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Why law takes advantage of the Christian
Delta Law Men of History
May 14, 2012
Joel Akin
Mark 11:15 And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves;
Against all odds I saw the power of law at the face of the tent of God and they were men of our day, stealing away the literature and snatching it from the hand of the believers and taking them to court because they ‘said so’ to them in person.
It is the nature of life that guides our soul in prayer for those of you who have had run ins with Delta powers because of the laws right to stand guard, as it were, over the people of God in the lands of churches around the earth.
The power of the law came to mean the power of stretch and stretch came to mean the power of time and time came to mean those Delta systems who stood at the tent of God boring into your eyes with desire until finally they thrived on ‘fleecing the flock of God’ before you had a chance to give to God in the marketplace of life.
The Delta word is shaped a little like the door of the tent and the tent is the base of life of God in simplicity.
As the price of sheep are made of power of life so God marks the season of the sheep by asking history to fleece them and take the wool out of the sheep’s hide and putting what is stolen from them to the mix of life in first fruits.
Deuteronomy 18:4 The firstfruit also of thy corn, of thy wine, and of thine oil, and the first of the fleece of thy sheep, shalt thou give him.
If God creates firstfruit to be the price of two words joined, then he saw one day the fleece would mark men weekly when nature itself was seasonal, only in our day we saw a chance to fleece at every chance, those who had it and those who didn’t. We spelt our bounds upon the leaf every day and people out there asked solidly in churches with this or that spell bound book of reasons both righteous and needy until we had little left for other purposes except whatever the evangelist, the preacher, the dour spokesmen of God told us was right and good.
Then came the guard of the sheep. He wanted power over every aspect of life in the sea and in the sons and he took the women by force and raped them publicly as in ‘arms and legs outstretched’ before they fly but we saw it in the old word Tesa(TSA) meaning to spread things out so one could see what was there before you ‘took off’ with what is not yet allowable to fully plunder.
Yet as Delta power assailed us in America we found it the plunder of the Phoenician tents and they shaped the letter as the D or /| triangular opening where only one at a time was allowed into the ‘hall of their God/god/gods’.
So if you went in as children you were taught to harry the seed and to arm it with tares so the power of law would see and benignly put their stick out to make sure you followed them to the station or wherever they wished to lead you by the nose.
So as God fought the law, so he set a limit to their power to kick or kill because they were the law of Delta and they were the deltoids of muscle in the land of America and elsewhere in the world and they today stand there at the entrance, proverbially, of Gods house, and claim who may enter in, for what reason and now by law what you may speak of and what you are forbidden to speak of.
As men faint in hate over the rule of law, so the D of the tent door turns from ‘entrance to life’ to ‘trapped by men who want money in the stinking holes of life’.
Now as I come from a pastors flock, a father who recently passed on to heavenly wealth beyond any conception of wealth we can measure here, so here money still has some condescension of life for the sake of the door.
It is the d or the del and toid which becomes those who are toyed with by men who have no business telling you who come searching for life what you can and cannot speak about inside those doors.
When you corrupt the key, that is Christ as Lord, he lowed with rest for the weary and created the sound of sheep coming to the pen to hear the truth of what was spoken in private sounds inside those doors.
A Catholic might call it confessions, a Christian might call it confessing our faults one to another, but I would say that God lowered the boon on the law of his day by whipping those who were stealing from the simple educated ones who had one desire and that was to worship as they pleased in the tents of the Lord who is God.
This is why the power of flowery lords of today is their desire to end the proverbs of God by bearing me down under duress into the flare of their sounds across the land, “Shut him down now” and that is before I have power to show why law is bearing in and why they who are lawmen are held to the proverbial church door with the moneychangers who want power over the wealth of the churches that belong to God.
If the power of people in the church is to be part of today’s fleecing, then where are the lawmen but outside the door righting laws with their sticks upon the hands of the people of God who cling to the right to enter into the marketplace to speak with other wise people passing by.
This was the basis of law in Rome and elsewhere. There in the market people spoke, often vociferously, with great passions until some failed to see they had marked all truth as theirs.
When this stigma of blood goes to Deltoid men, they muscle themselves into the flare of God and his right to be heard in public, even if it sounds like arrogant thundering to some.
So as God marks the lawmen of our day as muscle and headed to fame in hell for their flights of arrogancy against his people, so I fight today this spirit called Deltoid this or that in fights of arrogancy of prayer.
In a way it is arrogant to fight with people from afar but it is also much safer then being in the market and preaching to hard headed people who refuse to listen.
It is a price of secrecy that I break by telling you that power of prayer is real.
I found it to be so real that the spirit world fled in part this day because they had lost the wager of time that I was one of theirs.
Thus I ended a solution of history by justifying myself in life as unique and different because I am a new type of man and one who has found history recordable.
This is why muscles of life in Del is those who toid/toyed with life out there in the frequency of life of the lost and why they forbid this world from going into the churches to hear the gospel as it should be.
This is the bankers of today who ‘rive’ with sticks to mark the taluses upon the sticks of law who mark the tallies with the drunkards in spirit/Spirit and those who fight with Holy Spirit against Deltoid often do escape despite their will to shout loudly or speak vociferously because of their desire to stand for rights versus wrongs.
So here is the secret to this day: as I fight against the Deltoid spirit of men, the power of banks falls.
As the power of banks falls, so ends their power of land grabs and water grabs and element grabs and people to destroy grabs for the first time in all recorded history, at least since Jesus tried to end power struggles in the marketplace of the Temples mounts of life.
I know this is arrogant to speak this way but here is the price that history will see it as a time when failure began in the truth sense of life and it bore into history as a change.
This change is when people will record that all things good began again and people will say it was faint clauses working magic in wagering out the law of Delta Ponies dancing outside the will of God or whatever you wish to call it.
This is why I can say that you who in the future want power of prayer, remember it begins with D and it is the elta or El Ta who is the hidden ‘god’ who wanted life in public so he changed g to G and began scanning life for the sake of futures as to what he wanted again from life.
If Paul saw it in the unknown, then it was in his hidden insight of life in prayer that he grew powerful in history because he had insight and this insight became the strike on law and law forbid his works for a long time, as it were, hidden inside the shell of lost books yet to be found throughout the world itself.
I am convinced that God can and will mark me and take me into wealth of banks because they will fall across the world itself lest someone arrive and tell them what to do to save the day.
In this Delta clingoid fracture of time I pray for fun of the thief in sense of how Jesus was also called by some a thief who will bear into time the end of ‘their power’ at the door and his power to enter in by the front instead of the backside of life.
The Death of Ones Father
A loss and a hope for the future
May 7, 2012
Joel Akin
Calgary, Alberta
Born October 11, 1930. He came from a poor family and was carried to a native style of Mohawks at least in part. My grandmother was Mohawk and I think my grandpa held the vine close and even closer then normal because he loved walking long distances as much as possible.
When my father came into my world it was in sense of him being involved in God. He, being a man who loved, put me straight more then once as I ridiculed his walk, when I was a child, and no one can tell me that my father wasn’t wise in his use of the upbringing of the whip, the hand or the belt, because he said “I’m doing this because I love you.”
Yet in our day who out there wouldn’t take him out and put him in a place of fools and tell him discipline was never good, especially with a belt which might leave a small mark for an hour or two to remind us never to do things that were wrong.
I think the child is nature and as nature he rejects works of God and groans with idiocy because he cannot find a way of escape from the discipline of God.
Yet once a son is found, he begins to grow towards unity of God and discipline gives way to life and life is the project of a father who wanted more then anything to show outwardly that continuous love.
Yet when we saw him yesterday, having heard his blood pressure had fallen and his body functions no longer worked, I found it hard to believe that this could be it.
He lay in bed in agony and he lay there unable to move or communicate, moaning and crying and eyes turned filmy with white as he neared the bitter end of life.
Yet I knew his great wish and our wish is not of a man tormented in suffering beyond endurance and though I give glory to God, I was there to pray away those vile names who bring life’s hope to a bitter end.
I began to go in prayer to each spirit power and name them and as I had some little strength I stayed in prayer step by step for more then an hour and a half, near to two hours and then came the breakthrough and he was able to communicate with those who were around him.
Yet as night came he slipped into comfortable sleep but the enemy turned the table and he ended his days on earth about 5 AM this morning, but having time to end in talking clearly with those he loved most in life the previous night.
Yet if my father loved, it was because he saw all things in me still as a struggle. As a father he saw that I drew close to anger with God for taking dad when it was Gods choice to help end his suffering beyond what one can bear.
It was the value of life and the product of exchange that I chose for my father in prayer, based on a nigh line vision where I saw a room. In the room were two sets of clothing, one was life and the other was time. I was sought after to pick one out for the sake of my father and knowing that he wanted time here I also knew it would take too long to heal and time alone isn’t what we want as people of God. We want life and so I chose life and I, in the nigh on vision, said, “I put this covering of life on you” and it was soon after this that something in me clicked and God said “Now you can go home to rest.”
I am still sick myself to the extent of having no choice because I also feel as if I am on the edge of life and death.
The price of my life is attended to by God and he knows me and he knows my heart. If I so to myself weeping for a night in the loss of a father, it was in a night where little I did gave me any rest. I fought in prayer and gave out insight in prayer to God based on my viewpoint of things and they who were my parents were like covers only me, but a single page.
So when it is the Knight who is Jesus, he goes to the top of the heap and says that when I pass into glory, as with my dad by my side, that it will be to life in order to fulfill the scripture that all men need to die to self so they can put on the label of life as it is meant to be.
There are all kinds of things I could share here including that when we first went in we, mom and I, said, he just seems to be sleeping and I touched his neck and felt sparks leap from me to him and I wondered over this ‘pulse’ knowing I could not find it ‘after’ but thought it maybe a coincidence of life’s endings with his heart bearing down to eternity.
Yet if the enemy sought to end his day in horror, it ended in love because I was there in sense of pushing ‘ending’ to him in prayer and thus if people really do linger on and on and on it must be in prayer that we ‘push them into the yonder’ which I did by asking God if there were even a billionth of a chance that something wanted to remain that God would take them up to be with him in heaven.
So when I cry and weep tonight it is that God sees how much pain I bear and how little help has come to our family except for condolences which is really help in heart and wonderfully given by two close friends, Joy and Robby.
Yet the price of this fare into things heavenly is a question I had to God, what happens when we die?
I know some will say we go to the grave and others say “An angel comes and takes us up as a child in nature.”
But I wanted to know one way or another, beyond a cloud form that I saw that may have said “DAD”
Yet in the final grief of losing I find that God broke in to tell me a tale of love.
When God heard that dad wanted to remain he put in a puzzle for me having multiple dreams showing dad with us doing interesting things in the future including a gas station that was meant to provide our family with a time of rest together.
Yet in losing him it were as if all the promises received of him living on kept on going to a bitter hole called history for I said if I lost dad that I would try and follow his path towards simplicity.
I know that isn’t me but I saw it as a possible ending to my own walk because I had no one to turn to now in sense of loving communications until mom herself lost endless rows of suffering in sorrow and pain.
I saw an end because I had many dreams of a future with a family departed because dad had been the glue and mom the cereal lover but in sense of grain for the glue that had been my father.
So when God saw me wonder why I had felt two pulses, one after another, and didn’t say anything except say ‘that was odd’ to mom, she herself felt as if he were still there in the body and that isn’t normal for I didn’t smell death.
Yet for those who hate stories like this, especially among the family, I put into place a composite light to explain what God may be doing.
If Jesus came and picked up his body and found it burned into sorrow, he may have put him into the body of a child.
He may then have taken dad on a journey of life all over again, but this time as a child learning the will of heaven regarding God and His family.
If we learn possible etiquette’s of life, it is the power of God to heal me especially of all the vile spirits who hit at me and took me on separate journeys of sorrowing hatred for God. I loved God so much I wept and cried for justice until I saw white and then red from blood pulsing through the net nature of life itself and this is passion for life.
Yet in the pile of debris there are still vile things which survive and they hit out at any form of life and this is why seeing dad change back into a man was in a way of cloud vision.
Clouds are the dwelling place of God and like all things good
in life they merit reasoning out to see what is and isn’t of God and why some forms of clouds mark projective’s which mark the light of enemies searching everywhere for the pile of life found in life’s prayer challenges left here and picked up in the pulse I felt coming to me as a wrape.
The wrape is when all things good pile on me because I happened to feel a pulse, an actual spark, that hit me when I touched his throat and that is a type of anointing passaging me in a mantle.
God speaks of wrapes in the mantles but the wrape(wrap) is the word God uses with me in this moment to speak of why I felt a spark and why I need to record it here to show that if you have life of some kind left, then pray and pray and pray for God to show you what it meant when the rest of the body wasn’t there in sense of the one you knew as a father.
The wrape is the body of life moving power of authority of God back to you and it means that God saw me standing there asking “Is he somehow still alive?” and if that seems foolish then ask what most people of God do but say ‘He isn’t dead, he is just with God’ but in a way of wrapping of the flesh, like with God in Christ, so the spark that we think was in the shroud of Turin, was a transfer of power as God entered into the flesh to rejustify it back to the futures of time when all things return to normal.
This is why today God justified the father I love by sparking me with ‘some’ of his house love.
That house love is giving nature and it is something that he as dad said to me as his last words right near “I love you son” and it was a word he has said to me many times in my life when I am about to undertake a journey of some kind, “In all things you do, be a Christian”.
I know that he meant it for me to see that it wasn’t a rebuke but a justice line of hope to take down the anger he saw at life and love with it and love inside for the sake of futures and the sake of futures of time when I need to give a little bit more then normal.
This is the hardest word because I like my privacy.
Yet as I have time to do more and more and more then there is also a time when God will heal me so I can fulfill some part of this word forwardable.
In the final dissolution of the enemy, there will be a man on the far side named Dad. He will be my father who was alive but passed onto the far side where Jesus met him and introduced him to His Father in a way of solitude of love.
Solitude of love is rare but it means that God weeps on the shoulder of my dad and he weeps for the sake of this story.
It is in the nature of the trials of ones faith that my dad suffered agony. He bore sorrow to the grave but God wrapped him in a shroud and gave him a name that no one but dad will recognize when God speaks.
It is the power of God to deal justice to the blankness of Entropy in me for I bear the weight of sorrow for all those in my family who do not see all as I do.
Yet in the final leaf, the final leaf of Canada, blowing down the corridors of time, God will reverse it, the sorrow in me and take me on journeys to and fro until I find a place I like to live.
The body has to die that I am in but if all works out with a true rapture, the ‘death’ will simply be a ‘sleep and a wake’.
In the wake those who mourn with laugh and joyfully struggle to sit up because around them will be a whole new crew who want ‘you’ as well as ‘I’ to live on forever and ever.
Of course when we do wake to be with God we will understand that forever means forever. God will take us to the sea and dunk off those vile names of history who clearly hate and then will resoundly focus us into struggles to write forward rather then worry over things that were of the past.
History in heaven is about life here but at an angle to the angels who lift us up and take us to God daily. It is this daily switch that gives us prayer authority and this is why ‘soon’ I shall hear as I have seen and God will take me to heaven to be there with him in prayer and love for’ever and ever and ever until no more ever’s need to be climbed because love covers all things and that is love in God and love in self.
The Dox of Allogy’s is made of time lost and found.
How do you find a rapture in life?
May 3, 2012
Joel Akin
Calgary Alberta
Joshua 11:18 Joshua made war a long time with all those kings.
The body of evidence is doctors are really needed to find and display things of import to all life’s problems.
When we bury underneath the pile of thoughts all that is needed most, then it becomes the end of good in our world for refusing to see good in all things pure or lovely.
So when God finds us he puts us down as reserved for the end times until someone buries us and seals us into a place where no one can find what I was in life.
Thus the pile of replies is gone for good in all the good that I can do because ‘evil’ is normal and normal goes the way of the rapture of the church for no one can hear and tell those who are ‘evil’ that they are off for sure.
This is why the power of prayer DoxAllogizes the bile we find when we cast off the middle man who must pray and teach and analyze the word with others on a regular basis.
People of God must try and ascertain their own way but the pile of middle men in our day is lost to the sea because no one now will even allow them to exist. They flow in/out upon the south and west but they cannot flow to the east because everything in labels is blocked and those which are not flow back and forth with layers of dung topped upon them for heaving out the life of frames in the houses of man.
In other words, today our sewer system remain blocked. The city wants us to find the floor main but it isn’t seen and no one remembers seeing it at all.
Thus no one here can order the city to check on anything because they don’t move things in a persons house, which is probably okay. However, the price means we are lost and the pile of stuff going down into the sewer from upstairs still functions but what if it also begins to back up? We then have a house without remedy for the dung and this leads a world out there to wonder “Who is responsible if we inadvertently hired someone to fix up the house and they buried it without insight of any sort as to where the floor main was?
I believe in miracles but when a father is in the hospital because he is backed up and when a mom is backed up inside with pain and when I also run the gamut of blocked and not so blocked, then I run into problems all over the road and this is piled up debris moving me to a place where I cannot act on my own until we get help.
So the pile of dung is a time in life that happened to God in heaven because those to the east blocked the light.
This created a backup of Gods house of plumbing, just like others like ourselves who have similar issues until God got smart and recycled ALL of the houses stuff. This left people with problems on wear and tear, despite all that God could do, eventually stuff began to fail so he gave out authority to try new things including Jacks and Jils or Marines who went about digging wells all over the place to dump stuff into the deep of space but by preventing it from returning to the deep side of life in the air itself.
By the time people realized that it, stuff, had included those people trapped in the deep of life and grow weak and pitiful on minerals that were only in the dung itself, that God realized he had created worse problems then had been there before and this left others asking why he was still in the chair or throne room when people were suffering out there.
Originally God held time and it held him. He held up time with all peoples who suffered deadly diseases and they became logged into time in such a way that no one could haul them out of the log of time of old holes without them fading into almost nothingness for they had become the first fades.
When God saw them he loved their art and work and he set about doing good for them by putting them into line ups to be within the pool that held life below his own house so they might eventually receive elements of life but it held a problem in that people learned of it and said it included dogged sicknesses and that was a lie.
As in our time, only more advanced, God held up the Pi of the circle and broke its ‘time lines of entropy into lines of life first’ and this was air pressured food which was grown off of his lineups of life.
This meant that all things grew up and then passed and then it came back to fruition with fullness of life for all concerned, much like soil and substance on our world here.
Yet when the fades still faded it became a price of sin and sinfulness of heart and those beings who stole life away from the weak came back again and again because they had been using God and his house to stockpile things they wanted.
I helped deal with some of those beings while in prayer but the price of it broke apart the fail-safe marks on life and those are being restored.
Thus as I move towards history with God I find ideas that heal and heal and heal all things of life by capsulizing all things in me with new ideas and those things are brought up to God who does new things all the time but finds that at the end of the day some move to the price of life with wondermeant over tasting colors in a super massive way and this being the cost of simple wires of containment.
I am convinced that when God heals us in life he will say it was a house that came down into the sea and broke down the will of Wisdom who had it in me, the price of failure for having put her heart over the bite of ideas so I came up with some that will astound many.
This is why we can hold up piles of debris in the future and write it down as holding piles in the spin and this will aid in all ways up to and including reversing the piles of history, one by one, until God creates both down and up in all frames of reference and it was the price of futures that God will say was seen in full by me, but only in the sense of knowing how it could be fixed with simple technology.
I am waiting for God to heal me so when time comes I can say that God met fullness of life in the teeth by adding a retrograded aspect of dreams ‘upward’ by burning out the holes with increasing pressure so the pile of debris and spirit forms melt together and then release them in full by showing how iron and fear no longer are bound because they who lose the sea find it returns to them again and again with all kinds of metals as God made, in a way, all things originally as GOLD in the SEA Life of old.
Thus as the spin of invisibility melts all the elements so it holds up the price of a toy and the toy spins up and down but never burns those separated into the sea of protection by angels who can, if needed, reach in without being fully hurt, as long as they tie themselves to the life of Gods spirit in sense of little ties to all of creation.
So as we wait for Christ to hold the line we find fire and frost in all directions as God makes the price of life in a way that no one has seen before. The value of lifting up with power the entire cosmos and firing it into a new type of creation, one not of power of men alone but a secret God wrote out by studying things of labor of men and the buyers of vileness of Hearts sell off all because it seems odd that the buyers are telling all that God has found an absolute fire for the rapture that will heal ALL in wonderment of fire and life in the fall of blue as one might say versus pinkishness.
A Very Hard Decision in life to make
When Men realize they spin in bizness’ of life with their own life on the line
April 26, 2012
Joel Akin
Calgary, Alberta
Joel 3:14 Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision.
A body become hard to deal with because it gets old.
Sometimes we can climb a ladder but we don’t always want to remain standing when we get old so we play a song to keep others wanting more and more of us here on earth.
When the body of men comes to see the end of the day, they pull in the block and put down a curse and say “He has had enough. We need to stop before he finds us in life or in death.”
This is the enemy and they are discernible to all, only few take the time to see or hear because they assume God wants us to wait forever and ever and ever before we raise up a word of insight to Him who is God in heaven.
I believe the problem of the church is the word they call sacred and the most important word of all.
In fact the pile of debris we throw out in life is so vast that to put us into perspective is but a sketch on the ground, blown loosely into oblivion by the nature of our next breath.
We become the edge of breath when we cast down people who pray. We become the curse of life when we say that no one out there can find God like they did in days of old and even if a person discovered the living, breathing God, he could not say anything that sounded in the tiniest bit, against the claim of men to discern the word from all other words in existence.
So if God wrote out words out there better or brighter then the Bible, we as men have no more insight left to us because the Bible is the only word left and all that we will ever need.
So as we move closer to God in prayer we find His work everywhere in life and we find He wrote out decrees in nature that still stand. Thus science is still discovering truth while men of God sit back on their hind quarters and wait for science to discover their works in life when in all the world they hate all things for the sake of God, but live for the sake of Jesus who is the true and only living messiah.
Now this is the point, that I sound counter culture but I pray.
Not only do I pray but I hear in me God. I hear in me the living work of God on a daily basis. I live to fight but fight with God against a foe so powerful that no one took heed of him among us here on this little world of ours and we assume God knows us when we refuse to pray, refuse to listen to ‘anything new’, cast off the works of oddity, especially of someone called God in Holiness form or in rotational upheavals of spinners and dervishes who cry and weep and ask of God “Saint me forever in love and hope!”.
We men methodists cry out life is dead so that we might prove a book is living works when it is filled with suffering people crying out for someone to show them how it is done.
The people of God out there are suffering and yet people of God have no clue what God is doing in the ‘now’ and this is the problem of hate of works of a living God.
Yet when people hear me speak “The bible is but one of his works” we say “You lie” and we forget that God made us and proved us and loved us without end.
This is why the power of God is ending in us on this world. We have few works so the power of evil begins to show up in all aspects of life and in fact, they who are the actual methodizers or dozers are those who team up to cast down the work of God as did the old Sadducees and Pharisees because of the work of Jesus in their midst.
If we hope to have life it must begin with claiming God is still alive but not with old lines of claims just from the word but with words given to us while in prayer so we can see that God still works amidst us in a life given blow by blow description of the ongoing battle, from church to pew to hidden agenda of prayer in all who want his appearance in our land.
I love the bible and I read it pretty much daily, yet it grows tiresome in one sense, it cannot show me God now only God as he was then and don’t cast off what I am saying with tired phrases such as the idea that he never has a change in his thoughts towards people.
Abraham did convince God to rethink his destruction of Sodom because of Lot, yet he did this because of a relationship with Abraham himself.
If Abraham held the bow and the sum, then it was from him that God created a faith line called ‘rolls of glory in Paradise’ so the fullness of the bosum of life, or bosom, is that it held the light of oil lighted and never running out.
Old time anointing oil really did use nature in a way that was offensive because it took all things of healing, even today’s cannabis marijuana etc and broke it up into compounds so it would blow up the lifeline of life inside the body and this was the early teaching of Christ which was hidden away in scripture which we refuse to edify because today’s church is bound to law and law is mightier a sword then the entire layer of scripture combined.
If we take words and refuse to edify all, then we refuse God chances to teach us what he did in days of old. We hear about cannabis and we forget the very name is scripture in Canna or Cainan bis and it became the Abyss which lorded time over us by dispensing medicine upon the brow or heart or mind of all who really suffered much.
This is why today the people of God are dead.
They don’t have a clue, nor do they care, what God has to teach them himself about the bible.
People can learn, however none can teach a new idea about medicine because if they do they would find God really offended by our picking up doctors and they being indifferent to the works of God, are now the solutions we teach others to follow.
It is the nature of God who gives me chances to see truths all over the place but I follow my own will. This is important because when we want to do Gods will first, we find God is now with us and includes us in future rendezvous’ with those who have insight outside of the box of life as we have it in eternal and slow and ponderous thinking wells here on this world.
To those who know God, here is a clue to his thinking, he isn’t offended by you and he sure isn’t offended by marijuana because he made it and this is why preachers who teach contrary are afraid, as it were, of Gods teachings to the fullest and why no one in all the world will show you up to heaven because he will try to offend to show you that you have a long way to go before you will ever be in his house in glory.
What about those who suffer?
The child is teachable but the adult today isn’t.
The God we serve commits atrocities because of the lowbrow people on our world controlling it because of offense of people of God casting down His ONLY LOVING SPIRIT!!!
So which is worse here? Ignoring scriptures insight on who created fear or telling you that God created a spirit of fear and gave it out freely on this world because people here hated him to a fullness beyond anything he had ever seen.
You would say I am off, that God never given a spirit of fear but you would be wrong to those who hate him and are, the big clue, thieves.
I believe if you took the above to God, you would find he would/could teach you something about him as God you never knew before. All because that is the purpose of having a word, to increase it.
This is why today the very nature of those who say we have this rock and it is bread but we NEVER can ADD to it or take away from it are pure liars and not OF GOD.
God wrote out his word to increase forever and ever and ever and of such bibles as there are in the universe is not the increase I speak of but forever in the flow, and I mean forever and ever and ever in the flow of wondrous sayings God produces in life to those who heed him.
So the next time you hear people claim God doesn’t teach us anymore because we’ve been given the bible, remember that God never said that. He wrote out that we would increase forever and he sent Christ to be the ‘more of’ scenario of life in the increase of things to come.
When we have refused the bread, that is the people who bring along increase by saying “God showed me or told me’ then we really need to listen if they prove their works over and over again.
Now I can say that I am a weird person. I have never shown increase, but then again many of old time saints died without promises fulfilled.
Yet in the least of these things I write here, I put out a word of God in the seasons to come. I hold up new ideas with awkward syntaxes and state that if we are taxed by sin, then God wrote out syntax to make up for it in full.
Syntax is awfulness of insight to old linings of words which are made to show bits and bites are not of men in letters but of 0’s and 1’s in binary languages.
So if the Holy Spirit saw us in the future he would put out the Spirit in us writes an occasion for the equation of futures where people write out 0’s and 1’s to find the code that will light up a computer.
For if the computers of our age can run off binary, then we who run it up into things like Linux may yet see worth of it in heaven where perfect codes would be written by God and added to the books of the futures where only computers read it and only computers understand.
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