Story after story

February 1 2008

Joel Akin

 If I were to speak I could mention this morning. I was carried up into Heaven only in the Spirit. I was told to wait while I had my hair mussed on top and at the back of the neck. It was a real mystery. I was told I was being helped. Yet why would God carry me up in the Spirit and tell me to wait? Why tell me not to open my eyes and yet I was awake? How did he put me to sleep while in the Spirit? For when I was finished I was put to sleep where I was on a mountain with a shiny gift. It was a type of flying foot pedal made of shiny silver. It locked my feet to it so I could fly. Of course it wasn't the gift of flight I wanted but then again neither was the understanding.

 The point of a gift is to mystify and the point of a contraption that flies is to give. It is a gift of men but men of time. And since I did have my hair mussed it was in the point of contact. That is I was told to wait. Waiting is like having your hair mussed up. It was done by hand on top and hands on the bottom. It was as if I had a hair do only in the Spirit.

 Now of course Spirit is what I believe. I don't believe it was meant to be a small carry. I believe God had a purpose. Only why mystify? Why bring me up only to let me see? Why allow me to fail in seeing all?

 Lets put this into a type of perspective. Imagine I write with mystery. Each story I give is written with tongue and then in twist or in cheek. The tongue is written with hope of mist but the hope of mist is to see if it is of mist or mystery. If the latter then it is time and time is oriented to me. That means if I write in full I wake up all and if I write in part I put to sleep some.

 That means if I were to write I would write with hope. And hope is the key to mussing up the hair. She is the point of life in the spiritual. She is also hope or Hope in the natural. Thus if I wear out and she is part of that it is to help me find a way of life in the natural. I am wore out all the time. I am wore out for life of lift and share. And share is the crop holders desire.

Lets put this into perspective. Imagine that long ago there was a story teller named Aesop. He was bold and conquering only he had a gift of life. It was told to be a bend in time and that was the story tellers gift. He had a gift in him so bold men thought he was insane. They went to him and asked "Who is the wisest man of all?" He thinking said "Why I am. Only don't tell me I said so lest I become filled with pride."

Those who thought of him said he was born perhaps around 600 BC but suppose I could say it was probably around 950 BC and that I had proof? At least of a sort. That proof is while scouring the earth I found where he was buried.

Now men of this age want proof. They want to know if Aesop was buried how would I know? Of course they know he was and that he lived but they don't know how. So I wrote out a will to God that I wanted to know things. So God made it a style of life for me to find secrets. I find them by prayer and seeking. Often without desire. As in the case of one named Yssof. He was the source of knowledge in a land called Saudi Arabia. Then it was part of the story of life.

Of course Yssof is the name on his tomb. I know that because I read it. I also know the date he had on the tomb. It was meant to be seen by air and so it was seen as 822. That was the year and I assume before Christ since 822 wouldn't be AD for one name Yssof.

Now of course Yssof is the name on it but it was a structure I found. It had on it strange things and it was built up on the side of a mountain. Knowing that won't help you if you don't know where to look. There are not a huge number of mountains in Saudi Arabia so it could be feasible you could find it.

Having said that I find it hard to know where to turn with this information. Who would care? I asked that of my father and it was "Next subject". Why? Because of things I call belief. Also because "Who cares that he was buried?" After all all men die and are buried. They just lie there and are gone.

 But what if Aesop buried himself with full honor? What if he carried to the grave canisters of story after story? Would those be worth looking for? If so how much? For if I were poor and if I were to share his story with you would you charge for it with life? Would it be worth a million? A billion? A couple of billion? What if the treasure there was built up of story after story? What if his story was so wondrous that he literally carved out a hall in the side of a mountain and had an entire library of stories brought in? What if he were a king or an entertainer? What if he gathered up jokes of his age?

You see this is the story after story I share with you. It sounds like a story only I know it to be true. It is true and it is the biggest part of the story. For if Aesop was Yssof then it is the story he wrote. And if that is part of history then let it be known that yesterday or the day before I found his tomb. I went to that region because I said to the Lord, "I wonder if there is a place to camp out? A place I could just sit and  relax?"

 Of course I should mention that it wasn't Yssof which was the thing that attracted my attention. It was exciting but it was there I also found another word written out in oil.tr. Of course what is oil.tr? I don't know but it was like in the shape of a box. And if the oil.tr means oil is here then why the shape of an inverted v? For that would be the symbol of an oil well.