Vulgate

December 16, 2007

Joel Akin

 The word to begin with is susum. Susum is a word out of the heart of dark Africa. Dark refers to the true name of the nation and not the people. Dark refers to the susum.

 You who read this need to know the susum came in a moment. In one split moment I was given the word. When you are given one thing it is the gift of God. When you are given many things it is the split nature of time. Time himself didn't give it to me but it was the gift of one in time.

 Now I say that with mystery. I say that for to find what I found is the equivalent of a major diamond. It is the equivalent of finding a flawed but beautiful diamond. It is the equivalent of finding the source of all evil in the world in one single point of time.

 It was this which was the guidance of God. For if I could explain it to you it would be as if I were granted clearance to the one desire of God. One single point of right in all the known universe. For if one man can find it then one man can fight it.

 And if this makes no sense then one day it will. I found it in a moment of thought late this afternoon. It was in that moment when I found the sovereign. The sovereign is the name of time. Time is the spirit which wove a spirit over men kind. Men is the name of the suzerain and suzerainty of life.

 Men is the name given to you and to me by a spirit of evil. A spirit so wild in nature that to find his name would be greater then the diamond on a field. It wouldn't exist in the realm of time but in the realm of lie. Now I don't lie but the spirit I fight is the most vile of all spirits. It is the most able of the spirit realm to mix into our affairs. It is the lean spirit of Egypt.

 Susum. The spirit of susum is the spirit of time. It is the spirit of lie and death. It is the spirit of evil. It is in fact the most vile of all evil in all the known cosmos. Its name was known only no one knew where it originated. We who were of life had an idea it was found in life. It was. Only life was found in it. Life which it took to us through the AI or Aiah of life.

 Aiah is a word which is bound in the goblin. It is bound in the staff. It is bound in the rod or time. It is bound in the season of life. It is the word which refers to the world as it was. It is the word which is bound in the name of the neck which is bound up with weed and lee of men. It takes the lee side of our rest and binds us up with fat. It takes the fat to the dryness of stick and lean. It takes the lean side of us and binds us with things that are above. We bow in the cow tow of life. The cow tow is word upon word. It is bound up in the word phrase kowtow but I use it to refer to the world I live in. Calgary.

 Cal could be seen as the lee or the leaf. It is blown upon the wind. It is called the cow town and in that is the phrase of the grave. For kowtow is the phrase given to the people of China long ago by God as the one place where evil would spread out from. Kou Tou only in China is the bowing to the West with respect. It was the West of life in Calgary. We saw ourselves as the bind of the weed. We saw ourselves as the season of life. Yet we were the kowtow of life in the grave. We were the season of time. We were bound into the sea and into the bend of the lee. We carried the torn nature of a man to the sea and we bound him into the death of it.

 We were of the word ain't yet we did not have the apostrophe of it. It was the dia of the critic nature of life. It was the pun of the punc and the punc was the kid who went to it and said "Who is it that ain't belongs to?" For we had omitted it. The ' mark. We had taken it out of the word. We had taken it by the hand and cast it down. We had proven time was in control of a city. We who live in the kowtow of life. We in Calgary. We were the sea of the grave. We were the partchase of life. The part chase was the part kiss and part slam. We were the key to casting down the grave while building up the hate of a city for one man.

 That man was the sea of life. It was the build up of men over the grave. They woke up the star in their heart. They called it the chi of na. Yet the chi was not of China but of Ci in the na. It was a contraction like ain't for the word of Vulgate.

 Vulgate was the word for Calgary in the grave. It is here in Calgary where we were bitten by sin and Sin. We carried it to the sea of men in us. We carried it to the bee in nature. We who were men were bitten by Sin to the degree we had no name for ourselves. We were burdened and hit by sin and Sin. We were not able to defend our name because we were in league with the evil called susum or Susum. He was the Lord above us. He was the Lord of all things to us. We bent our knee to him. Even though God blessed us with the cattle on a thousand hills we turned our back because of the nature of lie upon lie upon lie. We said "We are the fat and the prosperity." We woke up Sin the big side of life by taking one man and burning his bridge to life.

 We were the kow of the tow spoken of in scripture. We were the bowing of the nature of life. We took nature and we burned it. We scattered the ashes upon the hearth of the city. We burned our heart in ashes upon the lee of life. We took all the evil and we pardoned ourselves. We carried it to the lee and put the lee to death.

 We who were in the city. We became the vile nature of the Susum. We were the contraction of life. We were the aint in suzerainty. It was the aint of the paint which scattered the whitewash upon our lee and leaf. We were the Canadian flame which washed the Vul name of fire out upon the world. We were the fire of name and nature. We were the sea and time. We who were of Cal and Gary. We were the Gar in the name of the sea. The Gar was the needle nosed fish. It swam as the knit of the grave. It was in Vul also as Vulgar. We were the Vulgar name of the gate. We were the Vul of the sea in liege with the Lord Susum.

 You who read this might think I am wild. I'm not. I write this calmly knowing we were the spear not just in the side of Christ but the side of the Lord. The Lord was God in the sea and in the lee and in the leaf. He was God in you who are men. You had his spirit in you. Little leaves. Little eaves. Little aves. All because were the haves and you forsook the name of the has not. You took him and bound him in the thread of the web of deceit. You took him and bound him down to the sea. You who were men did this. You bound up the Christ man. You took him to Gehenna. You were the boot of his name. You took the Christ man into the bend of the lee. You took his wealth and scattered it upon the wind. You who were the men of lee and leaf were the men of Vul and Gar in the city.

 You call yourselves wise yet you did not see. You call yourselves wise in the way of life. You who were in the sea had no name for him. You bound him up and carried him in prison and into the name of a lie. You took him in time after time. You who were here took me into prison. The prison you call medical. You call it Med but they would forsake you. You call it Med but they will resoundly turn their back upon you.

 It is the Vulgate which is Calgary. We are the gate to pain and suffering. We are the gate to pain of men. We are the contraction in aint so. We have it in us by seeing ourselves as the saint of life. We are the pain to the world at large. We who are here are they who are meant to be here. We have cast down a man. We have ordered his heart to the sea of life without a song.

 You who are here want it to be another city. You want it to be Edmonton. You want it to be Toronto. You want it to be a town you've never heard of. It is here where God will paint the sea with red. It will be red of lee and leaf. It will be red of time. It will be red.

 Yet if this is the sea of Calgary who then among you can wisely state they did not know? For if I fight for you then I fight because I see. I see because I understand. I fight because I realize. You were blind men leading the blind. You fell to the spell of Susum. You said "It is time" and in the time you took the diacritic of me and made it me' with the i gone.

 It was mei and it was see and possibly the sea of time. You had the see of men but you carried it to the heart of blindness. You took the nature of life to the lee. You who were of the grave took it to Calgary. Cal being the nature of La and Gary being the spear of life. It was here where you had it and you lost it. You failed to find it. You failed to see it. You who were men didn't know it was here. The sea had it and cast it down. The world had it and cast it off. You who were here carried it to the men of life and threw out the law of God.

 Yet who could care? I write this knowing the way of God is to see. I see by His will. I see by His fair. His fair way is the lee of me. I am here by the gree in a and the able in lee. For Able or Abel or A bel were those who were of time. They carried it to the sea and cast it down. It went to the bottom and to the lee. It was the sea of time in the sea of men. You who are really here will see it. You will witness it. You will take it to the lee of time. Only they will cast you off.

 I know because I was there. I sought for help but could not find it. I woke men from sleep to cry out for solace. I didn't see myself. I woke up desire. I woke up cry after cry. I woke up men from sleep. I woke up those who were sleeping. I did this. I woke up many. Yet not one would carry me in. I was trouble. I was a problem. I was someone who had no way in him.

 So who then can tell me why it is the Vulgate? I can. I am here to tell you the Vulgate is the college. It is the college where men of old came. It is the Vulgate to the world of time. It is the Vulgate. We in Calgary built our life around a world that was. We woke up an old spirit in the world. One which wove its spell into the sea of time. We call it Bearpaw and bears paw was that which killed the children for calling a man bald. We thought it was a joke but it was a spirit waking up in the land. It went into the bear and it went into the children.

 So Elisha had it kill the children for they were evil. It is that spirit which woke up the city. It is that spirit which called me out. It is that spirit which woke up the lee of time.

 And it is that word which no one knew the source of. It was that one word of all the millions upon millions upon millions in all the world. It was that word. It was that source of word which was what God and I had prayed about hours earlier while I was eating a burger at Chili's. I wrote down in a pad I keep that it is of things above. Things you stow above. Things you put there.

 I read it in the name of fat for I woke up to a bulge called my stomach. I knew it was a spirit which was making me fat. You might laugh but I was dry all the time. I could not get enough liquid in me. I was thirsting. I drank tons of tea. And yet in the word phrase it was te or tea which is that which is from the words for ate and eat. It is a word which goes to chi and na. It is the gift of life at Chili's where God showed me these things were covered.

 Yet it was in the nature of fat we get the word ta. Ta is the word meaning two things; one is to cover and the other is to bless. If we have a table empty it is a curse. If the table is full of food it is a blessing. It was the ta of food and the ta of grave.

 It is the grave which is the grave of life. It is the grave which came to the third part of the story. For in it was the taf and the aft. Both from the word for fat.

 Taf is the word we use for taffy. It is the lean side of life. It is the stretch of things. It is the build up of things long and hard and things that begin with the lead of time. It is the one thing God had me write as the meaning of fat. It is the backward side of it. It is the lean nature of fat. It is the taf and the taf is that which is the contraction of fat.

 God put me there to write these things. I wrote them to find the story of why. I knew it had to do with a nation. I knew it was in the Muslim spirit. Yet I knew it was deeper.

 So in the day it was aft it was things like in a plane. We store things aft or above. And so it was with the spirit we call Susum. It is a contraction on subversum. The word is real and it means the opposite of susum. It is the layer of the cake and the deadly part of the subversive element. It is the subversum. The ability of time to help me find the one word which was the contraction of life.

 For if I think it is fair to say it but God lead me there in prayer. I had finished with Google Earth for the day. Then I went to the heart of Africa and chose one place at random. I went down to one place at chance. And there I found it written in the land. Susum. Only it was in small letters. susum

 Susum is a word referring to the nature of life in a royal land. It was Susum who wrote out the will of people in Egypt not in our age but in ages long ago. He was the lie of sin and the evil of a nature built up on layer after layer. It is that part of the word sus which had to become part of the name of Jesus. It was Jesus who had to bear it. It was Christ who had to take it to the sea.

 Yet it was there where I met the susum people. I met those who had followed the spirit of evil. I had to fight them all. And that is the spirit of sin in the form of evil. It was in this side of life and not the nature of it which was or is now.

 For I won today. I beat it. Not in a short stint but one that took me nearly three years.

 So here is the battle story for those who might read this one day.

 It is the battle of time and Time and evil and EVIL. I don't like to use capitals but it was EVIL that I fought in Calgary. It was here where we were the end of the shaft for the grave and the end of life for the handle of the spear. We were in it as life but we went into it as a dead man. I was dead to the world. I could not get even one persons notice of my story. No one paid the slightest heed.

 That will one day bother a lot but now it bothers none. So think of history as the story and life in the gree as the way of fire.

 Fire is a word written in the story of the Calgary Hockey team called the Flames.

 It was the fire of AISH or Assured Income for the Severely Handicapped. AISH or aish is a word in Israel.

 In a way the burden of life is to cree things and cree was the word God formed from the land we call Alberta. It was here where they found the ship and the lee of land. It was the cree who became part of the story of the nature of life in Alberta. The cree were people of age. They were people left out of the story by those who fell.

 For in the day of God we put the balance back into the sea. And in the lee of life God carried me to the sea knowing I need to rest. With his help I shall carry this story perhaps another day. Who knows what will be.