves us breathing, even after we attack God's heart. Why? Do we feel special to the sea, the oceans and the prairie, the mountain and wind, the sky and love, and the joy and the cries of worship bellowing their gladness from our hearts?

Oh! Bow down and weep of your slovenly downward spiral into your own miserable belief instead of the truth! Stop! End your march toward death! For the love of God, breathe your love without hesitation! Reach out your arms and help those in need, love them, cherish them as family! They are, you’re among brothers and sisters of God! Rejoice of such a wonder-filled miracle, heaven has arrived on earth…

~

They are waiting on me. Kindness dances across their faces in the offing, hopeful that I arrive in time to be heard. I am here. It is, after all, where I was going. Tell your friends, tell your family, anyone, to come and dance with me, our spirit’s will be move to the rhythm of God.

Come, the wind grows bitter, another substandard performance, and the traffic sounds angry. Noise and anger raging along man’s web to capture and then kill the heart of God. The towering metal beasts formed of our greed and lust and murderous march, shine no light on where we are, they dull the fabric of truth and leave us only to imagine that which we cannot know.

I don’t know, I only believe it to be truth.

~

Since when did my bravery begin to take the reins out of my fear’s grip?

Last night. Don’t you remember?

Yes. I’m the son of God, as are you and you. We are all the son’s and daughter’s of God. All capable of letting God find them and then finding God in their heart, the God that’s always been there, you were just too self-interested to pay it much attention.

You are forgiven, now give God cause to smile upon you…