Mighty time are on the way

December 26, 2007

Joel Akin

 I have been in prayer for almost 4 years. That may not seem like much in ways of men but in time it is an eternity. I am revolving without living and living is when you have something done and accomplished.

 Accomplishing anything in time is like trying to bend a spoon. You might do it if you hold it but try bending it by looking. For looking is when you can't touch it. And if you touch it you cheat.

 The cheat part is when Criss goes across the lawn in plain site without anyone seeing him exit a tank full of water. How is it done? Never having seen it I say he builds a ladder in his head and exits. The ladder is the way out of the tank and the build up is how he gets the ladder in it. For if the ladder is in the tank to begin with it has to be below. And it has to be rigged on a timer. For if the timer is below no one would see it when the cord is ripped up. Especially if it is clear plastic.

 That is a theory and it works. After all the idea is to focus on the way in. Not to focus on the way out.

 Now having this theory I can say it is thought. Thought is the progress of joy towards liberation. It is the idea we are stuck in a tank and we can't get out. That is the problem. For if time has us in an escape proof box then we need help in exiting. And exiting time is like escaping from a well with no way in. And if there is no way in then they seal up whoever enters it.

 This might sound crazy but that is the way of time. Time is the bend in time and that bend is like a brick. The brick is like a tree. The tree is like a brick holding. Only the hold up is the tree. Only the holdup is the brick. Both are guilty of time and both are time in itself. So who then is the greater guilt of time but the one who made it in the first place? That is time himself. God.

 Now God made time and put it down. He built it up. He carried it to the sea. He made it so it would rise up and be in time. In time was the source of forget for in time things built died. They were made to last for a certain time before failing. But what if I, without plan, had gone into time? What if I had been taken in by a spirit of evil? What if the source of evil in this world is the bill of sale?

 That bill of sale is "Anything which is in time is mine to buy or sell." We all hold it, the bill, on us. We all carry it as a mark. The mark is the price of right to sell and buy. With it we get free in and out. The free in and out is the bill of right to have hope or time or life.

 It is the freedom to do as we please. Only it isn't free. It isn't clear. It isn't the way life works.

 In time we are all children. We run around and try to be the source of knowledge. We pry open the life of men and we play with things. Things no one but you or the world might know of. For you are part of sin and sin is part of you. You are the mind of sin and if sin doesn't wish you to be here he'll have to shut this down. Often without a second thought.

 It is the second thought which is the price of collusion with sin. Sin does feel sin and does feel evil but he is well off in the world he is in. So he goes down to the sea and finds a way to find a way up out of the depth.

 Thus the world we are in is so wile-some it doesn't see. It knows it is off or wrong but can't find the key to the sea. And thus the key becomes the source of wile-some wording and willful smack on the rear side of life.

 And thus as a man I find there seems to be no way out. Only I keep on praying. I am in the battle with sin and with sea and with those of heart. I fight with prayer and with the bill and with God.

 Yet the fight with God is to see and to hear. I find I have to turn and look at God in prayer and that isn't easy. It is the sort of pile on that keeps things moving but it also keeps me in bill of right vs bill of time.

 Thus the world is set for a trap. The trap is built up of things that are willful but wile-some and the last is the hardest to see. For if wile-some is the bill of sale of lading then the bill of right is the sea or see. And if I am off then I am off for prayer.

 Can you be off for prayer? In a way if you pray to sin or evil but if you pray to God then no. So since I pray to God without desire to prayer for sin then I become an aspect of help and not hindrance.

 Now the point is I'm tired. I am wore out. I can't seem to continue without help. SO then what is the procedure? To say to the patient "We can't help?" It becomes the case of life vs the grave. For in the grave sleep comes to those who wait but not to those who pray. If I pray and do not get then the world is on the path to destruction. If I pray and do not find then the world is on the path to life or hope. All because the sea of life is in me but not in the world.

 Now the point is that if we as people want to have life we want it to do certain things. We keep in prayer and hope for the best. We take life to the key of p and back again to e and back again to a. It becomes pea for knowledge. Knowledge is the source of joy and in it is the bee of honey.

 Now all these things are the source of knowledge. Yet I write here in my website generally. it is the source of help to me to see where I am at spiritually. It is also wearing on the heart and hand. It is hard to find pathways to the sea. It is harder to find paths to the lee. For the lee becomes the source of wild speculation on things.

 For example I am playing with software. I found one called mindapp and it is the source of interest. It will allowed me to tear apart a word and rebuild it. It can also allow me to explore or brainstorm. And these are things I find difficult to draw with my shaking. It is reasonable in price and it is difficult to ignore as a valuable tool for my collection.

 Of course part of me is knowing that the tools get old and need replacing but this one could be useful anywhere I go. So I'll have to keep it as a source of help for me in the future.

 Now I wanted to talk about joyful things which are to come. So here is some things I see.

 I see a world where God is going to change. Not himself but all the will of life. That will of life is the bill of sale. The bill of sale is the procedure to overcoming a lie.

 We all fall for it but the lie is part of the sea in me and in you or time. It is a spirit I fight with prayer. It is a spirit I overcame in prayer. Yet overcoming in prayer is like fighting with a down and out mean cow-hoke. He comes along and bends the time on me and plays with my brain until I am stormy mad. Then he plays being hurt and that hurt is meant to represent the sea.

 The other point of joy is going to be a play towards life. I am going to be inside of the joke. That means the source of things is going to change.

 I spoke to my dad about a donut shop story. He didn't seem to get it but I hope I did. It was called pay back and you got your order free because someone in front of you paid for it. Of course it would work with the average person who had money. The problem is it wasn't broken by anyone for more then 1,000 people in a row before it stopped. And it was so wild it made the news.

 Of course people don't seem to get it. How can there be that many nice people in a row? Do nice people eat donuts and drink coffee? In this instance it was an iced tea drinker and that cheered me up. It was like a play on things for I drink tea everyday. Iced tea. And I pray about it as part of the future.

There are a few other oddities out there. Things which haven't met answers yet.

 I like the story of Comet Holmes. It was a story about "How do you take a picture of the solar system?" You find a flash for a big camera. And so it became part of a story I wrote on the ancient meaning of big flash. There are things out there I didn't cover on it but it speaks of things that could be Nova's or flashes as from a camera. Things from history.

 There is also a great interest in why my truck appeared in a field next to a tree. It was in a dream I had. It is a story referring to life for the tree was life. It also is of my truck for having been with me in the search or quest for life. It came in a dream where I was in Israel. I was trying to find a way of getting someone from the Old or New Testament to take a look at me. No one did. So it is part of a story to come.

 Now the fun part of the story is encouragement. In the word is found ment and it is the ment which encourages.

 Ment is from cement and it is that part which bonds. God encourages and carries and holds. He knows I am bound in time but if I want some freedom I can rest. And rest is when I take time to think.

 Think is the be and bee and live in the freedom of it. For if the bee is part of the story I am working on then having freedom to work with it will change the way things are done. That means I can encourage others by telling them I'm in prayer for a good outcome. How? By telling them in person. By having them write and share thoughts. I will take them to God in prayer.

 Finally there is a need for me to see that I can make a difference in this world. I have prayer. Prayer is where I build up an audience. Prayer is where things happen. Prayer is where I go and watch and play and dream for things to change. It may not happen; at least not in the day I write it, but change comes when I am on the right path and doing the right thing.