Persecution hits Alberta and North America

October 10, 1997

Dream Narrations

Joel Akin

I am sitting in a large auditorium listening to a speaker with my parents and several hundred people. Suddenly the doors of the auditorium burst open and men with strange looking rifles and guns file through. There is great confusion and the next thing I know there is a cordon of soldiers through which young men are being processed. I look to my parents and tell them,

"Stay here while I find out what is going on."

As I make my way to the left, towards the nearest  exit, I find myself in line with this group of young men. "What's going on" I ask them.

"We are to have our tongues cut out for the sake of Jesus"

one of them tells me.

"Whoa, wait a minute," I tell myself. "I shouldn't be here."

Suddenly God speaks to me and says, "Stay where you are Joel. This is all part of my plan."

We make our way up a set of stairs to the outdoors. Overhead I see a massive ship floating, like something out of one of those science fiction movies. I am in the middle of a very long line of young men. There are no women, children or older adults in the line, just young men. Every few yards are soldiers, smartly dressed in uniform of some kind, with their rifles and side arms. Ahead of me are three large buildings set in the shape of a large U with a flat topped firehall. All the buildings are painted white. On top of the firehall are numerous cameras and film crews. They have their cameras pointed down towards a large stage. It is constructed of simple slats of wood and is bare except for a podium with microphones in front of it. There is also something that seems to be two or three steps in the middle of the stage, in front of which may have been a bucket of some kind. A place for the young men to kneel before having their tongues removed I realize. To my right, in front of the stage are chairs lined up and there are many seated, perhaps a thousand or more, prepared to watch what is about to take place.

A young man is lead on stage and there appeared to be a conversation taking place between him and those on stage. I could not hear what was said. Yet as they were getting ready to remove his tongue God again spoke to me, "Son, I've given them into your hands. Do with them as you wish." I stepped out of line and in the loudest voice I could I yelled, "In the name of Jesus. I speak to every enemy who holds a weapon in their hand. May your hand wither." Immediately there arose a great wailing of terror as hundreds of weapons clattered to the ground. Soldiers by the hundreds ran towards their massive ship and were taken aboard and flew off.

In the next scene of the dream I saw myself wandering through the streets of the town where this great miracle had taken place. To my sorrow when mothers saw me coming they dragged their children off the street into their houses and locked the doors. They were terrified of me.

August 20, 2009

When I go into the world I will be a man who has dealt with the problem of life out of a need to be in prayer. I do not wish to be involved in events like the above and if these things exist people would say they are there to teach us to trust in God and not to faint. Yet I see the above as a sign of people and their lack of faith and their lack of want.

We live in a world where people go into things without wondering why. We take things for granted. We move mountains and deep into the deepest soul of the planet through tunnels and yet we cannot see that God is with us.

We put down feelers into the sea and we cast off lies and we take on dreams and we hold onto fairs but the problem of life is that men no longer care who is with God. They hold the rebuke to men who pray because they are ill and they cannot imagine that God is with that man in a way the world cannot imagine.

This is why men have to be held to the standard of fire to see who God is. They have to know that God will and can deliver but not always. They will lose their tongues because the enemy doesn’t fear or worry who might deliver the good from their source of problems. Thus the theft of the tongue may yet happen but God will deal with it quickly and tell me to stand there and rebuke the men for trying to take tongues in the first place. For if men of our age get that far into persecution they are already dead to life.

Thus the end of the story is that the people of the town didn’t care that I was there to help but feared me more then they feared the thief. This is why the stolon nature of life is when God hits men hard and takes from them in a day unlike all others their wealth. He will put it up for sale and put it down to the box and give the box instructions on what to take and why.

Then when men hold the box they will see it is rich and that will be the box of time and the box of life.

Eventually the box will rise up to pray with me but the box of life is the box of time and time or Time is the house of the Imper and that is the house of Imperial status for it is the house that wanted men to know it exists and it blew out the finery on life and put down a whole side of itself to block me in my foot from having any further problems.

Now the point is that means they have to block him and cannot because he never was fathomable to most of us in life by way of his age. He is a friend and a cowboy and a friend like no other.

Thus the price of life I have will be strange because they who were there saw a man who refused to give up and it was a clue that men existed and if they existed they were worth fighting for. Thus if I could find a way of tweaking them to life I would say to fight and not fret over what people think even when they are friends.

Just remember that God is with you who dream and gives you dreams and takes dreams up to the father for delivery at the time they are meant to be delivered.