Will they listen to you? Will they hear your anguish? Will they sense your love?

Will they listen to you? Will they hear your anguish? Will they sense your love?

Yes, my friend. They will listen as much as I will to their anguish, and I will suffer with them and they with me. Yet since we now find ourselves together, brothers and sisters, realizing our grave error regarding truth, it cannot be known until we’ve returned the earth to her glory! Create the earth heavenly again, as God created it with humanity as her stewards, her angels upon the earth, as it is in heaven...

© 2011 by mark prime

My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of love, in the hell of our making.

And I thought you’d never get here.

I knew where I was headed, but found myself faced with spirits that were stronger and more prepared for the inevitable than my little brain could ever imagine.

You are right. Yet is there not a soliloquy worth repeating within your miniscule existence, relatively speaking? And is this story not worthy of Creation? Have you not a duty to imagine the earth as most sacred? Her waters need you! Her soil needs you! Her air needs you!

- It is time to show her what we believe of her! Of earth, which is God, which is heaven. If our belief does not begin with love and only contain love for the sacred earth and for God, we suffer our humankind made manifestation of hell. They are the same, God is everything. Everything! And, with our belief, have come parasitic leeches who imagine we can wait to fix our wrongs to earth, to heaven, to God! We’re hell bent on destruction of the only place we humans can lay our belief-fouled heads!

Remember where you are.

I am standing upon my beholden. My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of love, in the hell of our making.

Let us free ourselves from fear, free our belief from it as well, for God does not honor thieves and murderers. God honors peace. Heaven is peace.

Echo…

Go forth and be happy, love, and always remember where you are…

Nobody expected God. We may have expected to die righteously somehow knowing we were right and justified in murder and the defilement of the heart of God, earth, heaven, and it turns out we don’t really know a thing. God is in all of us. God knows. Prayers soar with action, motion creates, and Creation is Love. Love is God…

© 2011 by mark prime

Sleep now, Mother. We’re here. Father and I are here.

There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. We are a self-destructive beast without regard to our surroundings. Why do we think that we must imagine, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that our belief is truth?

Truth…?

There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I love you with all of my heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in your quivering limbs.

Sleep now, Mother. We’re here. Father and I are here.

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I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to God.

Man overboard!

No. No. Bless you, but I am not overboard at all. I’m in heaven.

Man overboard!

Ha! I like your game! Shall we play, or might we begin our duty to the earth and to God?

Man overboard!

You’ve warn the die down to so many chances, leap! Go forth and tell them what they want to know!

My belief that this is heaven and we are damned fools for ever having imagined it wasn’t! Rejoice!

Bow to what you know, not what you believe.


But my belief is what I know. No different than any other human, She cries out for us to see! Oh! For the love of God! Release her from beneath our grip! Summon her cliffs! Summon her mighty redwoods to use their grandeur to highlight an awareness we’ve not had for far too many lifetimes.

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There are so many beautiful beliefs I’ve traipsed, but none of them brought me truth… They brought me to my own dance with God, my speech now roars! My eyes are watering my green love, heaven. I pray, God, that you might spare me from my own fear, from the things that are human, from the things that are habit? Banish me evermore, each time it is repeated, and so on…

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It is I. It is I, echoed the river to me, the tree to me, the soil to me, the dark soil full of worms to me! The ground is sacred, it may not be all equal when it comes to planting soil, but we must reach back inside our spirits like the soil and grasp the instinct for survival!

Now, let’s go forth and develop the idea of the personification we have of God and find a way for man to once again dig with love…

Echo…

© 2011 by mark prime

God should have never gone unnoticed beneath our feet, over our heads, or in front of our eyes.

Where does this road lead? To heaven as we create it, a chance for truth and art within the garden. God, Lord, The Creator- the father and the mother, the ebb and flow of life, which is love, which is waiting to see if my speech is sufficient according to my belief, what I‘m urged to speak. I have been, preparing for this day, when it was completely out of my control, much like my life floating here before me now, in heaven. Heaven on earth.

(Why would you do such a suicidal thing?)

Love…

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Peace and goodbye. Easy enough to say. Yes?

No. What do those stars forming a Y mean? A confirmation of the path I‘m on? Wait? Surely I know that the path I’m on is indeed the one of God’s Love. There’s only one. One path I could be on.

Why has your mind spun out of your control?

God.

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God should have never gone unnoticed beneath our feet, over our heads, or in front of our eyes. We are all, bar none, brothers and sisters of the one seed, God. We are murdering members of our own family. We’re preparing the path of our own suicide. A most tragic tale was seen fleeing the scene of the crime attempted by mankind, when all we need have done is love and remember where we are.

(At the time I realized who I was or at the time my mind realized where I was?)

They are one in the same, my child.

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Oh, God. You leave me breathless. You bring me such joy. I haven’t prayed much at all. I couldn’t believe. None of them rang a bell. I don’t remember. I was afraid. I don’t know.

Now, I only love. Those are my instructions- to love. They are your instructions, too. Humankind must love. Now.

Cello, raise your bow to all you know, leave belief to the side for a while. Think of what is actually known, and how much of it is just belief?

(What do we really know? We only know what our human capacity can comprehend, there are untold lifetimes of things we have yet to learn on the journey to God. Unimaginably incredible and beautiful heaven!)

We can’t recreate earth, try as we might dream. She is our beholden and we, her tragic children. We've much to learn, so let us begin our long journey back to Love, that we might also instruct.

© 2011 by mark prime

We are in heaven! Man is blind indeed, Jesus.

We are in heaven! Man is blind indeed, Jesus.

Is there no dignity left in our parasitic carcasses than this, our beholden is the earth, the heart of God, if earth’s song does not satisfy, then man is too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of God and if they came at the same time, we’d either, wobble around drooling of our ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over us to absolve us of our gravest sin. When did we garner the nerve to question God? Have we questioned God in our books? Have we confused the truth with deceitful lenses? Lenses so filled with beauty and surface that the earth just has to suffer our witless imaginings! Will this time be the last time? Echo…

Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions. Action is truly the only prayer. If you see a wrong, stop it. If you commit a wrong, remember, you do reap what you sow, again and again. Remember love. Everyone faces some powerful spirits they’ve unwittingly shoveled into their own heads! Reject another’s clutter, find yourself again, find yourself basking in the sun of heaven. Rejoice!

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There is nothing to fear but our minds not asking the question, Am I in heaven?

Dusting off the last moment’s trophy, if you steal from the poor to give to the rich, you’ve got the tale backwards to your grin. All the hate and filth you’ve stored in memory-tombs of your self-damaged minds, until humankind’s on the brink of falling away from the embracing’s of love, leaves you on the soil of God’s eternal kingdom, earth, cherished in word and in deed…

Remember…

© 2011 by mark prime