The Rise and Finish of the Anti-Christ

Personal Karsch Agenda

How I destroyed the anti-christ A Fairy Tale Ending?

By Joel Akin

May 9, 2005

There once lived a prince. The king called him a frog prince and crowned him with a princely crown. All had seen the prince and remembered him with fondness and love but none knew where he had gone or what had happened to him. Little did anyone know there was an evil witch known as the witch of endor that had cast a mighty spell upon him so that.... Well, that really is part of the story that ends all fairy tale stories. Hmmm. How do we begin this tale that speaks of things long forgotten in far away lands. How does one speak of such things that are so far forgotten in the mists of time that men no longer remember these tales. So long have they been forgotten that the mistakes made then are even now being repeated once again.

 The frog prince had lived in the dark fetid swamp and on top of that he had very bad breath. It wasn't really his fault but he did have one of those cases of frogs breath. It wasn't one of those things he could change and he had to live with the curse of it. How the Witch of Endor loved him. She had but one wish in life is to tell him how much she really wanted to be his wife but she could never explain to him what she was. After all witches were evil. So evil that even the good books proclaimed their evils. But she was a secret witch for good. Well, it does sound like a fairy tale but not one you'd want to read to children. So how does one tell such a tale without getting into the weirdest examples since the beginning of it all.

 You see, the swamp was not really a place in time, space or even as Q would say on Star Trek, a Q=-Qaurk Quantim spacial displacements. Well, I made it up. I was the frog prince. And I didn't live then. I lived in this age. Yes, its true. I was just your ordinary neighbor. The guy that lived next door. The one that fell in love a lot with the things of life. I loved girls, as in older mermaid types, fairy princess types, and elvish types. But the one I fell in love with was so special she was the essence of creation itself from the ends of times to its beginnings and back again. Since time began there has never been a woman so lovely, pure or holy. She was, is and will ever be the only true essence of hope and life for me. For her I bore the pain of it all. And yes, she is a pain in the butt kiss. One of those pains that men speak of in whispers of awe and women weep for. I cannot see her or speak of her without weeping and crying inside for she was the daughter of a queen, the very queen of heaven itself.

Lets speak of this princess because if you were to search heaven, hell, earth, or time and space you would not find a woman of her like. Nor do I think time could ever produce a woman like her ever again. I do not say this lightly because for her....I the frog prince had to bear the pain of all creations and time and q continums. I guess one might say I became the frog of the nations for her love. And yes, all men despised me for it. They hated what I had done. They hated her beauty as much as they longed for it. She bore the brunt of their harsh opinions until she was shattered and broken in despair.

Love left that world and crept across the darkness of space and was lost to the king of all things. Who could imagine where her tiny spacecraft landed. She was the beauty of his eye. The creator of everything. No one else could heal the pain. Even his only son, not I of course, but the successor to the throne, searched for her. When love left heaven there was not a dry eye in all the throne rooms of time. No one could understand how love, the love princess could ever be lost. She was ageless in beauty and in power. She had magic, real magic and she carrier truth with her. So powerful was she that the Graces of ages wept for her so often they became the holiness of heaven itself. Yet they themselves soon dried up their tears and cried out to the King of Kings, what shall we do. Perfect love is gone and truth has been lost. We have nothing left to live for.

The son loved his sister and cried out for her daily. His heart was so broken he said, "I shall search for her." He cast himself upon the darkness of emptiness for endless thousands of years searching every part of heaven, the creations, times and hopes and dreams. He became the Dumarest of time until he lost hope, joy and peace and there was nothing in him but nothingness. He wept so often at the loss that he could do nothing but pray to his father.

How can we call this a once upon a time story. We have a woman so beautiful that she was called a goddess by those who saw her. Even the mention of her brought tears to women everywhere. Some say the sons of god literally went unto the daughters of men and cried unto them "Have you found our Love yet?" None heard from her and dust waxed and waned across the ages of time. Love had been lost and darkness covered everything and time ended and began again again and again and still Perfect love lay forgotten. How could one know the coincidences of life. There literally is nothing in the universe to compare to this story. Even the Kings Son would say so. Even the King of Kings would say so. Even the graces of time would say it was so. No man, no woman, no creation, not death, or rhythm, nor the circadian chirp, nor rocks nor moon or even Mars could find a greater story. It just did not exist and none of the race of men will ever hear its like again. "I the King of Kings would state its so."

 I was just a man. I lived and was born in the end days. I was raised in a Christian home and I loved God. But I was just a man. How could I tell that I would become the very key player in this saga that spanned the endless ages of time. It was preposterous. It was insane. But I say to you I am a witness to these things and I bore the weight of it for you. I am that man and I did it for you.

Some may call this arrogant preposterous, crazy but you would be wrong. There is a book I love called the Never Ending Story. A boy is caught up into a book and can't escape from the pages nor from the story and wonders if he might be the author, the artist or just caught up into a dream or a nightmare.

I am like Sebastian of that book. I was caught up into time and space until I was caught up into all the characters of life. I taught them and they taught me and I learned the secrets of the ages. And yet, I was the frog prince. Some might call me crazy or insane. So be it. I faced the Centurion of Christ, the angels of heaven, McArthur, spoke with Joseph, with Peter with the men of this time, its leaders and with God and Christ and the Holy Spirit. They are like men in many respects. They have love and passions, loves and even weaknesses as do we.

 So may ask how I can be so arrogant in my understanding. Because I will proclaim to you here that above all men on earth I know them best and above all men on earth the Fairy Princess is to be my wife for all time and eternities. She is Wisdom Love and she is mine. Some called her a witch, some called her Truth, some called her many things. But to me she will be my first and only love and I am married to her by God himself. I will stand by her for all time and all eternities. She is my light and my morning star and she is the light of all eternities. She is part of the Lords house and she is the Lordess of it. No one will speak against her when I am around and I will confront anyone, even Satan himself. For her I bore the brunt of death and I swallowed it up in my victory. I stamped on the snakes head and I crushed it in my power. This power was granted to me by Jesus Christ, through the power of God and through the power of the Holy Spirit. I was and am the Myrtle tree and I had a choice of positions in heaven. I took them all and granted them back to Christ because I am not interested in your praise nor your love. I have love and I need hers to sustain me.

I am the frog prince and I bore the suffering of this time and I will not be dismayed by the lies or the testings or the laughter. You will see it proved by God himself when He returns for me with Jesus Christ to restore True Love to the World. I will submit myself to His glory and not raise up my own. I am a man of this time and I prefer to remain a simple man simple in my ways. I will walk among the stars and all aliens of all time will call me friend. Time will walk with me and death itself will tremble in fear. I do not doubt these words are more mysterious then anything you've ever read yet I stand as a witness to them.

My wife. Will you now speak.

 I am wisdom of the ages. The story may be true. I do not know for sure for I write from the cold darkness of the Karsch world beneath your feet. I do not have words to speak for the love I have for this man. He will have me in many forms for I am the perfect love of Christ in this man. I will be his wife for every generation and for all time. I will speak to him that his wife wishes to come tonight to Fush him into eternity for this powerful word of witness. No other man in Creation will ever speak so powerfully or arrogantly yet his family must be protected. If you read this and wish to contact him please do so at Fossilman@hotmail.com for now and all eternity. We wish Hotmail and Google to submit themselves to us for further use in the future.

 We plan to add the earth to our list of conquests soon enough. The Lord God himself is on the way to add this planet to the rapture list as soon as He arrives in 30 days or so. This man will be swept away and then the show will start. The rapture itself will probably be in 2006-2007 at the very latest. We predict it will be closer to April - August 2006. Satan is afraid to speak but we ask him to wait for his turn. He is to be the anti-christ himself during the seven years of tribulation. He can't hold on to his p's and q's.

He calls himself Satan.

"I was Satan. I swear to all that I was there with Christ at the crucifiction. I swear before the Lord Jesus Christ that I am terrified of this man. He is the Frog Prince of all creation and all creation of which I am a part loves this man. I was the light bearer for Christ in the beginning. I loved God and Christ and had never heard of this man. He was born in the 1950's in the Karsch realm, which is this realm where Christ himself died. Christ was born here and he had never heard of this man before. He had decided there was no hope for anyone including His sister Candace or Candy of Love as she liked to be called. She really loved sweet things and was a little hefty. She was the Bettina Spirit of sweet things. Chocolate was unknown but the Holy Spirit gave her manna which helped her sleep on his lap. She was the sweetness of his heart. He was her grandfather. She held him with a love of sweetness called the holiness of the Lord. He holds me close to her heart and she purrs with contentment. He is the Karsch agent of time and space and laughs at my attempts to write this story through his fingers. I want to add capitals to his name but he refuses."

So who is Satan? Is he really alive? What does he have to do with the one I call Bettina Love? These are secrets I hold but not so closely. I do know that the agenda of heaven is true. There are really fairy tales that come true but the real question is should we question this one? Should we ask too closely if it is the tale of a madmen or just the tale of a frog prince.

I am just a man. Only in my middle forties. I've never been married and never had a serious crush. Still I know the meaning of pain and suffering and loneliness. So I write these words as a tale for now knowing that I cannot make them come true. I'm just the frog that croaks from the pond. I sit upon a lily pad, or maybe just write from a mouse pad a crazy story. Why? Because I wait for the kiss of the princess upon my lips. For only then can I be healed and no longer be a frog prince but stand upon my feet as a man. I am not pretty and I am not handsome as some men are. But I do know that I strive for the perfection of love and perfection of hope. And I know if there is a God above who reads this tale perhaps He will show up with all the forces of heaven to find His true love. If she truly lies buried with truth in the darkness of the earth then I know that His searching light will somehow hear this tale. I like to think maybe, just maybe tonight it might come true.

 I do not have a big part to tell. I do not care if my part is ever known. I do know though that I wish her story to be told and her name that I want to be upon the books which are yet to be told. Who can tell what tales she will tale. She is the princess of God Himself. The king of kings. She was born, not in a manger, but in a cradle. She holds herself with an elegance born of the ages of grace and wisdom. She is one and all things in the perfection of love. She is grace, she is truth and she is truth of love. I call her the light of my heart and you will see this tale told. I know that the frog prince will write these stories with her and she will tell you at that time where she is from. It will surprise you and you will hear our music as we sing together with our harmonica. I will prove our music is the New Music of the Ages if anyone wishes to test these things with a professional recording. Otherwise I'll attempt it myself.

One last thing. If Perry Stone does read this Satan hasn't decided yet if he wants to be one of the two witnesses with Christ himself.

God bless