Searching for a wilesome woman

January 11, 2008

Joel Akin

 So, if that is the wile of it then the sum of it is the some. The some of it is the body of life. The body is the front and the back and the front is the body in the heart or the soul.

 Now I have a picture I call magic. It is a window into a Hawaiian landscape of Flowers of Paradise. There are times my mind evaporates away and I find myself carried into the story of the picture. I see things in it like a person in a golf cart, a captain called Hope, Truth standing guard on a bridge while chatting with me, a dragon in the fire of hell and in the background a star of hope.

 Yet even if some say I have imagination I see it in shadow. And perhaps like Paul I can see I saw Paradise through a dark glass. For if Paradise is like the painting or print then the soul of the woman who is wilesome is the one I seek for life.

 I am a few months away from 50 and I'm not prize. I was perhaps at 20 or even 25 but now I'm in poor positional shape. I have sickness and disease and I hurt and I wear out in moments. I lie in bed a lot and I pray a lot. Whoever I marry would have to deal with a man who prays in truth.

 Now I am here to point out that tonight I had another war during prayer. This one was rough for various reasons. One was I wanted to hear from God and yet when I go into prayer I think I go into it for Him who is God. I don't want to be into it for things that are not good. I go into prayer because I want to hear God. Only I can't. Not directly. At times when I assume a battle position I hear as clearly as anything but other times I wonder why I say that. It is as if that part of me is in contact with God but it is part of me that I struggle with. The part of me that is life or the part of me that is man with God. I treat the me that can't hear as the man who is addled. And though it sounds strange it makes me think of the Chief of Sinners of which Paul wrote of.

I know God is with me but the battle for the soul is one of prayer. It is one of preparation. The preparation of the soul is the fragrant flower of blessing. It is the concern of the father to fatally blow down Sin and his counterpart Time. I call him time but in reality it is like saying devil vs Devil. The one is small but the second is large. So in the reality of the story I fight with the Devil of Time. He is a Lord Sith Demon and a bad case of rash. In other words he is the battle for sin and sin is the battle over women.

 Women were the first to eat from the fruit. They were the first to fight with God in the sense of nakedness. They were the first to reveal their skin nature and the first to battle over the soul. The soul of women is the wonder of the father. They are wise in their way but wise isn't enough.

So God must find a way of putting a woman in clothing. And to do that they have to see what they wish to see. And to do that they have to be accustomed to the idea.

 So when I said I see Truth on the bridge in the picture I was being serious. I can see alternate reality in pictures of plain things.

 Now this isn't something I often speak of; mainly because people don't want to know. If I can see a plain world and yet see an alternate then it becomes strange. The thing is I can. I have it as a gift due to the fact I went into it with time and with God. I was into it on pictures sent back from Mars and I can do it with plain pictures sent by way of Garage Sales. I find at garage sales things on sale so I buy them. I have them in my room and some are unusually beautiful. Those I put on the wall. One is a picture of Japan by an artist named J. Sukki. Though not well known he was a prolific artist sometime after the 1900's. He probably was a tourist painter and his paintings were printed on bamboo. I have one and to me it is a marvel and a mystery of Mt. Fuji and a canal or inlet to the sea.

It is why I like it where I can see it when I write.

The others are there to view but the one of Flowers of Paradise is just a scene in the midst of the flowers. And thus when I say I see these things I am serious. Today was the first time I saw it had more then one image hidden in it. So far I've seen about 4 separate realities. Each one beautiful and some wild.

 How can this be? I think the answer is prayer and supplication with thanksgiving. I take things to God and He helps prepare the way. He does it by putting into the mind of those who paint or print a desire to find the art. When they do they create the reality. Often they create it on realm thought which I call going into the mind of life. It is there where they find a will for themselves and it is in this realm they find time to see.

Now if I could I would take each scene and separate it for you. I would like to know how but that is the gift of one named Truth. She is coming and is the wilesome one. The wilesome means she has time to knit a story into a scene by carrying in a simple play. The play is a thought and those who find it are carried into it with her. She does it as part of Truth in the world of the living. She goes into it as a battle for life. She is the battle for stretch and for lift. It is her who stands at the bridge of time and Time. She is the one who guards the way. She stands there and overcomes by the power of the word or WORD and that is of Christ.

 Now I saw parts of other realms in the picture. There are 3 at least that I saw parts of. They are things which are there for the future. For now to find them is easier said then done. The mood of lighting is part of it and also the dream of a mind at rest.

The point of it is that God is in it. He is in it for those with eyes to see. He has things in our world so wild that no one will know what happened. One day we will live and the next it will change.

God showed me this with creation. He made it so it was complete. We went there and we found we only needed to breathe and to hold. To hold the breath is the e of life.

The hole part is the sea and in the sea God set a course towards me. He saw I would bear it only so long before I would enclose myself in a shell. That shell is hardness and it is hardness which is why I find it hard to let go. I find it hard to find True love and Truth.

I find it difficult to explain what I deal with but it is bad. I don't like what evil does to me while I pray. In a way it is the value of pain they treasure and they compress and sort me about on every side. I find they put me down to the ground and tonight for whatever reason they tried to take away my thoughts. Of course that was among many other evil things they do each day.

God knows I want to hear him and He knows I want to see. It is his desire that I write and take time to see. It is also his desire I take time to read or to think. So today I did both even if I only read a single page. It is sad that I fall asleep but that is the value of prayer. God sees and knows I fight and fight is how I see. So God is going to deal with the proverb that the egg comes before or after the lay of the hen. For if the egg came first then how did the chicken get it inside? The answer is a mystery. For if the hen had a chick in the hen then it would cluck and fall apart. So God put an egg into the chick and said "Who will stand?" And the chick said "I will" and that is the value of telling a joke.

Now the value of the chick is that the chick can hear and know when it is time to stand. So take time to stand and help out in the best way possible. And that is the will of God in the Lord Christ Jesus, Amen.