General Joel

The way of life begins with a new chapter

05/19/2009

I guess being a general of the Lord should be with perks only I have but few to speak of. There is the 'of' at the end of a sentence and it is a proposition. A proposition is meant to be an idea but if I give you one you are meant to give me something in return.

Prayer is meant to be a series of communications where I sit with God and listen and speak. The end of the matter is God teaches me and I learn. Then I love going to the board and sitting down to unravel what God showed me while in prayer.

It is the proposition of and the proposition of failure in the sense I cannot really and totally hear as I should. The end of the matter is I plug into things that are priced with God in anger or frustration because I am listening with a heart that is broken and wore to pieces by attack.

This is the reason I find it hard to pray as I should and why at the end of the hour I get up and go my way and do my thing and wonder.

Now I know God is there and I know God is billing the world for me in the sense of a price but what he does with things I say are sometimes a wonder. I find things where I am and I speak them forth and I learn by decree or increments the story of what is happening. The price of the story is a day by day war and the locks of it are the price of a war over me and over the cost of doing business in time.

What if I said that I were in the past and writing this in the past and what if the past were to rise up and sing into the present of life? Suppose the grave is the cost of business and people who go there do so in order to find a cure for life? What if the cost of life were the braces or the curses on life because of the will of men or women in the heart of the were or whirr?

I could think of something cool to say if the price of it were me but what if the price of me in the future is the will of God putting me down when I think of a way to earn money? What if the will of God is the will of men in general for they hold me down all the time and yet no one wants me to rise up and sing or dance or play.

There are things I write but I don't want to indicate prayer isn't working. It is prayer that is the base of all that I do and prayer that is the base of great frustration because I cannot burn the oil or frustrate away the life of a listener who bears me up in pain.

The listeners are the people of tomorrow but they are also the people of today. They are people caught in a rhythm of life where men hold the base to the price of a future where life begins and ends with life in the sea.

Suppose I were to rise up and sing because I am mad and mad was the price of putting in a tiny little box called Hope and then tying her to it with a tiny little thread of Admantium and then wait while God decides if he is going to pull her up or leave her where she is.

After all if the root of Admantium is the price of a metal which is impervious then it was the Adam which is meant to be the price of the adamantine and not Admantium as I write it. Of course I have a way of explaining that adding man to the ti of um is like adding me to the price of life in general.

The biggest flop is the price of writing and that is the price of writing a dream and the dream is the price of writing a desire and the desire is the price of life for the people of tomorrow.

I know God is real and I know God is there but what is the purpose of writing if no one listens or cares? I guess it is the price of tomorrow and that is the price of a day when someone does care.

However who wants to be on Twitter if the day does nothing but call you a name or a mockery or puts you into a box where you have nothing but decisions on life and death to deal with. What is the purpose of life when no one among your fans writes you with life and those who do are buried under the debris of the mockers.

The Internet is a place filled with mockery and a place where people take it so seriously they build up a debris field filled with viruses and worms and then go out to destroy it while they are trying to have fun. It is as if the way they live is designed to eat their own heart out while trying to live with a beat or a joy or a heart.

The biggest thrill is that I have a home in heaven waiting for me. It is a home where the mansions are big and ready to be inhabited by people of life here on earth where only cottages remain for here there is nothing I want except the garbage.

Thus my permanent home is in heaven and that is meant to be a keeper for the sake of the future where neither rust nor moth are allowed.

The end of the matter is the day when God puts me into a box as an artificial amalgram for trying to build a house on earth that wants to live here and yet doesn't see that no one here wants me to live. It is as if the world were seen in blow by blow descriptions of people trying to kill while trying to bill and so on to the point I end up getting discouraged because I get answers for a house which go to the price of theft of the tongue and that is why I mark them with a price of admantium which is harder to find then adamantine.

The price of life is called freedom while the price of the bill is the price to be what we call free. Thus the way to life in prayer is the cost of it to the people who pry loose me from the will and that is prayer.

Imagine you are one of those who try to pry me loose by taking out the heart and that is putting in the hertz of frequency and that is the price of life where God builds a set for me out of old scraps on earth. The set will frequency life and give me a grip to the soul by way of a thought and that is when I send a thought to a friend by way of God and then they send a thought back by way of God. This is why the thought is "Trust" and it becomes the measure of a thought.

The thought goes back to God in the thought of "How" only it has a twist in the nature of the Apache. "Why greet someone with 'How' if they really did do that when How is meant to be a question without an answer?

I know what trust in God is but saying "How?" is the way of the apache who went down to the story and bought a jeep. The apache jeep went to the man and said "How much is the jeep?" and the apache part said "It is too much to pay".

Thus the 'how' greeting is the way of 'how much' and the price of how much is a way of saying "How" in the much part of the soul.

Thus the apache people came to be those who wanted the price of the jeep when they had the name in life and it was the price of freedom.

To put it into perspective a man went to church and asked them to pray for him but they said no. He went to the people of God and wanted to pray for them but realized they all wanted prayer so he took it to God and said "How" and the answer was "Trust".

Now the real point is "How to Trust" and it became the price of a clear answer which would come when God was free and that becomes the dom of life or the dumb side of the man being held down by the stick of a worm.

The worm was the thought of a door and the door held the worm up and up and up until the tongue curled itself up in prayer and said 'How' and the man who was God answered before I had said it as "how" and replied "Trust" or "Wait" and that was the price of freedom.

In finally there is the side of the general which is meant to be General and I am also an Admiral though I have no experience as yet to speak of with the sea.

The price of the Admiral is to be made with the people of the sea and they are many. The price of the General is made to the people of the future and they are the people who are now.

The people of and the people who are in the now are the people of God. They are the people who have no one in them to turn to but the end of the matter and that is the price of life for the sake of tomorrow when I give out the price of life as the gift of a thought which is new and that is the price of life with God.

Thus the new thought is the price of people who think and have a desire to go out and begin to chance the world with life.

This means the world will classify the end of the day with a thought in how and that is 'how can we' and it begins with "Trust" and ends with some kind of...