joel akin mystery prophet of the final days 2

Big House

October 17, 1997

Dream Narrations

Joel Akin

I am in a huge house, almost bigger then the eye can see. It is divided into three parts. One huge room to the North and below that two rooms divided in the middle with only one door between the two. The upper room has a large furnace towards the western part of the building. Pipes sprout out of it and they travel in all directions. There are more connections then an octopus has arms. I only see a few young girls sitting at a table reading books as if in leisure. I place all my belongings next to the furnace and travel to the Western half of the lower room. I stand in the partition between east and west rooms and look around me. The two rooms are surrounded by huge numbers of windows and I can not only see the people in both rooms but can see beyond to dark skies. The Eastern half of the room is suddenly evacuated and I help move my aunt, who lives in Northeast United States, to the Western room. Everyone can see the danger coming to the Eastern half of the room and evacuates it quickly. Soon the West room is crowded with people hunkering down and busy preparing for the storm.

Suddenly I hear it. It sounds exactly like a scouring brush being moved in circles. Consistently. Methodically. Closer and closer. A whitish tornado hits the lower half of the Eastern room and begins to demolish the building. Not too quickly but relentlessly nonetheless. Window by window the tornado moves. Back and forth, as if someone erasing a blackboard of old writings. It did not miss a single portion of the lower half of the eastern room, nor did it deviate one iota from its path. As if guided by unseen hands.

Everyone in the Western half of the room is hunkered over as the storm begins and none are looking through the windows. Far, far to the west I see the streets of a city or large town. On each side of the streets are not houses but businesses. Banks, restaurants, clothing and jewelry stores, theaters and so on. Suddenly, out of the sky drops a second white tornado. It begins to demolish the businesses one by one. I can see that the tornado is coming directly towards the western half of the building(not the Northern Part).

I begin to yell and scream, trying to get the attention of the people to the coming disaster. Yet they are so wrapped up in their troubles that they cannot see the further disaster scouring towards them and ignore me.

Just before I awake I can see behind the white tornado three black tornado's following in single file.

August 17, 2009

The biggest house is America proper and that is North and South or the part of the south which is the box we call west in the dream.

The box of south is the house of Mexico and it will undergo a brush up to the point of Florida.

The private nature of the dream is that I have a house which is large and I can see by it out the window to the price of the future and it is dark still because men refuse to help me find a way of helping the world.

This is why I pray for an outpouring and the white tornado signifies the house of the Lord or the people of the Church being involved to the point eventually some parts of the east or East room will be returned to life.

For awhile the east side of life will be blocked off by a wall so big that it will seem to be an impossibility.

The wall is to be made of things that are found and lost in a single bit of time possibly as small as a day.

The lost part will be darkness being carried out to sea and the bright side or the good light to shine will be people trying to help out.

Now the business community in the far West corner are the people out there who do business every day. They include the West or west side of life in California up to the people in the East or east and that is Japan.

Thus the house is, in a sense, the entire earth undergoing a change unlike others. Thus the price of it will be fear for many because they have no been prepared so I am there to help them because the brushes are the part of the story where we are invaded by things which will precede or come before the book of Revelations.

The book of Revelations is going to hold the sea back and it will be a fall of things out of orbit which will precede the fall of the fatal lows and they are the cows which man tried to take up long ago in order to protect Paradise from losing its own life.

Paradise lost or Lost is going to be a river in the sea and it will hold the light of men seeking a way of dealing with the blow to the world of fat.

The world of fat will reverse its course in the day of delivery to the soul of a man and that will begin a cadence to find the natural side for one man will be an example of it to the world. He will be the smartest of them for a time until finally he tires of the story and gives it over to the price of a future long and arduous or the seeking of the seed of life which is out there somewhere.

Thus it will rise up in the day when men hold the light up and say “We have found it” for they will take it with the utmost seriousness for Trans fats is the lamps of many and they are private scores to settle on the parts of those lost to the part of the story called time.

People who cast off the wall of life threw out God and they will bear the price of time until they repent of their actions and for some it may not happen. Thus God will bear in the price of the bear and devour them in the sea so they can never rise up as like again.

The price of the future is the price of a cord and the cord is the right side of life receiving a gift and the gift is the right to see by the way they feel and that is the right foot being held to the fire of prayer until God heals through. Thus it will be an established name in the sea of soles for the sake of the gospel of Christ for it is the poor mans house which is bearing the price of it to the souls of men above.

They see the sole of pain we as men bear as the trudge of life we must pay in order to have life. Thus we bear it over and over and over and over because those souls are the life of men who built a system where the only soul to heaven would be their own.