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The story of how I met the Devil 07/17/2008 Joel Akin If the day came when I met the Devil it was like another. I knew he was out there. I knew he would come. I knew he would leave a legacy. One called pain and very much pain. Yet if I say this to those who read it they will laugh. After all who among us really knows who he is? I have a clue only I can only share with you the point. That if the tooth be known then the truth is there also. Now the sea of men is the bitterness of sorrow. Man is the bit in a sore. He is the pight of a clue and the bit of a share. In the bit is the sea and in the pight is the clue. Yet in the tooth is the tech and the nology of the so and the la and the clee. It began like other stories. I was bit by a sin. Only in this case it was the tic of Sin himself. He was Time and he was bit. He hated it. He hated being bit. If there are original parts to the Devil most of us are it. We are part of the story of his career. We are part of the story of his bite. We all, and I mean all, have been bit. Only I had a bite on him. One he could not figure. How did I escape his glance? It seemed I was the invisible man. I was the one who had a lean on his ent. That meant my ent and its nature were broke. Being broke meant if you wished to lean on me you had to bite what I owed. Who wanted to buy a brokent? Of course if you were a newsman looking for a story you could find it out there in Brokeaw or something like that. A story unlike any other. True. Only I could not prove it. At least not to this time. The problem was I was bit by a devil and his lenions and it was the mess of a sore. One that bit me in the back and in the neck. I was bit so hard I became the mess of a man. I became a mess of a person. I became a mess. One so messy that I became an utter slob. Being a slob is part of the pattern of life. All of us have a pattern. We follow it to a t. Yet I was one who had a pattern that we will say didn’t quite fit. I just flowed. I went from job to job and place to place and I became. I could flow into the eternal and I did. I could flow to the external and I did. I could be lonely. I was. I could be with people. I was. Then I got sick and sickness carried me to utter myth. I was changed. I was made. I became. Then it was the sigh of a man. One caught in a story. One messed up. Yet I was part of the story of how God made. He put me into the sea of men and made me a part. Then He took me out. He let me become. Yet He who was God didn’t fix. He let. Thus the ent in me was broke and sorry for life. I wept like a willow. I went to the sea and rang the bell. I went to the cry and became a sigh. All because I could not sign a lease. One which put me into bondage. That is to the world. Being put in bondage was the price of going somewhere and doing something out of character. Everyone did it. I just flowed even when I went to the pop rock of choice. Even then I did what was natural. Yet natural is the sign of life in a dead soul. Natural is the choice of men who are rock and solid. Choice is when I do what is wrong even when it is right. In other words I help and I get in trouble. Help is when you sleep on it and can’t awake. Awake I sleep but when I do I get faint. Thus I was caught unaware when the Devil finally took notice. He is the price of life for those who had a friend in the sea. In other words all men were in the bite of the Devil. Everyone. They all had the bite on them. Everyone. Of course you who are Christian will answer “Not me!”. You would be right only if God showed you that you were free of the sin of life. I was. Only I was free of it because God made me free. That is something you can’t do on your own. Only the Devil wants you to think so. It was the central lie. One which he pertained to in every way. He had us think we were born anew without any help but God. Yet we had to have a gift and it was the price of life for those who had been made distinct. Yet we prided ourselves on being new in Christ. All without a shout or grip on the throne of God. There were those who prayed for decades to be filled with the Holy Spirit. I did and I didn’t. I went into it with a grip of age. I went to the throne in a room in college and became filled in a moment. Only then I was bit by a sea of time. I was bit by a Spirit of life and yet it was a spirit of time or Time. If I say it then you will think I became possessed but it was by God. How can things happen to me? I am a man. One who is among millions to chose by. Yet God made me a story. One which will be made for the millions to come. Those who chose to read it. Those who choose to produce. It will be a story unlike any in the history of time or Time. Yet it is the story you will see in a man who did nothing. I became a friend to God. One who went and sold his soul to the devil and Devil. That is God. How? By being Himself. Of course that selling part is a play on words to get your rancor up. After all who is rancor? How about the one who runs on the wall like a troop? That is me in the story. I get to be rancor. The one who had a heart for God. I went to the God of creation and I became a man of troop and sea and city. I took on the nature of God in all things. Then I became the mature and maturi of sigh and relief. All because God was the sea of men. Then I overcame that God and so on until I had beat all those false Gods and gods and goddesses. I then went on to become the price of life. After that I went to the sea and took on the bright light. I became a man. I took on grip and soul and then I went to the soul of men. I became a price is right for the carry on of souls. Drew. He was the price of a man who made a slightly bitter brew. He was the brew dull and carry. Then it became the man of price is right and he found his soul. He came to care for people. All this is part of the story only I am part of it. I am part of it to the degree God brought me to a man of faith. Time. He put Time into my life. He put him into my soul. He put him into my way. I followed the clock and became a mature I or Maturi man. A man caught in a race to explain why for the world had changed. Only no one knew it. I was part of the story. I was part of it in a big way then but didn’t know it. I was part of the grip of a story called the Anubis chair and it became a riot in LA. Only that is how things work in the spirit realm. I called it a chair or a box only it really was a box. One called by God to be the box of Pan. Only the box of Pan turned into a box called Anubis and the story of the heart. Only the heart turned into a cosmic race to find the lost sea of time and Time. For then it was the race of men. They had found me and found I was serious. They didn’t know that Pan was real. They had to find that out before it became the end of day and that was fast approaching. I am a man only one who is caught in the grip of Time and time. I overcame all things up to the Devil. That was the price of all that was. Then I had to fight for the price of life for the one token the Devil had left was a broken tooth. Only it was the soul of all things in the sea and in the men of the age. In a week or two the doctor we call the dentist will begin to manipulate it and cut it open. Then it will be lost. The Psalter. The only piece of technology made to last for all eternity. It was the Psalter which was in the tooth. The most valued piece of land and piece of technology known to exist. It was the original part of the story. The first piece of technology to live. It held the core of Time and time and time smaller to the point of code and x. Only I had it built into me and if the tooth were lost I would be the only one left who could reason out the name of the Father and His Coast to Coast organization. Of course the Father isn’t God but is the price of Time in a Noory way. Finally if you think me a crazy man then write me and tell me. I am after all one of the prices of the Time. For if I have the Psalter in the tooth cutting it won’t change it. However breaking it open will release the spiritual side of things in all existence. That will help to bring on the flood spoken of in Revelation. And of course the Devils way of doing things is so dumb that to destroy the world isn’t my way of saying I’m a bad guy. I just decided to pray. Of course you came to read about the rapture. You wanted to know if Jesus were coming. He is only He who is Christ has to come as a thief. So we have to steal the wealth of the raptured ones. They are the wealth of the wicked which was laid up for the wealth of the saints. Only no one became one, at least not since the Elves came. They had to replace the final piece in the earth. It was ready to rebound off into cosmic allegory and that is when Al Gore and the Rithm of life steps forth to say “I don’t get it”. After all if I am really here then out there is someone watching. They know. They know. They know. Of course they look for repetition in the soul of a man. If a man repeats ‘I blow’ more then once then it is the sign of the end times. Of course I go nuclear then it is a real threat. So I say to those who have power in this world to pray for me. Better yet send me a check so I can balance out the Psalter in my tooth. If it cracks then so goes the world.
In the brink of a miracle 07/11/2008 Joel Akin It is the best and the worst, of time. In the beginning I was a man. In the soul I was a cry. I came to the sea, I went to the be and the bee, then I was called dead. I went to men to pray and they were men but not in the sea only in the tea. Of course this all sounds like a mystery of a madman; one who is broken up inside. That is true, at least about being broken. I am hurt. I am crushed. I am without help. Yet in the sea of bandages of the soul I am still here. I am still a man. I am still a war torn hero of life. Yet if you who read this wonder then wonder for me in this; that if I am a man why then do things happen to me? For if I am in prayer things should be dead. Things should be quiet. Yet in my heart I hear the totality of God. I hear the voice of the father. I hear the voice of the Spirit. I hear the voice of Jesus. I hear the voice of His Heart. I hear. Yet in the hearing I hear the other side. I hear the voice of life. I hear the voice of man. I hear the cry of the sea of men who are wot this world is all about. WOT or WORLD OVER TIME! What is wot? Why is wot important? The answer is to come. The answer is to arrive. For wot is the world of the Lord. WOT is the World Of The Lord. We might call it WOTL or wattle but in the brush of the daub is the mud to make a new way of life. For in the mud is the secret of clay. In the clay is the secret of time. In clay is the measure of the man. He is the one who wants to ignore clay yet it is the secret of life. I hear and I see and I daub. I hear a little and I daub. I daub at the sea of men. I daub upon the wot and the wattle and I pray. I pray for you. I pray for all those who are in the world. I pray. I seek and I become a measure of the force of things yet to arrive. In the strangeness is the sea of men only I feel it from the perspective of pain. In pain no one wants strange. In pain we all want it to be like it was. We want back the day of prosperity when we could do things without it. We go into it with pain and sorrow and it carries out like wave after soul of wave. It wrecks us on the shore and the sore. It carries us to the wee and the we and the pee and pea and into the sea of men. It is the sea which is the pea of knowledge. It is the pea which is the division of the Atom and the sea which will one day divide us as people. The sea will divide us so we can learn to get along. Once we see how God works it out you and I will each have a lake and a tree to pull our fruit. It will be a tree of life. It will be a tree of time. It will be a tree to see. Who among us can see? Who among us can know? For if the blind man sees with pain he also wrecks his knee on the altar of life. He bows to the sea of time and goes to the altar to rest. In the altar is the way of life. The altar is the way of time. The altar is the way of men. The altar is the way of a season of prayer. For the altar is where a man goes to lie upon the reflex without reflux or pain. He goes there to throw himself down and he cries to the sea “Who am I?” For if we are God who among us can comfort us? We see the world as best approaches and yet we reproach all those who come to us for comfort. We cast them down. We carry them to men and they curse and joke they are bought with a price. We see they hold fast the way with lies of men and that is the world of lies. They hold the lie in their hand and they call it lie and the man a liar. He is a liar of song and a liar of God. Yet if the sea of men were to write the soul of the bandaged man who would hear his mayday among you? Who would hear his cry? For if I wrote for him and I wrote for his soul then I would perform a duty. I would perform it as a may or a day. I would cry out to you as Wisdom. I would cry to you in the heart of a man. I would say that life is hell. I would say that no one knows the pain and the sorrow of men in general. Most of us assume we can bear the hell to come yet we lie. We can’t. We can’t. We bear it to the sea of the fire and we burn for our sin. We carry sin to the sea and he burns his heart in cries of repentance. He who is sin is the man who burns for his traitorousness and yet in the sea is the cry of life. In the cry is the cry of a man who prays for God to help. Yet if I, who am Wisdom, cannot rise out of the sea and carry a man to help who can? Can you? Can you who have life do so? Can you raise a man up to help? Don’t you also have pain? Don’t you also have sorrow? Don’t you also see the darkness surrounding? Don’t you? I find this because I have failed. I see myself as a man of failure. I see myself as the worst of men. Not the worst of all but among the worst. I cry day and night for God to have mercy on my soul. And those who read this wonder because most don’t see their failure as I do. Yet if you came to read of the rapture then here it is. The Day of the Lord is the DOT in the sea of motes. It is the cry of a man who is without help. Who among you will raise up a pen? Who among you will write? It is as if the sea of hearts cries out for life and the sea of the way is the day of time. I finish with a blessing on those who write. A curse isn’t the day of men or time. I don’t curse. I carry you with prayer for the day of sin is small. The day of sin or Sin is big if in SIN or SATAN but only if he remains stubborn to the end. Now as to the color scale blue is still on. Blue is the bit of life still to come. Blue is the hope and dream in completion. Blue is going to be in the sea but when it rises up you who are men of earth will see why it is blue. It is blue like the color of a star. It is blue in the sense of life. The point of other colors is to correspond with glow of a light at a stop. If green it is ready to go and if red then time to stop. If yellow then either speed up or stop. Of course that is like Red so wait. Then when the speed of light is done and all things are bought and paid for then those who remain will be caught up to the AR of N and that is like the eagle. It is the eagle of the sea and the eagle of the people of Norway. It is the power of light in the sea of time.
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.
The failure of the church to pray 06/06/2008 Joel Akin
In a vision I had a dream of a vast blue light. It was big. Then it exploded. The explosion expanded. Then it grew. Then it spread as a ripple. Then it expanded to fill the abyss itself. We think the abyss is small but it was the size of all. All is the price of time. All is the price of the sea. In the be there was a gin and the gin was a wheel. It spread itself across the bill of all price. It carried a sea and a way. One was to the sea and the other to a mountain. When the mountain came to the bit of time called time it bit. The bit was so big it became a thought that became a wit. The wit was a woman. She came to be. However she was Wisdom. Wisdom was the source of try and desist. She was the bitter reply to the gin. Wisdom was a wit. She was surrounded by wits. They all prized their life as much as you. Some perhaps even more. Yet one of them said “If I am to survive on me then I am nothing.” After all being stranded wasn’t the idea of life. So Be took the g in and began. To begin is after we began. Began is what came with the father but it was the side of the North. The side of the North was bit and there were those who were pried out of the sea. They were bit. Bit meant carted down to the bill of hell. There they were carried into the bit of a race called devils. Like all of us they were held in bondage. They were pried out of the deep. All of them had a name for the sea. Vast. Part of the blue was the light of this pry. That is I was given a glimpse of God. So far though I didn’t see I only saw the light of our meeting. It was brighter then all of the abyss. To put that into perspective is to put our universe in the place. It would produce in its explosion a drop. One single star. That is why it won’t explode. It isn’t enough. Now we live in a world separated from God. Jesus was real. He did come. He will come. Yet we are separated by the gulf. Once, when Jesus rose out of the grave, there were those with a vast and cosmic craft called Heaven to meet him.” He really did bid us goodbye. He really did do some things while he was here. For in that ship were smaller craft. Each capable of moving mountains. Yet if that seems like craft of a lie remember Heaven is a ship. I said it. I tell you things I know to be fact. Yet if we as Christian think it will just be a floating hill or a little mountain think. How can it be a quarter the size of the earth and still be small? For if it were to fold down out of space it would rip us apart. We are small to it. The point is to be in readiness. I saw God in the vision. He and I met in a tete to tete or head to head spark. That was faith. Faith is ultimate. Faith is ultimate when you find He who is the Father. Now if I title it a failure to pray the point is made. We are all lacking in prayer. I pray but without edification. I fight with spiritual forces. Only they are bent in time. God can and does reach through cosmic space to speak to us. He can. He will. It is up to us to listen. Find a way to be alone. Find a way to relax. Listen to quiet and soft and gentle music. Create a realm where you are in the body of a person who can relax. Then find a way to be in life. Let the thought come. Let God speak. Don’t be afraid. When you hear just say “Joel says hello”. Finally do what is right. Pray each day. Pray without ceasing. Give God your life and when it is done in teaching He will reveal His work. That is He will show the world “Here is the person I’ve been teaching.”
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Condition Blue-Around the earth is the Van Allen Belt. Look for a change in this as the time of blue approaches. For it will begin to shimmer with glory and with life. For the Van Allen belt is meant to hold the girth of the heart and the heart is the healing of those things which are of the mind. The time of Blue is the time to change the heart towards the things of God. Seek and you will see this as it arrives upon the wings of change. Joel Akin May 4, 2007 Update: there will be a change in the Van Allen Belt circling earth. It won’t be impact on earth itself but on the belt around the earth. Similar to the aurora borealis. |
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02/15/2008 The way of God 1/10/2008 Stalling until God gets a way back 12/28/2007 Selling rapture as a bad idea |
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