DEAR MIKE HUCKABEE...

Mike Huckabee: ‘God’s blessing’ will make me president to stop the atheist ‘secular theocracy’

Dear Mike Huckabee,
I think you are pulling out all the stops, stop. You are wrong my friend. I'm here to make sure everyone knows that. Not just you, dear fellow human, the spirit of God comes along. Try me... You've met yourself coming and going... Have a good life, brother, just don't blow anymore smoke up the country's ass... Sincerely, Mark Richard Prime

HUM DRUM

Let us lift ourselves to the divine spirit that's been waiting for us to create a model beneath our feet that resembles the Heaven we seek, it would serve the (H)eartH well to be so imagined...

CONFESSION ZERO: YOU KNOW

You know that I am just outside of knowing, there's an echo to contend with, yet it is an act. Yes. A show's being put on, what other theory's you got? The (H)eartH is alive and instructing Me to rise and be heard among the many being heard. (Why'd she say that?) She? More like undivided, One, a presence, not a story, because if we can't understand how to end our madness of consumption, and soon, we'll have truly misunderstood our Home and its Heavenly casement... Think. Think. Think. (Stop telling us to think, Scribbler!) I was talking to myself. (Oh.) Better than silence the leg of the journey I am blessed to be on, humbled and most gracious am I in the presence of God.

I need think less, act more. (On stage?) Sure, but that's not where I was going with this. (Why not?) Because I was doing my best to not think more at that moment and you decided you'd ask me a question based on presumption that why mattered in the least, in eternity, one can bend those rules. Come with Me, you will see and we shall all be friends and I will set all things right that Love chose to engage, the spirit that has us, my friends, is most ready to inform us of our misery, but not the path back from danger from having just leapt instead of thought...



CONFESSION ZERO: YOU KNOW:



© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

CONFESSION ZERO: CONSPIRACY 101

This is my truth... I was born in 1963, just before JFK was shot. The shot heard 'round the nation, was never just a shot, it was more than that-

(Conspiracy nutter!)

It is not the conspiracy, it was the attention it garnered of our sensibilities to our nation, especially having just elected a prince charming to the highest office in the land, ha ha, what a tea party must have been like to be around him... Best we would have surrounded ourselves as One instead of splintering into knots this idea of terrorism. We need become worthy of our tenure sometime before we go, not as an individual, though that has its benefits, too, but as a collective, beyond our imaginations is our only limit! Smile and let's engage Me, shall We?





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© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

CONFESSION ZERO: BECOMING THAT THING IMAGINED

CONFESSION ZERO: BECOMING THAT THING IMAGINED: Humbled I am becoming. (You should already be there, Scribbler.) That is your experience folding over mine, it is not mine folding over yours...

CONFESSION ZERO: God Alone

CONFESSION ZERO: God Alone:

God alone, not the church, not the group, not the race, not the government, not the leader, not the follower, not the synagogue, not the temple, God, alone without our consciousness. We must influence Creation to now react to us. Pray to Creation that we become the best stewards, the best fledgling creators that we can be and have a story worth repeating! Giddy up!

CONFESSION ZERO: RAT A TAT TAT

CONFESSION ZERO: RAT A TAT TAT:

(Are you saying God is ours to create?)

Not ours, lent.

(God gave himself over to us?)

Look around you, the question is rhetorical.

(Silence...)
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The strength is found in what we do with our spirits, the deeds we sling in the name of God are deplorable acts of cowardice.
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God is not War. I am and I say only Peace in Me is in this story, for after all, brother, we all are kin to one another like Peace and War, and I cannot lay a hand on another in violence, but my tongue and my song will feel as if you've been beaten into submission and the warrior idea's removed after such a time as Peace overwhelms them. I do understand. It's not a matter of ignorance. One. God. Peace. Love. A circle, not a square, a kindness, fresh air, peace, not war, open, not shut, ready, not unprepared, aging not decomposing, becoming something desired of God in the offing, but now, well this now, loving friend, is ours to shape, ours to be Kings and Queens of the God-lent Kingdom!

I do not denigrate the "warrior spirit", that particular spirit got a bad rap like the wolf is seen in our stories, this noble and beautiful prowler sacrifices his howl for hunting in our fearful view, not unlike we ignorant beasts never paying attention to something new being unfolding as if a gift. Open your arms to this story unfolding and as peacemaker and peacekeeper, we, the collective, shall remain aloft.
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You are within Me is a revelation of now's delight. The idea of living in the now, all that surrounds you you evolve into the story, so to speak. I am evolving you along with Me, God I pray to be such a thing because in this realm we are Home, in the next we are where we are, it matters least when compared to now! Reality meets Actuality! More on the Evening News with 10 at Now! Now we return you to your song and dance on your television screens and your electronic hands motioning to one another in the mist of industry.

CONFESSION ZERO: Attention Paid

CONFESSION ZERO: Attention Paid: Pay attention, brothers and sisters, to that which you have not heard before. I have, so I say, for Me, it is not the warrior then that wil...

CONFESSION ZERO: IT'S OUR DAY, WOMEN ROAR

CONFESSION ZERO: IT'S OUR DAY, WOMEN ROAR: Woman. Woman. Woman. Great and Grand Mother. Mother. Mother. Mother. Daughter. Daughter. Daughter. Sister. Sister. Sister. Aunt. Au...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Love-Like

We are all born to be the heirs to Heaven, to be Christ-like, God-like, Love-like and Divine-like. I believe it cheapens the "human" experience to imagine it otherwise. There was never meant to be only "one" or "two". We're all born with the same qualities as the figure known as Jesus, etc. If we imagine otherwise, only then will we find the need to "claim" we're someone else instead of being who and what we actually are...


 © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


Heirs to Heaven

A Charlie Chaplin Halloween

Charlie Chaplin, I believe, was in the know.

Everyone should dress up as Charlie Chaplin for Halloween- millions of anonymous Charlie Chaplin's walking around offering Love and not fear...

I Had A Dream That Love Was Dead

I had a dream that Love was dead. Her face was caked in dirt, eyes oozed a brown fluid, green puss seeped from the ears and countless wooden stakes were driven through the body. The ashen face was too much to comprehend, the suffering, too great to fathom, too dreadful to dream. What had we done? Had we truly murdered Love, assassinated the whole of Love?

I called out to Love, I shrieked to the heavens, but her eyes remained vacant, stilled by death, sunken from murder, emptied of goodness. I felt the tears flooding my face as I howled a solemn prayer for Love to breathe once again. Do not forsake us, your children, do not fade from our foul use! Wake up! Wake up! I shuddered from the silence, death had at last found its way into Love.

I awoke drenched in sweat. The morning light poured through the window. I thought, if Love was dead, to whom was I praying?

© 2011 by mark prime

LOVE THE 100%

Something hasn’t just been stolen from "us" and it is not merely "democracy", or some other word that means little to Love, that has the power to "give" it back...

One cannot steal Love; therefore Love has not been stolen. Our minds have been hijacked and we’re holding the box-cutter to our own throats. One might choose to demolish the flesh and bone of children, but one cannot steal the Love that is born in them. It isn't for sale and it isn't for the taking. One can also choose to keep all of the things that they have allowed another to pile on top of the Love born inside of them and then scream about their love for some delusional freedom that has been and continues to be offered to only some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time.

We are not free. It has been a very long time in coming, this idea of freedom, this delusion of liberation from the shackles of fear, and it has arrived without us! We are allowing fear to conquer our will. It has arrived before man has given himself over to Love, the only thing that will save him from himself, from his ideas, from his thoughts, from his ego. Love, which is free, arrived long before man had thought, long before man decided he owned her, long before he decided it was his to conquer. The thought is not enough, the signs are not enough, the marches are not enough if we cannot see beyond our own desires, our own inability to change, our own failure, our own sightlessness when we argue for or against our own inept words, our own hopeless ideas and our own clumsy and corrupted ideas of forgiveness.

If we choose to love what we love, we are missing out on the rest of Love. Love isn't divisible. Love is its own. It is all. Love is Love and it never changes. It is we who change. We change to fit our own self interests despite our braying to the contrary. We can either choose to stop this idea that any one of us knows more than the next or we can wholly fail.

If our words are to reflect Love then they must come from Love which knows no sides, no philosophy, no religion, no race, color or creed! Let us imagine ourselves bringing nothing to the table but Love! Love must rule any movement in order to move the world; the 100%...