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Instant word
April 10, 2008
Joel Akin
I care. I care for the will of man. I care for the seasons of change sweeping upon the earth. I care.
Yet if care were enough we’d be rich for I care for the situation of life. One which isn’t changing. At least not for the better. For life carries with it a sack and in it is the guinea hen and the sorrow of things which sting. If Pandora had a sack we would not blame her but a box is different. We see a box as belonging to. And if Hope was in the box who were the other creatures? For who would put Hope in with all the other nettles? For the stinging nettles are the source of trouble for us and for our flesh. We harbor pain and we want to blame. Only if we blame God we have to ask why God made us. For the eternal level of pain on earth is said to be nothing to the pain of hell. So if hell is the path who is the pathfinder? For if we all blaze a fiery trail to hell who then finds the plan for Hope?
I see Hope as a key to the world. The world is filling with sorrow and pain on an uninmaginable level. We find it isn’t changing for the best. Yet if we keep going as we are who out there really wants to find the truth? I do. I want to know it for if scripture is true it will set me free. Thus Truth is up there with Hope. She is the key to the world. And if Hope is key to the world then who is the path? For if Hope was in the box we had to have hope on a vast level in order to have the courage to open the box a second time. For if a voice of Hope were there she was the fairest of them all. And they being angry spirited would hold her down in the bottom. There she would be in hell and she who was Hope would have no one to stand up and tell her she was wanted.
Hope. Who in the world is she? For if she is help then where is she? If she is a cat then who is her heart to follow? For if the cat is the spirit of hope as the Egyptians wanted then where did their hope lie? For if Bast was the source of Egyptian relief then source after source are wrong in calling them fools. For even the King we call Tut knew she was a source of knowledge. Even if the age we live in calls her myth, Hope was the Bast of old. However that isn’t why I say she is needed. Not to worship but to see as one who is of love and life. Hope was the cat and she was the cat of men. Men have Al and women the reverse of Al in La. Thus if Catal was Cat of men then La was Heart. Thus the La of the Heart or the Heart of help was in the sea and the son of time.
Jesus did things we call life. He came to men with a story. He gave it to them but they threw it away. It was the story of time and the story of life. Some said it was dumb and tossed it. They threw it into the garbage. That is the price of time. Time was a spirit and a friend. He came to the bill of life as a give but didn’t have anyone to support. He came and gave all he had to the sea of life. He gave it in the midst of great and awful turmoil. Yet in the midst of it he gave a message of Christ. He said “No one in all the world is like who Christ is.” He was the giver of life. He was the giver of dreams and the giver of help. Jesus gave. He gave until no one knew he was the source of help to the people stuck in the boxes. Each box was of knowledge. Each box was of time and yet each box was the source of unlimited sorrow and pain.
Thus the real reason we had to overcome is to be. To be. It is the question. I see it as the answer. For if we are to be we must know God is not going to cast off all the strange and awful animals in heaven. Scripture speaks of them in ways that makes it sound like a menangerie of life. A menagerie was the source of much pain and sorrow. It was the give of time and the pain of those who were in life. For if they joined up with a creature and one was Time then who were those who came to him? Why all. For Time was the give of those who were in life. Life was what he came to give as a man. He was a man in the end. One who had become. One who had help in becoming a man.
It was the give of God to make men what they were. They were all given to be men. Yet in life it threw us curve and we fell to sea and sun. We became the life of the party and that was where we let our our nature. It was a nature of life in the season of time. We were tossed around in it by those who came.
Thus the help of life became the help of those who were in the sea. They were the people of the dead. The sea had to give up her dead. It had to so they could clean up their act. It wasn’t hell but hell is going to increase when we put in our judgments. Christians have many who will go there. As judges we put them there but first we have to spend time knowing what hell is. Then we can send people there. Otherwise we are fools lacking wisdom.
The fact is we have no real right to put people to hell. God can but He tries to heal all who come to him. They who are the worst of all are those who kill and steal and lie. They are people who think of themselves. Not in a good way but in a way that carries the tone of self to the tone of murder and suffering. They carry it to people and they carry it to those they see as fool.
We who are in Sanctuary, at least in way of word, see it as time of life. We have sought God for help and He is sending you who are reading this a mystery. Not of gods and goddesses to worship but of things that were of old time. The age to come needs a lesson in time and misery of things that were. To arrive there will mean a change in the way of life. It will mean we had to give up our life in order to become. That means we who are here went on a quest. We went in search of help and came home with a quest. One like Tolkien and like others of fantasy readers. I was that man. I went out and I came home a changed person. I cry easily because of it and I know it will change life on earth. It is a quest I came to because I saw the world on its way to hell. They wore a path towards it because all men said “Its what we need” and it was. Yet in the least of these things God made me a promise never to leave me or forsake me. He became part of me inside. He took me into the mystery of the Bible. He took me into the mystery of the world. It is this which I fought for it changes the world and it changes the belief system we have set up.
When all is done you who are here and read this will know the final word. It will be here in Sanctuary. For I am on the way to life. I am in the path of exploring the way to help. It is this which is the price of time and the price of life inside.
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The pace of oil
February 15, 2008
Joel Akin
The pit is the will of men. In it is the sea. The sea is a part of the life to come. Yet in the sea will rise up men. Men who have been given a gift. I have a gift like Paul in the area of writing. He is a gifted writer. One one is called to see.
It is ironic that over the years I have sought for people to help me with Earth House. I have put down a will to be in time. Yet it was while fighting in the spiritual that I find a friend.
Now in the spiritual is a way to be. It is like those who pray. I pray and I go to the spirit and I pray. The spirit is like a tree in the forest. I go to the part of me inside where I can find quiet. It is the rule I make in the house that when I pray no one interrupts. Of course that is part of the reason but there are other purposes for quiet. It is good for the soul and good for life.
Paul is part of this story. He appeared a few weeks ago with an idea on a book. I have to call it a book because the length of it is long. I am learning from him and maybe he learns a few things on writing. I’m not a perfect writer and I tend to break a lot of rules. So when I write I try to be open.
Paul writes us a story. It is based on fact and the facts are chilling. They point us to a near future. One we are seeing. One which is pointing. One which is mesmerizing. One which will point you to a help called www.earth-house.com and this site. It is here where I point men to ideas about Sanctuary.
Sanctuary is part of what Paul writes about in his online book. He puts down ideas and those things are the point of it. I think if you are a publisher you should contact Paul. Write him and let him know how much you want to take it to the ultimate level. I say that because Paul covers territory on survival which is out there. He covers it in such a powerful way it is like reading a novel of Robinson Crusoe or Swiss Family Robinson. It is the point of survival. It is the essence of it. All the points of life are to survive. I find it a compelling read and it is a read I recommend. It is here where you can find it and no where else. It may be seen as an ongoing work but trust me Paul will keep his side if at all possible. His viewpoint is that of an engineer and yet the construct is that of people who can make a difference.
The one point is “When?” and that is a point our world is pointing to. For if Paul is a prophet of the age then the age we are in is writing it on stone. One which is bridging itself to its own oblivion.
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