The road to wealth with God

11/30/2007

Joel Akin

 In scripture there is much to say about the poor. The poor we have with us always sounds like a curse. People have asked "Why does this have to be?" but let me put things into a new perspective.

 Everything is in place for a welcome in heaven. Heaven is where the sea of life begins. Heaven is where the life of a man is given not just freedom but hope. Hope is the key to this for I am writing about me.

 It is the life of a man who is built up of parts. Parts is where I am hurt inside and out. I am built up of a man who is good and that is the part which prays and then the part which is of sin. Sin is the spirit of lie and does things with me in the heart which is pain. He does things to burn me with hurt. And he does things to tear apart the sore of my sore.

 This tearing out is the burn of me inside. I am a me man and me is the person I am. Me is the be of me and this is why the sea is part of me.

 I just finished talking to my sister on how God showed me I am meant for the sea. I had a dream of Japan with my parents on the main island of Honshu. Honshu is where all the people live in the main. They live in the shu of the height and that is where they are called to live. They are there to see the we in me in action.

 This we in me is where I am. I am in the lee of the sea. I am where I am meant to be. I am in the we part of me.

The point of this odd talking is to see who is with me in writing. If I write as I should then I can see what is coming. When I write odd it is often my heart trying to see what it is I am meant to do. Often it comes out odd and somehow poetic.

When I was in the lee I went up a hill to a camper. I was there to prevent myself from being washed out to sea by a tsunami. The tsunami is what we were afraid of where I was. Of course at the time I thought it was in some exotic port. We were seeing Japan from the land I was on. There was a school yard there and it was in this place where I was when Japan sank beneath the waves.

 I was concerned about my parents for I knew they were on the land. Then suddenly there was a new land which arose in place of the old only there was no one on it. This is not just symbolic but literal. God is going to make a part of the world vanish in a moment. He is going to make people and that means all who want to be part of this people, go out in a flash and a bang. It is going to be different then the rapture story. Not in the sense it won't happen but in the sense God is going to raise up people whole with their homes and with their land. And those who remain will be those who want the old way. It will be the old way of sin and vile nature and that will be the way of this world. What they do is make cave dwelling for they will be simple people who grunt and have little understanding.

 Now a good point I make is why remove people from understanding? It is to make sin a point. Sin wants men to be ill and sick. Only if man is an animal then sin can't make him reason out he is ill.

 Once man is gone then this world will be free of things call evil. It is then it will return to being free and man can come and claim it. Only the will of the people will prevail here. And that is people who remain who are evil will come back without a way of killing others. They can try to kill who they are but it will be without help of others.

Now this is the point of this letter to me. I am on the way to heaven and if I can to Heaven. I am not here to bite the plow share down to the sea but to point out that man here is on the way to supper. He is on the way to death the hard way.

 We are destroying this world. Everything we do is so vain in stupidity it is making me angry. In the past day I learned Calgary is going to remove trans fats from the city and plans to be an example of ways to improve our health. Only God is showing me it will be with potential hide away effects. And if that happens I will be here when God finally has to sterilize the hurt of it by taking me to safety. Not in heaven but in Heaven. There is a difference. I am not in heaven but I am in hell. It might sound funny but in a way it is true. Sin is the only one who wanted hell. God made hell for the devil and Sin is the devil. He works with his counter heart named Satan and Satan is also sin inside. All of us have the sin name but only Satan has the sin name and nature and perhaps even nation. He goes out and tries to build up a heart of sin and that is for the heart of man.

I am in a war over the nature of me. In a way it is a battle which at times is confusing. Each of us has sin in them. We hear his voice all the time but mistake it as our own. If we are Christian especially he goes after us with negative and he waits for us to find common ground so he can lend us his tongue. We become the voice of Sin and Satan in one bite of the apple. That is our Adams box which is back of our throat. It is the box which is where I struggle to breathe. I am filling up inside with phlegm constantly and it breathes down into my throat. And that is swelling up all the time. It is the grace of God I am here. For if not for Him I would be without a way of speaking and breathing.

 There is much I should do but time always seem short. I need time and I need help. But both are also in short supply which means I don't get it. But God is going to deliver and heal me in one bang of the tongue. I am going to speak it and I am going to see it. I am going to hear Sin whine and I am going to hear him plea and I am going to hear him cry for help. Only no one will be there to see.

 It is also true that I will be blessed. Not just financially but with a wife called Tila or Tea La. La could be seen as a light and tea as my favorite drink. Only she is like the Carmel of the sea or Carmelita. That was the girl God showed me in my dreams from 23 years or so ago. We were on this beautiful island and children were singing and she was playing a guitar or leading them in music. It was there by the sea I saw her as my future wife. Only I never met her. At least not in a way that could be called real. Real is when you can touch and see and talk face to face. So God is keeping that for the future.

I will be delivered of all sickness. I will be set free of a body that is broken. I will be healed of man who is trying to deal with me his way. Man is not perfect and they do things which are not wise. One is taking out trans fat from the food supply. It was and is part of our food and essential to life. If we take it out we become ill. Not just quick but soon after we go full force into it. God wants us to understand what we do so that future generations will see it as an example. So Calgary is going to be the sickest city in all the world. Only they won't see it as trans fat problem but an epidemic. Fat is the one thing which builds up our immunity. And so people who eat less fat go into hibernation. They begin to change their name and their name inside as well. And they begin to forget. Only when they lose weight they think they are healing. It doesn't work quite the way we think. Trans is the gift of men but it also was a gift of God. God helped us lose weight by losing fat which is natural to the body. Natural fat is where we lose it by going out and putting down a way into the sea. I lose it by being healed of sickness and then of disease. Both will vanish but the point is they will linger in a way of time. As in it will be months before I am fully able to lift again. Only this time God is going to see I get help if there is something too heavy to lift. That is one reason I grew sick. I bruised either a rib or a heart muscle. One or the other moved me inside to the point my neck muscle refuses to bend much to the left.

 I also suffer with dystonia or spasmodic Dysphonia. Both are forms of neurological meltdowns and they affect me in a multitude of ways. Maybe I'll be able to write those things as a book with the help of people. They can interview me and go to the doctors for all the charts and talk to people about it. It might be interesting for those who go without a voice.

 There is also going to be a healing of wealth in me. I have this knack for failure. God is going to make sure that is removed. I have little way of seeing and that is the way of God. He wants me to know Time is not going to destroy what He helps make. He has given me a multitude of ideas and some are good. Some will be better when we see how the future is going to work.

 The fact is there is going to be so many changes in the world some will say it would take a man a billion years to think of them all. Only God has helped me in this. He has shown me things that will go to the heart of everything we hold dear. And some of those changes are going to be fun. It will be a way of life which will change the way we think and the way we move and even the vehicles we drive. No one poor is going to be left out.

 And that is where I began. The poor. The poor is where I prayed "God, don't let us forget." After all if you take away the poor man you take away the wisdom he had. Poor men have to learn to make do. People of this age don't really want to go that way. They want everything to be modern. I am a mix of both. I like modern appliances and computers and vehicles but I would like other types. From spaceships to old fashioned airplanes. Even old fashioned stewardesses on flights that take longer then they should. Everything can be fun and time is the play which allows you time to think.

 The poor man is me. I am a man who sees things from a poor mans perspective. I am rich in things because I found a way of having my cake and eating it too. The answer wasn't in the frosting. That by itself is gross. But with cake added the frosting is good.

 And so I think of ways to make life interesting. I find ways of taking away the unfairness of it all. I still see the need for fame and rich people. People find gems and want to do something with them. In the future God is going to way the balance against the poor man so he will rise up to riches. But in a way that is the like of me and me is the like of fun. I go into problems with prayer and come out with solutions. And in a way that is the way of the sea. Sin took the water which cleansed the sea and drank it down to prove his  might. I saw him as God and in a way it was also. But the test of the story of the poor is that he stood by God. And God won't let me down even when I struggle at times to make a simple point.

 The fact is I fail often. I failed most recently in saying Christ may return on Thanksgiving. I was off. Only in a way I was right. Thanksgiving can be a way of seeing life. I was ready for help but God sent me to the source of the problem. As it turned out Calgary was it. The source of all problems for this part of the world. Israel is another but not because of men but the sin which once was there in the sea of the dead.

 So in this way I find clues and I find answers and God is going to make those things part of the story. It will change the way people look and it will change the way people see. It will mean I will be out of one type of job but it will also mean I'll be seen as an expert. And that is why it happens. People will find things but won't know what it means. And that is where I get free trips to places for life. Seriously. If I could show you what I mean you would understand. I'll give you one clue. It has to do with the writing on the wall. Imagine God wrote down answers and we had to find the question.

So here is the question to the Dead Sea and its scrolls. What is the meaning of file and kiv? If you could answer that like I do you would be like a kid. Only in this I would say it isn't the way of me to give you the answer. I just want you to know the secret is going to blow you away.

 Now I do fight but in the heart the question is "How do I get blessed?" And that is the key to the question of the poor man. I recently began writing on Helium only I found the poor man was cast to the back of the class. I had been out of circulation way too long and my writing was too strange. Maybe I truly am disabled but I happen to like a lot of what I write. Some is out there and too long or not enough ripe fruit.

 Yet it is this which got me discouraged because I want to write. Yet when you don't earn more then a couple cents a day for months of writing then it feels like you are failing. And when you enter their contests those people love to play knock down the pin as soon as it comes up. And that is where I've pretty much said "I can't compete" and I can't. I have better things to do then write knowing they will cast it off within hours. It's happened to me when I put soul and heart and a multitude of articles. Every single one was cast off and put down into the bank of "Not good enough" and that meant I stood no chance of earning money. And if you are on disability and if they really knew I was trying my heart out maybe someone there would help me. Only its been pretty much 90% negative comments. I'm pretty notorious for getting off topic.

 Anyway you know that I want to be well and wealthy. The point is I can't. I have tried my heart out and I can't get an answer. I haven't failed to pray I've just failed to get. Not knowledge which I have in abundance but a way of earning. I have the scripture in heart that I have profited with all knowledge and yet have lost my soul. Only that still doesn't hear an answer of how.

 I guess in a way it is to follow the lee of the lay or the land and that is Japanese for try, try, try again. I know that doesn't sound like an answer but I do have things I do which encourage me. And so I've gotten back to working on those things and they help. Only I need push and that is where I pray for it because I can't get motivated when I make so many mistakes in life. Mistakes like buying software which turned out to be so difficult to learn I was ready to cry. Only I've about wept out.

 So finally I end this with a hope to those who might one day read this. You know it worked out. You know it turned into a wild bang for me. I was able to win over impossible foe and fight with possibly the most impressive array of fighters the world has ever seen. Only they are here with me in my family. And that is my parents who pray without end as do I. I might yell and scream at them but only in the way of Dysphonia. I say that gently for some might think I'm angry. I'm not but when I have Dysphonia in me I can talk LOUD and it is one of the ideosyncracies of the line. And that means it is loud because mom sometimes cries when I am deep into a conversation. I tend to be dramatic and loud and it comes out as hurting her. When she tells me that I see it and I apologize. Only I can't keep going. I have Dysphonia which cuts me off. I can try to whisper but in a way that is even more hurtful. And so Dysphonia is a curse of a disease. It affects people in strange ways and I am convinced it is either a deep seated bug or a lee way to sin. It is the first spiritual war I fought in the sense of it being a war over wisdom women and song. It began at a singles conference in Saskatchewan of all places and it was their where I was called to teach or speak. And it was there I found an answer of a type which would change things for  me.