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A House of Big
December 19, 2010
Joel Akin
Acts 7:49 Heaven is my throne, and earth is my footstool: what house will ye build me? saith the Lord: or what is the place of my rest?
Would to God we had built a house for him because when God comes we will be asked “Where is the house for God?”
The people will laugh and say “We had never planned a house for God but if you want one here is one...” and there will not be a preacher of worth or a senator of value or a president smart who will not give God a house if he asks for one.
Then God will say “Now. I have a fine house only where are the houses for my people of life in the season of prayer?”
People will say “We all pray. We all need one but there is not houses or woods or land enough for us all” and God will mock them and say “Who is God among the life lines of this world if not for God of life in the sea or God in the heart or God in the will of men.”
The world will shake and wonder because God doesn’t see that he is compromised by a man who holds his heart and they threw down his heart so much and so often that no one in all the world wanted the men of God who prayed through for they were hated above all, even to the extent of the curses of the church simply because they wanted no one else in power over them but He who was God.
Thus when men of God held up the lamp of God they will shake for they held it with despisement and hatred or with disdain and they will shake to the core because they threw out the light of the heart and the light of the wisdom of a man.
This might sound strange but the light of it is like air and air came to be the light falling ahead of the will of God. It fell and fell and fell until it roared and said “Where is the man of God who prays for life to fall so that he might see the power of God?”
For if life of men stands up in astonishment with laughter then it is astonishment because it hasn’t been seen before in all the days of their life and thus the pineapple express shines on the fruit of life so that they downriver cry “No more” and they are people of salt getting so much water it will shine upon their cities and shine upon their countrysides and shine on until the end of the age when they will wonder who asked those upstream to dam their hearts of tears for lack of water because God will send it and send it and send it until the end of time because he had it up to here------------- with all those innocent souls who hated the single cent or sense of life.
It is the price of the voice that is gone which is being brought to bear again and again and again because it is the theft of it which is the light of a spirit who steals life out of the soul by way of a theft of air and this is also why those who seek for the blue light will see a value in the shine of life called time in the blue of Van Allens belt.
For if the belt is caught in a war of time it is the war of men doubting their will and doubting the price of God in the choices he makes.
They want a man of God who is sown to their cords of belief and not torn loose from a book like a rotted old page.
God will show how the page can be held up to the light and he will show it in a way of history.
He will show it to the firm light of a man of copper and a light to the book frames of the future that they be designed with metal so they hold fast against the spine of dust which breaks it each time leather is held without true binding.
God will bring in the cool side of life until people wonder “Where is the gold of life or the products of platinum or the products of bronze by themselves” for he will carry in copper against the day of his return again if all men happen to reject his voice and his lean of life towards the price of life in common sense.
For if the light of time is the net then it was built for the fish to follow upstream so they would find clues and they would find answers in the light of a solstice and it would be a light so deep in trouble they who are dark would need time to work out their own salvation for fear and or trembling for if the trim was the bling then it was the gold they sought rather then the string that waxed hotter and hotter and to burn the gold as light is the frame of fragments gathered up at the end of the meal.
For if Jesus were the bread then from him would come forth a word and from the word a page and from it a light until people saw him as something or nothing.
If nothing then they would carry a will to the grave and take down their soul by casting him out but if they carried a light they would see he as the light of a flare and a gas to be around in the hydrogen blasts of the future.
For if hydrogen meant to hyd the ro gen then the gen was the light of ar and ar came to be a price to the ro and if it was reversed we had a roar and the roar from the beginning would be a value to the light of the heart rising up to be with God in the Air.
The air of life saw this and tried to block the heir of light to be the problem of salvation. God saw it and saw the fragments rise up day after day until he saw it in life of a man speaking it from the heart of time and he saw it by faith.
He came to the light of God and said “Teach me that I might see and understand.”
He wanted fun and fun which lasted and lasted and lasted until the time of a return and if that return was in 2094, give or take a solstice or two, then the right side of life would be those things done to learn from the past.
Thus the price of life was a brother who did more then count money up because of his wealth of things.
For if God saw hope in the lie of things then it was a brother with hope for things who lasted longer in life then one would think possible because the things of books held to life in a man who bought wealth for the sake of his light out there in space.
God would bring back the light of copper but with intent for it to be collected so that it, like books, would ransom life here for lack and it would be copper vanishing because people ahead of time saw it as value and bought it up day after day from everywhere in the world so it would become part of the value of life here and there and everywhere in life.
For if copper books came to be the value of a style of books unlike all others then God would Com it to the Dat and it would be the way of a wife in the gawigamuna lifeline of thoughts.
For copper was the light of a future and a future so vast that it broke the speed of life or light to those who tried to block God again and again and again.
For if men tried to bring to pass, in a day unlike others, all the lights of men with a thought to destruction, it would shake the core of men by having their own souls ripped free by either God or men of the future to stop the solstice line from being crossed by a highway robberman who would steal away the one thing they ignored, the ripe side of Trans in the faith of life.
For if Jesus saw them who were dark and darker still in the future, then he would bear to them a price called time or Time with the Maelstroms of life.
The Maelstroms would be the lord or lords of time who would bring forth stability so they would form a chain of command and it would be like Jito only it would be the light of force in the church striving to bring about change after change so they who form thoughts in light could be held to robbers and barons and liars without end.
The end result would be a Strom for the Andrews of life in the story of the fish being given out when the fish line had come to a final end.
Matthew 4:18 And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
If Andrew were the price of a basket then Jesus was the price of acceptance even if he himself did not catch or want to catch the fish like they who were true fishermen.
Thus true fishermen wanted to do it for a living and that meant they would take the will or wool from the eyes of men with fish, if you will, in their veins, and deliver them to the market for a sale unlike all others.
For if a man of God caught and caught and caught then they would sell them fairly and fully with a value to men who had value to heaven for the sake of the fish.
Thus if I caught a fish or two it would be priced according to the labor of prayer with God because it brought in fish with curiosity and thus for the sake of a story lets say that I reached in my time half a million people because I learned the value of the net.
The net was the product of a word in page after page. I learned what a page would do and I learned what a value of life would be in the software light of a future where it was turned cool by those who owned the rights to it for all time or all life because of those who came to renew the book by selling it again and again and again and again for the next thousand years and then some.
Thus if copper had its secrets it was the thought into it and the thought for it because thoughts of things that held value were the light of prayer for the roar unlike all others expressing a wind and a shaking in things to come.
For God moved heavens and earths and lived up to his reputation by taking down those old memories of darkness and building up a line of help by lifting the veil over the eyes of men by the dozen and then perhaps if all went well, by the hundreds. This would lift power and the skirt of it and build a reputation as a light and a light unlike all others because of specifics of use of words in laborment of time and life and things to come for the sake of youth and freedom for the father who fell over and over and a mother who wept because she could not change what she was inside.
It is the price of a rapture where delight of life is the product of changes and people around the globe hear of it and wonder.
For if God moves into light of wealth and people wonder over the price of prayer, they will hold onto their bags and ripen their sounds and say “What must we do to have a rapture for all things in life?”
Thus out of it is the stock of prayer and the stock of wealth. For if the wealth of a line is this net and this idea, then take it and write it down on your cuff and tell it “I will remember it with a tongue like silver. I will carry silver to the sea in wave upon wave and toss it down to the Mississippi and its endings.”
I speak of silver in the price of building blocks made of old things unwanted, crushed until nothing leaks out, and it is solid as stone. Some call it ramming and it is the rammed soil of life but without true life in it. Take this to the end where land isn’t stable and put down the block so it settles like a paving stone and do this day by day until the end is gone in the Sipi and in the ends of the world for then, from the sea will rise a paving stone unlike all others and its called the stability of a nation.
America. Rise up to pave the way of the sea and pave it with intentions pure and soulful with expression. Stamp upon the stones your love and put upon them inscriptions of stories for the future. Write upon them with instant forms that leave the impressions by automated block machines and create the machines for the world to play with.
Put those blocks at the end of every river until the rivers fade into the sea without a roar. For when the roaring of the sea rushes in to destroy they will meet a wall unlike others made and it will be the sea cannot rise up to destroy anymore the land of the people.
It will ride out into the sea and into life and into the frame of life with trade for the sake of a river smooth and solid without pain in its rush and carrying life for the stead of time to all the foundations of time and life.
It is the nature of the rapture we wait for still and we hope for yet.
The price of a rapture is the billing frame for a constitution and a billing light for the people to frame upon their house as a price for the sake of the future.
Let each house price it to a frame, like a book, required upon each counter table and every wall of a house, as in one per house, so that if they fly it as their mantle value it will shine in their hearts as they read it from youth and carry it from youth over and over and over until the end of life and the end of all things that matter, and if God has his way, that will never come.
The constitution of the United States must be a read over and over and over and then some. It must be given to every classroom, as a flag of America, and it must be paraded down the street as the price of a flag written in songs and battles, because it is the majesty of life gone by and the end of an age and the end of time that woke up a framer of the constitution who wanted a bill of rights. He wanted life and he asked for it and people saw it as a failure but it was a man of God who carried it from the heart in hearing of injustices. He hated them and he strove against them until the light of men of old awoke. They cried to God ‘Bear him down again to the grave” for they could not bear his voice because he was like a frame of a worm in the grave and he cried out from it.
He bore up to God “Take me down or take me...” and he meant it.
He prayed and he prayed and he prayed with a bit of understanding. He prayed and he prayed and he prayed until men heard of it and saw it and perhaps wondered a trace about it for they saw things that were not easy to explain.
It was the light of blue and it was the light of a desire and it was the light of a man who said “Do not take away my memories in sorrow or struggles” and it was this which brought a stern side of God down.
For the light of it came to be a price of life and it was the stern which broke forth a wave and the wave carried a sigh to the will of time in the light of things lost in time due to men who saw no value in the software they had tossed down to the grave.
In this they sold the rights to men over and over and over until they grew richer on the refuse of life then others because they learned a valuable lesson. “Never throw out the value by forcing men to accept a number that would grow old and worthless and carry no value at the end of the day.”
It was the price of wealth lost by men who failed to see. They were men who clung to SiN and to SSN and to numbers of the grave. They fell to the sea by the millions but a man prayed and prayed and prayed until God heard and simply parted the way to him with a thought that the will of time will break soon. Hang on and live well and wait because the day of eclipses will change life and life will rise up to be with me for all times and lives and thoughts and dreams until the end and then it will begin over again in a better way but with those dreams carted forward so that people can see the way it used to be.”
The Big Way is Done
10/09/2008
Joel Akin
Hebrews 11:12 Therefore sprang there even of one, and him as good as dead, [so many] as the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand which is by the sea shore innumerable.
Of course what is the big way but the Lord? He is the one who sees that sin or Sin is the bit of a horse and the horse is the way of time.
Lets imagine, if you can, the future. We have a highway of the Lord, only it isn’t what we think. We know there is a road to the air because we are caught up and caught can be like a thief who catches us on the road. We see the road is a path but suppose it is also a way? As in orbit of earth? So if God were to catch us we would be caught up in a net like a fish only the fish would be the entire world we live on. God doesn’t do things small.
Of course the answer isn’t just catching up in a net but finding a fish big enough to swallow us up and if we find it difficult to imagine then it is because of a soul called lie who is Sin in the big of a house called earth.
Earth is like a trough and the fish we are is the fish which is catching us up each day to the Lord. Jesus called us fishers but we take things as imaginary. Imaginary is when we see a rapture man caught up by a fish and the fish is leaping up to the heavens because the well here is dry and heaving like an old sea.
Fish in us? That sounds crazy but it is the way of life. We are caught up and I have seen one imagine of the rapture of the dead. One imagine which is missing because it was on my moms computer. One imagine which shows the way to life and the way is of a sea and the sea is of time and time is of the world we live on.
Fishing isn’t prohibited but it is difficult when you who are on this world see by eyes made for sin. Sin is a spirit of vile and evil and is made to see us as dung heaps. He puts us into the soul of garb called a scal or skale and it is the skale which is a word which means to disperse the assembly. God told us not to forsake the assembly and we do. We lose sight of assembly with others so God heals me inside by giving me assembly of thought. He puts me into a place where the eye or dark I of Sin is broken into thaw and from it is bottom up or broken up curse called Cawl and it is the Scawl which leads the the Scowl and the Scowl is the whip used to terrify people in the future with. A way of bringing down fire from heaven only it isn’t going to happen. Not in the way we think. That is because I pray and asked God to change it from dark to fun.
Of course you laugh and say ‘You can’t change history or prophecy’ but God showed me you can especially if he is with you in it. Now the point of life is the from the Scowl we get death and death leads us to ice and ice is the word which meant for us to go to I Ce Or I See and I see is a way to lead us from the ice to God. So in Sin we had the Scold and Scold is the Sin Cold and Cold is the souls on ice and the souls were those parts of us which were held in place by the people of God who prayed.
Prayer. Prayer is the whip of God and is the healing part of the sea and is the bit of life in assembly and assembly is meant to be healing.
Now the rapture is the church and the church dead were already done up to God. They were in the last few years. They were also raptured from the soul of men in the form of Grace and the form of life in hope and Hope. There was also a rapture of time and Time and people of Time who were the people of other nations. These were raised up to be with God in the air.
Now God is not mocked and the spirit of vile nature is the spirit which is of the devil. The devil is the bit and the bit is the soul and the soul is the cowl and the scowl is the bit of soul of men in us or in the lay of a dark spirit on earth. Time was of Polaris but it was set by time in the phrase of an instant. It was taken to the grill by a spiritual woman named Worth. She was put into it by God so she could heal old things. Old was before and there was always a before with God. God likes to make and make and make and it is the sit of his heart that I have a desire to make as well. I like to write and make ideas and it is the will of God to make ideas with me. Especially things never seen or heard of by men. Things that are coming to a world in the future. One we’ll call Saling along or Sailing to the Sale in the Sole of a ship called Soul Ship of the Future. Soul Ship? Yes. It is the Soul Ship which is the care and the take of men out of the bit of their soul called Wow for it is the Will of the Wisp and she who runs it is coming to take me for a grift ride to the future of men especially if I want to see how things work out for those who refuse to bow to Christ. Then we just bring back one of them to see if he likes what he is for they will be darkness and deployable by then.
Of course that is for the world left behind in the grill of a ship. For no one who lives on earth doesn’t want sin. It is a comforting lying spirit. One that gives you what you want only it does to you what we call a dirty bit.
Thus the bit of a soul in you is broken into a bit of worthless junk.
Worthless means that which isn’t worth the time and it is junk to even me.
However the future of life is built up of dreams so I’ll say that even that eventually becomes the fist of fury in the sky or the lie of a heart in the arms of time.
So when you think that one man cannot make a difference then think; “What if you could?”
Two words. Get Ready!
09/04/2008
Joel Akin
Luke 21:25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;
We are in for a roar. One big one as the sea is rose up to greet the new way of life. God is about to break out the sea and put us on a clipse and shun or sion way of life.
If you who read this are ready then pray. If you who read this are not then pray.
The rapture of the church is within a time we will call nigh.
Nigh isn’t soon. Soon is within centuries. Nigh is within months or possibly a year or possibly a week plus a year give or take a few days or weeks.
Of course I joke but only in a way. For the WAY of Christ is about to break with signs and wonders and things are going to shake and break and people are going to be seen lying by the side of the road in prayer.
They will find men cannot see and cannot hear. They will find the way of life caught up and they will find they cannot bear the sea without help. Thus the way of life is caught up and the way of life is caught down and the way is done for the sea of life in the sea of sin.
God is going to break out the sea and put down the way and put up the lee and give out a free pass to those who sit in pain. This means freedom to do something which will change the name of life on earth.
If this seems wild think. Who among you wants to see a day of the Lord? A DAY OF THE LORD or day of the Lord is still going to happen and when it does the way of God is going to change those who are free.
The way of life is going to heal the name and God is going to be free to be spoken of and to by those we call politicians. They will see God is real and will hear His name in the sea of life. Men in China and in North of Korea will find they cannot bear the price of shame and will be hounded down and out of power. They will say the same to Putin and to his cab in net and to those of the politburo and to those of the communists of Russia and Cuba and to other people who follow after those ways.
God isn’t going to be mocked. He knows I am ill and knows the enemy wants me uncomfortable in the most comfortable of seats. He wants me hard and broken down by the sea of pain and does not want me to be hurt.
The point of freedom isn’t in the pine or the pint of life but in the freedom to express myself as I wish. The point is that I am still fighting the enemy and will pray God will help you to see.
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