War Blog

August 2, 2009

The house of war

Joel Akin

 The house of war is when I complain. When I complain I point out that I am hurting and that is war.

The problem of war is the system of time which goes about collecting things from other races. The system of time is a system of a world that is big and if it is big then the house of Akin is huge in the world out there because of the difference that prayer is making with different races.

Now the point of prayer is to see and if I see by the way I breathe then the blue way of life is the seed of it. Like clues God leaves around the worlds of men so are the things he does to aid those who pray.

The prayer of the sick is the prayer of people who have a help and the help of prayer is to see the world of men by it. Thus if I pray and prayer makes me see the truth then if I try to see the world of men I do so from an armchair.

The armchair is the house of prayer but people  see me by the way I see the world. Thus I think and I think deep even in a time of suffering. I think “What can I do to make a difference” especially when I see a duality in people. On one side those who control with words and on the other the people who need help desperately. They pray and seek God and pray for a rain to heal the land. They pray in and out of season because they pray when they feel like it and that is much of the time.

Thus to the people who are in drought I ask “Pray and pray and pray until God answers.” That is the secret to prayer and it is the secret to overcoming the least of the problems which are in the world.

Now I have prayed until I have reached out to God and stopped the course of life so that I might have a life. I stop the course of life is a way of saying I break pause or Pa’s break in the sense of getting God as Pa to stop to help me feel a little better.

He does and I feel hopeful that things will change.

The spirit of God is the house of men. We are the spirit side of God. That means we are small s and like little supermen we hold down the race in prayer or in curses. If the curses are there then they hold down the race of men in general but in in full.

The point is that God takes the life of men and holds it up and prays through so I can see that I am on the right way. I am wore down to a nib and the nib is a thought in August to say that I am alive.

The point of prayer is to point out a house. The house I am is the house I am in. The house I am in is the house of men in the sea of trouble. Like a storm that blows away all other houses so is the man who lives to tell the tale.

I become a man who prays until the end of the storm and that is when the house of Akin travels where it wills around the world without trouble. For the sort of trouble is trouble of theft and theft is the world of men and often even kids out there who learn by lead and example. This is why the future of men is the right side of life. The right side is when we try to make things better by giving of ourselves to the lead of life and the betterment of mankind.

I am a man who is trying and I am praying for fat to be restored to the land but in healing and not suffering. We suffer with fat and that is the price of either hibernation or an enemy who has succeeded in breaking one or more of the secrets of life. If so God will heal and deliver until the fat is returned to the land.

The point of money is that God has a house and a home and a check waiting for me. It is a house of mansions and a house of prayer where people come to pray and pray and pray.

The world we are in is Gen Erichs and it is the world of sorrow and death. If Erich Deth lived in us he lived in a world of sorrow and dreams. The dreams of men are the dreams of a child who cannot wake up. He goes from dream to dream until he sees “This is a dream” and he sees the problem in the current of life. He goes to the place of men where there is authority and he knows that I am a man who prays. Thus the price of prayer is to show that a world exists and it exists to point out that no one knows the truth of life.

The point is that Gen Erich is the point I have in life because I feel like a man who doesn’t stop suffering. I have gone for almost 20 years with dystonia and with dysphonia only in a way that began slowly and unhurriedly with thoughts of despondency and hurt. The point of it was in church that I lost my voice and it is the spirit realm which socked me down without a voice to speak out on questions of life.

Thus I pray for a restoration of my voice and a return to life so I can speak and give and learn. I want to write the final chapter on Trans fats, at least in the sense of educating the world to its hope and not death, and I want to answer all the experts who warn against it and why I warn for it.

I want life to feel better and I want God to speak to me in a way that I understand where I went off base. I want to know who is holding me here and why and if it is a worm then whose worm is it?

The wyrms of old were the dragons and they held the world in fire. The wyrms were the house of men building a dream out of the world of darkness and thus they may have a house which remained unseen until thought of. Thus the thought is the project of learning and thus I learn by seeing and speaking things to God.

The wyrms of life are the problems we face and they were meant to be dealt with by the words of life. They were problems of things that were healed by the horse or the horses of the apocalypse and that is a project of life which God will explain in full in the future.

Finally I want a word for me and I give a thought to pray of thoughts which are based on life outside. If I can try to realize a dream by either going fishing in the creeks of tomorrow which arise by chance or take time to pray. In other words if creeks arise around me take them as mine and put my pole into the world of creeks or the word of God with hope of catching a line to him. Thus I pray to God and say “Why is it still generic at work?”

The answer writes me into a prayer of faith and faith is when I pry loose a desire to sit and think and pray and think without fear or worry and that is the day we’ll say comes in the morrow of the bone or the need for it to build up bones in us.