The lost sea

February 10, 2008

Joel Akin

 What if time had a grip on the soul? Who would give himself for the portion of life? It would have to be a soul unlike another. It would have to be a soul to be like the soul of life. Maybe even the soul of time in the soul of life of love.

 The soul of such a person would be the one who gave his life. He would have to be a person who would complain, not about the joy of it but the recognition. That is the soul of man in the lee.

 The point of loss is to point to Prosperity. She had a gift of time. She was given loss but suffered indignity. The loss she carried as the soul but the loss was to the man. The man gave his to the lady so she could give hers to him. He gave her his soul and she grew a root. The root grew into a tree and the tree was of time.

 Yet in the base of the tree there was a leaf and the leaf was the sea. They gave the leaf of it to the crab but the crab was of men. They wanted it to be in the soul and that was of life in the lee. Now men wanted the straight of it but the problem is and was the time we live in. They wanted it so straight that it narrowed down to a we in ell or the well of stray cats.

The well of straight cats is for the people who live in the sea. They want well to be of deep and dig with a shovel. Only the well I speak of is the well of souls and the well of time. Maybe even the well of those who want answers.

Now the point of life is to see and to give. It is the well of life but occasionally the way to life is so fraught with dark indignities the people who write this see it is not going well. The way of life is to see and that is the see of time.

Now the sea which is below is the loss of it. The sea above is the loss also. The see is the way into but the sea is the way out.

 It was in those times that I gave up. I had tried to be wise and tried to be smart but could not devise a way out. I had tried all but could not see. I had become sounding brass. Maybe even tinkling cymbals.

 The point of it is that God was in charge. The story of time is that he thought he was God. He thought he was the way. He thought. Yet now he knows that he is not the way. He knows that God is still in the we of the hour of prayer. He who is Ra was the sea of loss but God was the see of honor.

It is thus that I pledge time to kee and that is the gravity of this, that I might be me in the see of life.

Of course that is the point of life. I want it to be in me. I want hope and joy and peace. I want to have home and hope and I want to be in the be of life and the honey of bee. Yet the soul of this world is filling up with pain and sorrow. Writing with obscurity is something I do but not always with like. Like is the home of tree or the weight of sin. It besets us but is it the true word of God?

The true word of God is like time spent with him. I find God easy to deal with. Deal with means that he doesn't cuss or curtly reply. He gives me help because I can't do it alone. I have things that need to be and those are the prices of life in the sea.

Yet if I tell you the world we live in is about to change no one would believe. They would say "It can't." They would say "It isn't in the Bible" and they would be on the right path. Yet the Bible tells us in the last days the sea would be roaring. They tell us there will be earthquakes in divers places. Why not being a play on words? What if divers was the place of the deep of the sea? What if the why of it is the season of prayer? What if God tried and tried to get through but was thwarted by prime time evil? What if I am on the way to life in the living spirit. What if the living spirit is the sign of this age? For the living spirit contacted me in a play on well to do. They thought I had a product to sell. Of course living spirit is a social group of men who sell products. They are part of a group of writers and film makers.

The point is I have no product and no money. I can't find time to do much for the Lord except pray and write. I go into this as a choice. I find time to do because I can't sit in bed all day. I could do some things but talking is hard. So people want to talk even when they do it lightly. That isn't in me as yet.

 Still, is there hope? Is there a way for God to answer? The answer is in the like. If God put me into the sea then it was to find a way for life to rise. If I put the sea into me then the life of it would sink into the deep. So God had me take the root of prosperity. That was the root of evil. He had me put it into the soul and sing it to sleep. I woke up to put it down and it came to me in the voice box or the soul of syrinx. All part of the story I learned of words and word play.

Now I am on the right path but time is passing very fast. How can I find time to be in the will of God? The answer is to fast and pray. Fast is to sing of time. Time is to be in prayer. I go to the fast and I sing with prayer. I go to the fast with life of dryness. I go into it with song of Joy and life of Slika. I go to the Slika time as the price of life. Now this is the will of price and price is the way of life.

The way of God is to see. I see in the way I write. God knows I want help. He knows I want a way. He knows there is no one out there to help. Yet he also knows I have a way of keeping life in control. He knows that it is in the sea of it and that is the price which is coming. The price is the way of time with God.

God isn't giving away all but here is the gist of it. Find time to pray for life and time to pray for God to see. God sees and knows but has a gift coming. The see of God is to help find ways to lift the burden. The burden is stuff. Stuff isn't always a burden but sometimes it is especially when you want to dream.

For example I don't have a home. I'm told not to think of it yet everyone has more then me. Most say "Wait till heaven" but that is like a blessing. Yet if I bless you with heaven then why try to have? The answer is we are told to use our time well. I use mine in writing. It is a gift. One I use well. I give it to you in this but in the way of it I don't earn. So when I do it will be in the price of an hour. That is the price of just one article. Only one will do what is needed. Then one will do what two can do. Then two will do what one is and that is the prize of life.

Now the above is a prophecy and yet I read it and wash it. That means I try to remember what is written but find it difficult. So this time I print it so I can have time to life. In the final say I will see an answer. It will arrive. Not in the nick of it but in the day I need. That means it is coming before the snow is over. Not over for the year because it never stops in Calgary but over for the season. That means the life of snow in Calgary is on the way up. It will rest in the hill and the dale but not in the light of the city. God is going to raise up the hill and the dale. He is going to raise up the sea. He is going to raise it up so it will rise out of the deep. Then when men have gone to sleep they can rest. This is the know of it or the day of it in the day it happens.