So, say Love, made a copy of itself… A mirror image.

And then split…itself. Between them.

One a little more Fatherly and the other Motherly, Brotherly. And the Original sealed in all of them.

Look’n for more Love. For all of them. From all of us, who come after them.

Duplicated now x4 or maybe 5x or Ge, did it tell us everything in the manual… About VOC’s and what not. What’s with the misdirection from The Spirit of Truth, as we know it; found only in the story about what all it told Cain and Abel?

Affirmations, confirmations and misdirects; scattered all throughout creation. Bearded ladies and hairy sons and hungry wolves for inheritance rights to eternal riches. Apostolic pardons…

“Through the holy mysteries of our redemption may almighty God release you from all punishments in this life and in the life to come. May he open to you the gates of paradise and welcome you to everlasting joy.” 


 “By the authority which the Apostolic See has given me, I grant you a full pardon and the remission of all your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Did Adam have a twin? We don’t talk about? Why is it so hard to have reasonable conversations, without persecution? Always framed as crazy or misled, not towing a line, about the Quran or the Bible and all the other stories? Or what a Jew is verses a Christian or a Catholic?

Islam, Shiite or Sunni Religion and guess what, Christianity rules in Russia! America is a confused, crazy lady, like all the rest of us. A bi-Nation with a president and puppy wolf rulers and wanna be godly appointed Kings; with Queens behind them. All counting sheep. For votes & the likes.

Influencers we call them.

Asking questions about religion, provokes derision, you know this from experience. Questions to the others, who don’t really understand, why we ask about it and even feel convicted by the spirit; who has been courting them. They try to flip the script about conviction. Scripture says I am wise as a serpent, about it.

Jesus didn’t speak either. This was a thing, if I remember, scripture about it; like a lamb, it was documented. There are rumors of secret knowledge and things spirited away for proof for later? Only some of us will come to know about it?

The truth in all things, we wonder about. Ask about.

You serve that spirit. Roll up your sleeves and jump in the well, not on the next body. Sell your home land, now to the King, for promises of greater riches later. When the sheep are ready to submit to slaughter. Like the knights, they’ll keep it for you, so you don’t get robbed on your journey. For a nominal upfront fee, to be adjusted for inflation, and additional expenses and labor. We can charge it, they said. We are clueless.


Economic inequality. Boils down to one or two things. Wise as a serpent or ignorant as a lamb. What will you be coming back for? Carrots or sticks? You don’t really believe… in all that. Justice is important, to Americans. The God we are, constitutionally under and follow, will not overlook that for us all. Not one soul will perish. I believe that. Can we take correction? Adapt to changes?

One side says the other don’t deserve it, don’t engage and work hard for it. Busy complaining that things ain’t right between us. Then they bury heads and turn cheeks so they can’t hear the voices. Some do go to looting and hooting, wag’n a finger in the face of tyranny. Like pirates, who came before us. I remember the T party. Paul Revere hailing the British are coming! How did that all get resolved?

The invisible right hand of Love, fights for equality, through patient means of strategy, to call on Love to overcome for us again. We’ve rang a bell before, it’s cracked as proof? The other side ran for the hills. To regroup. What will it take for us to come together? Are the audio/visual effects and entertainment drawing you to a well? Are the songs, dancing and jokes working? Leading you to come to know Love? Does it help to attend church and observe rules; go to school? This nation was built on homeschooled and whipped folk. We more like Solomon; before, during and just prior to after the looting.

We are all on Love’s welfare system!

Silly rabbits, smart to position themselves? As wise servants to the system, for a paycheck and retirement assurance. Good insurance and supportive staffing and infrastructure to perform tasks for We the people. And then not protect their ignorant neighbor, like themselves, once were? I don’t remember running across that scripture. Anywhere.

I’ve wondered, how strategic, could we pray? I kept praying and now I prey. With both knees, on the least among us; if not only in my mind. Lusting for… wondering where Love is… holding Love accountable for all this. And coming to realize, now you will all know. Jesus. His job was to be tested, at that time, for us. Pay a price, for you and me to come alive and prosper. We came behind him or her, I ain’t beholden to gender. I Love them all. Under the sun, hiding in caves and yelling at neighbors.

Cause a commotion! Be holy as he his! Throw a fit for freedom from enslavement to tyranny, lies and bribes!

Be and do for Love, only. Put off your old man’s ways of bartering for freedom. Love saved the day, already. We all rang a bell. Some for one side and many from the middle to the other. Hot or Cold. Blue or Red. Can’t stay in the middle for long.

Will we split?

Why didn’t we do three parties? Even a three person team leadership structure? Like a trinity union, for strength and resilience? We haven’t learned from our mistakes yet. Just elect the next best president. Do we ever learn? To overcome? Move mountains between us, build bridges and not walls or dams to release later.

Remember… This land is your land and mine too. We took it from the natives, wherever they came from; they were; when we got here. Or were they? We don’t know!?

Love… is the greatest and it doesn’t matter… Love created us all.

All these arguments should even matter, about property lines and jurisdictions. Equal shareholders in suffering and glory. If God blesses you with a miracle for all of us, don’t quench the spirit. Give it all away and ask for more.

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Is Abraham your Father, oh nations?

Which one… I can’t tell. They all look alike. Lepers and thieves now?

Will We the people love them, heal them back and establish them, the cup-bears to the throne? Or leave them alienated, as if we could. The stories help us realize… Love can’t help but reconcile with itself. Or are we bullies, even about that?

Grace and Mercy Trustlove’s baby girl Faith believes in Jesus the Christ, already on the throne, by her Father’s Mother’s hand? Loves Allah, Buddha, Confucius and everyone else, Love created? Waiting patiently for us… to be humble and do right to the least among us. Not saying a word, trying to protect us? Just massaging our shoulders in the corner, whispering in our ear… Xyz. Get back in the ring. The fight just started.

Join the family, go witness about it. Quit building walls in the end time. Of this last crazy era… packing, moving on up to the next room. Will it be better, like we all hope? I’m making sure I can scream loud and the bell ain’t cracked, still. We get a new bell? A whole new fabric, spotless between us? Oh, I went off day-dreaming, crazy ideas, about Love saving us from more suffering and no glory shared between us all.

ALL. Not one should perish.

Why is there blood on the ground, still!?

I must be drunk on the spirit… give me some more!

My cup runneth over, I’ll lap it up like a dog!

After I finish this cup portion… don’t pass it up from me… that stuffs good in one gulp, shotgun that and ask for more from the host! I hear he saved the best for last! Just a rumor though.

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4 thoughts on “So, say Love, made a copy of itself… A mirror image.

  1. Reblogged this on Responsible Rhetoric and commented:

    #WildHairyLovePromos & A Childlike Commotion Production.
    Revised Version… A Republished Article. Check it out…
    All of creation is dynamically in progress. Coming to know Love is… Pass it on. It might be contagious. We hope. Some have bold Faith about it. Just be reverent and wear a mask. Till the slaughter is over.


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