The take of the lie

07/02/2008

Joel Akin

Someone wrote to me with a thought. It was, “If time were to be no more what does this mean?”

To answer is to request a break. For the break is to give up on the lie. The lie that I am not able to make a difference in what happens. I am here to tell you that I have helped to make the rapture. I have helped to open the way. I have helped.

Yet if you were to ask people they would say “We are helpless.” Then if you were to ask “Are you meant to prepare?” the answer would be yes. Yet we feel preparation is like a train that goes to the star and says “I wish I had a friend in heaven.” It would be a friend who would see that I would not condemn nor hurt but on occasion I do. Not for lack of faith but for pain. Now of course pain is the price of time and Time is the price of an elf. If Time were an elf and if the Spirit of God were like Santa then who would wish us well? The God of all Gods who would be the one part Spirit, one part life and one part hope or even Hope. However for that to make sense we’d have to see that God can fill a woman in the heart to become the bastion of life in the air. A spirit of the air or a Spirit of the heart. The heart would then be Heart or even HEART and that would be a way of saying that I fought for life to be in heart. I didn’t give up on those things but I did leave them up to God.

Now the point of the rapture is a point in sea and life. Jesus went to Peter and rode upon the ship. He slept on board and we always see him as a man who is riding in the open. Yet if Peter were a captain then a captain he would be. Behind the hill or turret of life. The hill was the word used to corporate and it was a hill of life in the sea when men went down to the bottom and rode up to the top.

In those days men had a gift called “Break open the way to life.” It was a way for Time to come and bring in the gift of the Lord to those who fought for it. Of course the “All your might” was meant to carry in the help of those around. However in my case I can’t just call up those who are in want or in ability to give. I want to but most are busy with things they cannot measure. Things they have a tough time answering.

I have been in the sea of sorrow for so many years that I don’t know what joy unspeakable and full of glory is like. I know if you see me as a man who prays and prays and prays this should be the reason but it seems I face trial and tribulation. Not on a level unbreakable just on a level unspeakable.

In the body of life are those we call the unspeakable men of old. They were in the lee of life and came to it with understanding. When they tried to break out of life they found God had been there. He had a way of dying to the old and making all things new. Only he did it in a moment of time so we thought nothing had really happened. Only to God it was a chance to take a break and do something called destroy and often with prejudice. For if the old were of things that were dark then the new were of things of hope. And if there were a bastion of hope it was the old ancient Bast who was goddess of ancient Egypt. Of course I don’t recommend ordering you to worship what she is only to point out she had a name that came to us in the order of the word bastion. It means a strength of time and a place to stand on. For the Ard it was the impossible quest for who could stand on the bow especially if it were made of particles of light? The only way to answer that is to see her as the guide to the people of time and Time. She was the base of a function. She was the process of a moment. She had a mom who was the base of an ancient hoar or Hoar and Frost. I had a dream of both of them. She who was the eldest years ago when she and a ship landed on earth. Then over the years a daughter. Both a cat and a woman. One who threw me down from the bow because I was simple and couldn’t stand. At least not for long.

The point is they were members of the Royal and that is the Family of the Living God. He was the price of people who suffered indignity. They were those who went to the bee and sold their soul to the poll of the honey in exchange for life in the deep. They were the corp or body of the sea but today we simple called them dead men and women. They appeared in dream after dream because they were in the leaf or the grave covering. Of course that turned out to be the place I live here in Calgary.

Calgary is a mystery. It is part of the sea below called Bearpaw and part of the dream of time as it will be in Hope. She and the super judges of time wore out all the grip on the sea and came up to the point of men where we just sat and did our thing. We were not interested in the status of life. Not out of life that is.

So we live in the grave of the cloth and that is the cloth covering the private and the nature of time. So when these things are brought up to God he will tell us that the pace of life goes on and the pill of life will soon be less fragile. Thus the teeth won’t be on edge and the people will be nicer to me.

All in all it is the price of life in the sea and in the lay of the land that is being dealt with in me. I am on the right path. I am doing the right thing and am in the path leading to Time and Life with the Father. He is ready to pour out all things. He is waiting for me to be free in the body and in the Heart before so I can appreciate all that is in the sea of life.